D O U B L E T R O U B L E
(When one is not enough ...)
© July 2016 Written by David Wicker
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CHAPTER 4 - "Room Of Terror"
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This chapter is Rated: TEEN
I looked around and it really was a nightmare. There were green tiles like in a bathroom and all manner of dangerous looking equipment with sharp rusty edges.
I was strapped down to a gurney, and I don't just mean my waist but my neck, wrists, and feet as well. I pulled on them and to little effect. They were on snug and tight - I wasn't going anywhere.
Suddenly I heard a door open and several people entered, sounding much like you might hear in a hospital, but I knew they weren't here to help me.
They were all wearing surgical masks, all except one, apparently the head doctor. And he kept looking down at me and smiling in a scary way.
I started to say something but then one of the 'doctors' leaned over to smack me hard across my head. I stayed silent. Then the head doctor spoke.
"Well now. What do we have here ? Not just an ordinary boy ? Oh no no no. Someone with a rare talent ! Gifted, if you will. Oh yes yes yes !"
I stayed quiet and he continued. "What we're going to do with you is first remove your fingers." My eyes got wide with fright but he went on smiling even more if that was possible.
"Oh yes, we've got to get those dirty dirty dirty little fingers out of the way. Then remove your arms. You won't have need of those let me assure you ! Then we'll nip off your toes one by one. Why, we'll even keep them in a pickle jar for you if you like. Then off go the legs. You won't be needing those either. Oh No no no !"
I was in tears at this point, crying. Lord ! I was only 10-years old and he was going to turn me into a quadriplegic ! I didn't know the word at the time but in my mind I knew what I would look like !
Strangely he got quiet when I started crying. So I really let it out. I bawled, I didn't want to lose my fingers ! I still had stuff I wanted to do in the world with them ! I And now he threatens to take that away from me ?
Apparently my crying made an effect. The doctor leaned over and undid the strap to my neck and whispered dark into my ear. "Unless - sss."
"Unless ?" I repeated.
He nodded.
"Unless - unless what ?" I asked.
He pulled back and spoke, "Unless. That is unless you GIVE us your unique ability to - uhh" and he pulled a card out of his shirt pocket. Reading it spoke to himself. "Oh my, you can do that. How nice."
Then he raised his voice. "UNLESS you give us your unique ability to DUPLICATE. Why if you do that, you're just free to go go go ! You'll never see me again and I'll never see you. Believe me, it would be better that way. Oh yes yes yes !"
"Duplicate ?" I asked. He nodded. "Duplicate like where I make a double of something."
He replied if a little tartly, "Yes, whatever you want to call it." Then he pulled back and added threat to his next sentence. "So are you all IN - or are you all OUT ?"
With my head free I felt some strength return and ANGER burst forth. Suddenly I erupted, "I want you to let me go - now !" and pulled on the bonds.
He clicked his tongue apologetically. "Tsk tsk. Dear dear dear dear. Owell. I guess we can start with your thumb."
He turned his head to one of the doctors and spoke in a completely different and normal voice. "Morris, get my cigarette cutter from the table, would you please ?"
I was quiet for only a moment until he grabbed my thumb and pulled it back - hard, causing me to gasp in pain. I then realized he planned to cut it off !
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"Wait !" I yelled in panic. "I mean, what I mean to say is. I'm all IN. I'm ALL IN ! I'll do whatever you want - just - please - " and I pulled on my bonds a little afraid to say any more.
"That's much much much better, isn't it ? Yes it is. So here is what is going to happen, boy. We're going to release you to a different room, nicer than this one - of course ANY room is nicer than this !" and he gave this weird high-pitched laughter which sounded like a hyena only scarier.
"Yes well. Different room. Someone will meet you there. You will talk with them and you will GIVE them your ability." He sniffed disdainfully. "Think you can do that, boy ?"
"Yessir." I said respectfully.
He clapped his hands together in reverence. "Ah ! You see folks. The gentle art of persuasion has not been lost in translation nor is there any presumed communication gap over the years. Sometimes it just takes a little friendly coercion."
