Experiment13;Number9

 

Pandora’s eyes darted around the room, her mind taking pictures of every spot of depth the light cast onto the stark-white walls. There was no escape from this room, no escape from quarantine. Not one hidden door to help her leave this nightmare.

            She didn’t ask for this, no one would. No one would sign up to become a monster. Who would want to have a war of dominance battling inside of them every single second of every single day? She didn’t want to be used. She could feel the swords of human and monster smiting each other, creating unbearable pains in her chest, not helping with her breathing problem.

            There was a spot on her back that was pulsating with outer pain. She kept waiting to feel the droplets of warm, wet blood to pool on her back. Pandora actually wished this would happen; at least she’d be out of this room. She kept looking down at herself, at the body that wasn’t even close to looking like her. She couldn’t say that she wasn’t happy about how her looks had gone from ugly to gorgeous in two hours, but this was just creepy. The young girl felt like an actor in a horror movie, but the movie was her life, and everyone was watching. Her audience was invisible to her, but she knew they were just outside the walls, peering through unseen screens of glass.

            They told her she was perfect. No, they told her that they had made her perfect. The government never messes up, ever, and if they do, they hide it behind make-up and public lies. Pandora wasn’t stupid, she could see past it all. The supposed greatnesses that ran one of the most powerful nations in the world were liars and thieves. They were world-class actors, the best of the best. She thought of them as models, thinking they were the tops of line, the best things in the world and a fancy bag of chips.

            She wanted answers, and they were about as helpful as talking to a brick wall. She knew they were watching, and they were looking for a reaction, so she gave them one. She went up to one of the walls and knocked. It sounded like a wall. Disappointed and determined, she went over to another wall, and knocked. It sounded like glass. She smiled deviously and put her ear up to it. There were voices, talking about her.

            “I don’t know, Marnie, I think it’s going to fail,” A female voice said in a squeaky tone, it was unnerving.

            “Agreed. It’s not ready, at least. I thought I saw a lock of its hair change color, just as we hoped it wouldn’t do. Remember, Marnie, this is only Number Nine, there are many still to be created. This is only a prototype!” A deep, male voice rang out like a mourning dove’s song.

            Pandora turned her nearly white face so she was at an angle to peer inside of the invisible room. She only saw white, and turned around, her back to the cold glass and slid down until she was sitting on the floor. Banging her head up against the glass, she hoped to get some attention. If she remained in this room any longer, she would run to the brink of insanity.

            “Let me out of here!” She screeched, the high octaves in her voice cracking the air around her. She kicked and screamed in a fit that only a child could possibly obtain. The young girl rampaged through the room. The human was losing the fight in her chest. The monster was coming forth, showing its face, cracking the mask and ruining the masquerade. It was as if a dam had broken, and every ounce of adrenaline in her body was escaping to every limb.

            The room around Pandora undulated, and everything slowed. Her entire body was numb, and she remained immobile. Now, the room moved, it spun out of control. She couldn’t breathe; it felt like all of the air and humanity in her body had been pushed out, only to be replaced by this monster she had become.

            There were screams. Screams of pain, horror, anguish, of anything someone could scream about. The noises ran through her entire body, making her scream, as well. The numb feeling was leaving, and her semi-pleasant mood was gone. She was angry and irritated. Her legs moved her across the room, finding the hidden screen in which she had been watched for all those long and torturous hours. With her face to the faux glass wall, she smiled at terrified viewers that it kept her from.

            Pandora backed away from the wall, the thievish grin still painted upon her face. A snowy arm outstretched, and legs advanced forward, knocking the wall to glassy shards. The fragments went at her viewers, and blood splattered the walls.

            Kill them. Have you not seen what they’ve done?

            She stepped down into the sea of glass, not feeling the pieces dig into her bare feet. Her eyes searched for her victims in the dark room, smiling when she found one.

            They’ve hurt your sister... your only family. What are you going to do about that?

            Pandora’s head cocked to the side, a murderous grin bleeding onto her face. She advanced forward into the glass, bending down to pick a few large fragments up. They were cold in her hands, and, with them, she felt dangerous. It was an addicting feeling. With the same smile spread across her face and an innocent patron pinned against the wall, a laugh escaped from her lungs.

            Simpleton humans! You are much better! Laugh at how pathetic the thing is.

            Pandora picked up a few more fragments quickly, in fear that the human would wake up soon. She backed away, the glass crunching under her weight. The snowy arm outstretched before her once again, she watched it, intent to find out what it was doing. It retracted, the elbow at her neck and a glistening piece of bloodied glass in its hand. Her eyes widened in realization.

            Yes! Aim at your target carefully, and that trophy will be yours.

            An image flickered behind her eyes, within her mind. It was a beating human heart. No, it was her, laughing manically with blood splatters all over her clothes and body. The head of hair she wore in this horrific image was not its usual umber color; it was as dark as a raven’s feathers in the fall. In the mind doppelganger’s hands lay a beating heart.

            One humane tear ran down her cheek as the white arm flailed, and the piece of glass was thrown at the target. The human pinned to the wall jerked and screamed in an awakening pain. Pandora could hear its heart beating faster, and the breathing become shallower than it had once been.

            Bull’s-eye! One more, and it will be yours.

            Her arm retracted again, while her eyes zoomed in on the target. The blade of glass twitched in her hand, as if it was anxious. A smile crept onto her face once more, while another tear came down her cheek.

            “I’m so sorry…” She whimpered.

            Then there was more screaming, and a sudden burst of pain punctured into her back. She could feel something cold rush through her, climbing into each vein and sliding down to her fingers and toes.

            With the image of a bleeding heart still in her mind, everything went black and blank. A smile of pure happiness painted itself onto her face as she hit the floor, and not one tear fell onto the sea of glass under her.

           

 

Author's Note

I'm debating on whether to continue this. Thoughts?