The beating of my heart was louder than a tom-tom, my wrists
were bound to a metal table and my legs were stuck too, but I can’t see what
from because I cannot lift my head since it has a metal bar shaped like the
edge of my skull over the top. My naked skin against the ice cold table was
more uncomfortable than a cat in a washing machine. A notice a shadow crawling
over my body until it reaches my face. A man with grotty, yellowing teeth
smiles over my face as he runs his hand over my trembling body. Oh please oh please don’t. I think. I don’t want the gross man
touching me. I start to cry, and in a
raspy voice as hideous as he is ugly he says ‘no need to cry, I’m not doing
anything sexual, in fact, you are my new test subject. Your body is perrrrrfect
for my new mutations.’mu-mutations? Oh
my GOD, he lifts a needle filled with a gooey purple liquid. He sticks it into
my neck and I start to feel a burning sensation as he pushes the liquid into my
veins. I can hear a woman screaming and as I see my body shaking, and jerking
violently, and my mouth is stretched wider than normal. I must be the one
screaming but I feel no pain, I am completely numb yet I’m in agony, my body
doesn’t feel like it’s moving but I can feel the struggle against the table. I
feel so weird and
unusual; I don’t know what’s happening. Then the pain fully compromises my body
and it feels like I’m on fire. Then the world went black.
When I awake I am still strapped to the table but there is a
sheet over my body, I look to the left and I see the man sleeping in a chair in
the corner, his ransed breath is so potent I can smell it from here. I look to
the right and I am shocked. I can see a glass tube that reaches almost to the
roof, and inside it is a woman with blonde hair, a thin waist and covered in
freckles all over her body. I am looking at an exact replica of myself. She awakes
and stares at me with wide open eyes. She opens her mouth to scream but I shake
my head and she stops. one of my arms is free of the table so I try my best to
motion her eyesight to see the small gap above the tube. She starts to press
her arms and legs against the tube and edges her way up. I am worried for my
new twin? clone? I don’t know what she is but she looks like me and acts how I would’ve
in that situation. when she reaches the top after a few minutes, she sticks her
arms through the gap in the top of the tube, and I realise it might be just too
small, or just big enough for her to get through. I cross my fingers and hope
for the best as she riggles her body between the roof and the tube. Oh thank god I have barley any curves! I
think for the first time in my life, as she gets the last of her body through. I
watch her do a half twist turn so no her back is along the glass and she is
upside down. She grabs onto the tube with her hands as she slips her legs out
of the glass prison and somersaults to the floor. She races to the sleeping man
and edges the small key from his hands. As the last of my bounds are release he
awakes screaming at us. I throw a car at him and we race to the door. Running
through the streets, free at last, only to be arrested for streaking…
![[send message]](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/mail.png){kind=small}
![[befriend]](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/friend.png){kind=small}
Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Read Request
My Library
Flag Writing
