The Room with an Open View

The place was cold and dark. It was certain that the room which was bland with no more than a metal bed and a toilet was at least not without some furniture.

I was laying on the floor instead, because the bed gave no comfort and it was very hard begin metal. It was no offering anything but more pain and suffering since I was bleeding from my back. I was being tortured daily, endless removing me from my room just to be scared into sharing secrets,

Secrets that could very well get me killed for even remotely showing in my face what I actually knew and what they thought I knew. I was strong at the moment, but my hardness and my cunning skills were wearing thin as they were thinking of and finding new ways to break me down.

First it was endless darkness, then it was water boarding, then it was endless eerie music that seem to have no rhyme or reason. I wanted them to think I had actual become weak and was breaking down. They didn't know me as well as they thought they did. This must be some new game they played to have you fooled into letting your guard down.

I was thrown back into my room, which had cracks and years of wear from being neglected. I was not sure what day it was, was not sure that they were really after anything I had to offer them, but they surely meant business as they would swing open the door, as if mad at the door and then enter into my room, with all kinds of different torture devices and instruments.

They didn't appear real or even humans, for all I know was they seemed to love using medications for part of their torture, and they were very ruthless in their choices of torture and torment. It was where one would hold you down and the others would jump on your stomach.

As if that was not bad enough, they would roll you over slowly then quickly, just to fool you as much a possible. It became a game of who knows what, or it would be physical and psychological or possibly just fake you out as though they would not actually touch you at all.

I was in my room, for what seemed like and eternity, when the wall opposite of where I was, cracked open and light flooded the room, blinding me for a second, then opening wider. I was elated at the idea of my being let go, but it became a let down.

As quickly as the wall opened, so did it shut tight once again. I was feel the sting of tears and the anger in my face was reaching a new sweltering high. I was about at my wits end when I looked over to the door and noticed it was wide open.

I headed to the door, which looked as of had been ripped open and the lock was missing. I took off in any direction, hoping to figure out a way out and back home, but then I saw guards approaching and dove for cover, hitting my head on the wall.

I was out and would not be able to know if I was going to get my freedom. I was then placed on a stretchers, wheeled into an operating room and was opened up with out anything to numb the seering pain.

I was cut from head to toe, a small black object removed from my inside body that had only been used to house me, and have me believe I was a human being after all.

When the black object was replaced, it was inside a new body, which was a more athletic one for starters. I noticed I was a guinea pig and was being used for some odd experiments or something like that. I was not happy with this new knowledge and was wanting to try and actually escape even paying with my own life.

I was more aware now and was willing to test this new body to the limits. I jumped up, sprang into action and felt the adrenaline begin to flow through me like a drug. I headed towards the door, turning around and then running at top speed.

I crouched down and hit all parties in the room, either knocking them down or turning them into lifeless people. I then jumped upward and ran, heading down this hallway or that hallway all the while, having one task in mind, kill or be killed.

I was almost upon the guard booth/control booth, before I was shot at and then rushed by a large number of people nearby. I was on a roll, when as each one of them were met with either a rushing punch or a high kicking foot which took care of most of them. I then ran, being outnumbered still.

I fled in the distance and made sure I was clear of the danger from before, when I felt blood flowing my face, hitting my hand on my left side. I knew I was in trouble when the second bullet hit me in the face and threw me backwards. I was then almost passinng out when I jumped up and moved forward ever so slowly.

I paused for a second, not sure what to do and which way to go. I was being fired upon by many people and from many directions. I was holding on for dear life and not aware that I was being aimed at by a lone sniper.

Sometimes decision made in haste can cause you to have no way to make the right judgement call, especially when you want to be invincible and indestructible, You want to believe you will go on forever and never stop living.

I was heading back to the guard booth, when I third and final bullet, hit my head and landed me on the floor, bringing my life to a sudden stop.