And now we're one more step closer to answering copper's question, again
File 6: A Dark Morning
Four bunk beds were connected to the two opposite walls of a small cell in an underground facility in Germany. On the back wall, there was a simple toilet, a sink and a mirror. A table stood in the middle of the room, with a tray emptied of any past contents. Two men were locked inside the cell. One of them was seating on one of the beds and the other was standing near the cell door, shouting.
“Hey! What are you doing to us?!
You shouldn’t chain us up, like animals! We’re humans and we are supposed to be free!”
“Calm down A, we shouldn’t struggle. I think it’s best to just plan our escape rather than wasting it on shouting through this prison. You have been shouting since time immemorial, even before they stuck us into this single cell.”
Two years has passed ever since they were supposed to be terminated because of their initial attempt to escape the research facility. They wanted to have freedom after learning about the outside world from the scientists they’ve talked with and realizing that they didn’t have as much freedom as it seemed. But instead of termination, they have been secretly taken in by a more sinister sub-branch of the research
arm, the sub-branch where the more ominous experiments were performed. The kind of experiments that could give nightmares to the higher echelons. As a result, they never cared to even know the schemes that were created in there.
A door at the other end of the cells creaked open. A man, wearing a white coat, with white hair and thick glasses, entered the room. He was accompanied by two security escorts bearing several restraining devices. He stepped in front of the cell and stared at the two.
“Hello 152A and 152B” he said, smiling at the two men, while adjusting his glasses. “It was fun hearing your conversation from inside the lab. Don’t you remember that everything in here is under my surveillance?” He waved back at the door, which slammed shut just moments later. “You know, I was wondering about your comment over there, ‘treating you like animals...’, what if I were to tell you, that I can finally make that statement true? I need a gift for the boss, he is currently looking for a pet dog.”
“What do you mean “
you can make it true”? What dog?”
The man nodded to the two security escorts. They held out their guns
, and fired the tranquilizers at the two cellmates. As their vision darkened, the man opened the cell doors and stepped closer to A.
“You know, 152A, I think you would be the best one for this little experiment. It should blow your mind. I would like you to rest for a while. I’m pretty sure it won’t hurt... ...I guess.”
“Curse... you...” ~I can’t fight the drowsiness...~ - A thought, as his head and arm struck the ground.
The man promptly moved away. He motioned at the guards, saying something that never registered in A’s mind. His vision blackened completely, and he fell asleep.
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“Augh... What did they do to me...?”
It was late at night. Two
figures were lying on the floor of the dark cell, not being watched for the first time in a while. The guards were outside the jail sector, watching some soccer on the television.
One of the figure attempted standing up. It slowly reached for one of the beds and used it as leverage. It staggered across the room towards the other wall, where the other figure still laid on the floor, still with a tranquilizer dart on his back.
~Seems like 152B is still down. I feel a bit twisted on the insides. I hope they didn’t mix up my organs or something. My clothes seem to be different right now... softer, I guess. At
least that’s a welcome change.~
A sharp tone rang on his ears, like when one of the scientists wrote on the chalkboard. He shrugged it off thinking it came from getting tranquilized. He took in a deep breath, noticing some extra smells in the surrounding, the toilet and the dishes smelling strongly.
~I should fix th
at later.~
He kneeled down close to the sleeping man, and started shaking him awake.
“Hey, 152B! Stop sleeping there! Don’t be lazy and help me fix these things!”
The man started to awaken, groaning, as his body
slowly moved from the weird posture of his.
“They hit me with that dart again... I always hate it. What did they do to you now? Test a substance or something, again? What did they say back then?”
“I can’t remember. I just got up from getting knocked out. Haven’t really got any time to check myself... it’s kinda dark too.”
“Okay let me get the lights over there first then.” -
he flicked the switch, and a few seconds later mercury vapour lamps were illuminating the whole cell again - “Erm... A, you might want to look at the mirror.”
He turned around to look at the mirror on the cell’s wall. He noticed a figure staring at him... a dog, more specifically a doberman. He waved to the mirror in disbelief, and the doberman waved back. He continued staring at the image slowly realizing what have been done to him a few hours earlier.
“They’ve turned me into a dog!!! Wh... Why dog?! Why would they want to do that to me?!”
He kept walking back and forth, mumbling the same words, trying to contain his emotions. As soon as his anger was not disturbing his thoughts, A checked whether he still had his powers of levitation. He held his hands parallel to the ground, and lifted himself slightly off the ground.
“Looks like they decided to put getting a pet for the
boss to a completely new level. A pet dog, capable of flying or something. Or maybe not, since they’ll probably clear your memory once they’ve finished that project.”
“No, it can’t be! I have gotten enough of this torture, you know that as well!”
A grabbed a chair in the cell, and threw into the mirror. The glass shattered, the chair just passed right through it. A continued trashing what little furniture there was in the room, while B stared at where the mirror was.
“A, you need to take a look at this. The mirror seems to be
a one way mirror. Looks like it’s an old room. Probably they used it for the former occupants of this sector.”
A turned around, throwing what was left of another chair, and walked next to his partner. The two gazed into the distance.
“Look, A, it’s an escape hatch, or something! We could probably get straight to the surface through that.”
B checked the doorway of the jail, the guards haven’t noticed the ruckus inside the cell. The two crawled through the tight hole, staying as silent as possible. They eventually reached for the hatch, opened it and starts climbing up to the surface.
“Hey, A, you seem to be handling your new body pretty well. I should probably call you Fluffy, since, you know, you’re all flu-”
“Stop that! That isn’t funny at all; We WILL return here in the future and get my body ba
ck. I don’t want to be stuck in this body forever! Oh, great, I even have this silly stubby tail!”
“Nice, can you wag it?” - a loud growling suggested B to finally end making a joke out of what happened - “We’d better get some new names for us. It will be weird if I call you A and you call me 152B in outer world. I’ll call myself... uhm... Emmerich Faust!” Stopping his climb to have a quick breath. “And I’ll call you Alfons Faust, so that people will not be so skeptical.”
“No! I don’t want to be directly associated to your crazy head! I’ll be Alfons... Meister. Heard that name on the radio that guards were listening to”
“Okay, if you say so, fluffy do-”
Repeating growling of a dog was completely overshadowed by the loud sirens, started by the opening hatch. They ran off towards the nearby woods, hiding, until they could see
k refuge somewhere else.
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Alfons, woken up by a beeping sound. He reached for the alarm clock but it wasn’t ringing. He started stretched his back, preparing to stand up from his bed, just as the beeping sound stopped.
“Hey Al, get up! I think we’ve got it.”
The doberman, intrigued, got up after his bad night’s sleep. He looked across the room, to see nothing new but the man staring at the computer screen.
“What do you mean, Rick? We have too many alarms set, what is that one for?”
“We’ve acquired the software. After all those hard work, we’ve found it!”
The doberman looked at the rest of the electronics in the room. They had the plans of the hardware earlier but have never really found the software to make it working until now.
“Thank rain... So, we can get started with the change of plans? Plan B, I guess. We have all the hardware and the software in here, and just need that person.”
“That would be easy... Nothing a bit of waiting can’t do...”
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Okay, once again - thanks for reading, and let's hope noone will torture Gecko (because I'm
obviously uninvolved) for another "this was a dream" part, despite the fact that it was plot-relevant this time.
Yes, that is about the best thing to write that I could think of.
That should change, I say!