He then came over with a round-ended key to remove the bonds from my feet, waist, and hands.
But before he pulled back to let me up, he leaned close to my ear but didn't really whisper what he said next.
"Of course. If you don't satisfy him with what you can do. You can always satisfy me with MY interests. Snip snip snip ! The choice - is up to you !"
I hadn't really noticed that I was shaking until the bonds were fully off of me. My whole body was cold, frozen, freezing, with fear - for what the doctor said and what he would do with me if I didn't cooperate 100% with them.
One of the doctors leaned in, despite wearing a mask I could see she was a woman with her tangle of blonde hair. She helped me into a wheelchair that was brought in.
She turned around and started to exit, but not before the head doctor spoke again. "See you again - hopefully never soon ! Oh never never never !"
As she wheeled me out I started to think. Were they really going to cut me up ? I thought about it. If all my limbs were removed likely I could still duplicate items. What a harrowing thought !
No ! I would go along with them - completely. Nothing was worse than what that doctor wanted. That psychotic doctor ! I hope he dies ! I hope he goes straight to hell !
God he scares me ! I could taste fear in the back of my throat and it was like a dead animal full of old and dirty copper coins.
I started shaking again. Suddenly the wheelchair stopped. I got up to see the woman behind me had removed her mask and she was strikingly beautiful.
"We'll stop here first. I suspect you need this right now."
I looked around to see where we were. We were in a long dark hallway beside a bathroom. I got up in an instant and went in. I ran straight for the toilet and went to pee. I was so anxious and terrified it came out and burned like an angry bee.
I washed up and saw there was a little window here leading to outside. I thought for a moment. What if I ran away - right now ? But - I was too scared. I guess it was like a Pavlov reaction. Suddenly the thumb he grabbed earlier started to throb in agony.
I knew that if I did anything wrong - ANYTHING - or tried to get away, he would be waiting for me.
That maniacal doctor. Waiting with his cigarette cutter to lop off all my fingers.
Just then I felt the urge to pee again. I did so. Suddenly there was a knocking at the bathroom door.
"Hurry up, kiddo. I don't want to have to take you back to the doctor."
"NO ! I mean, no ma'am !" I yelled back. I finished, washed my hands, dried them. Looked around. No. I really was in prison, with no chains or bonds or anything. Just the FEAR hanging in my mind of what that evil doctor wanted to do to me.
"I'm done." I said stepping out.
"Then back in the seat you go." she directed me to the wheelchair.
I got back in.
She started up again. We passed by several rooms that were on my left and right. It was strange. It was like each room was for a different age group. We passed by a type of nursery with baby items. Then a room with baby toys. Later toys for tots, and further on - toys I recognized and some I even had !
"I've got one of those !" I told her excitedly, and then bit my lip thinking she really didn't care.
Strangely though she laughed nicely, "If all goes well. We'll put you in THIS room." and she motioned with her finger to the play room that was for my age group. "This room for the night before we return you to your parents."
"But how well and how soon depends on how willing and how able you are with your - uhh - ability. Understand ?"
I nodded. She wheeled me on. Finally we entered an office.
"Final stop." she said. I got up. "Have a seat here." and she motioned to a chair on the other side of a business desk.
"Someone will be here shortly. Remember what I sad and all will go well for you."
I nodded. That was enough for her. She turned the wheelchair around and left the office. I heard her click the door locked. Ahead there was another door for someone to enter. Despite the fact that door might be unlocked, I did stay put.
And I had a lot to look at besides. On the wall were several photos and notices.
The one that stuck out prominently was a certificate to state that the person I would be meeting had a Ph.D. in child psychology. Other items were more interesting.
One showed a little girl with bright red hair holding her hand out. Colorful yellow and red fire was seen in her hand in the photo.
Another picture showed a boy who was floating a full foot above the ground. He had his hands out to his sides as if that would balance him.
Still another photo showed -
Suddenly the door opened and I turned to see who it was.
(to be continued ...)
END OF CHAPTER 4
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