The Is Ready For Operation, Boss

My legs are shaking with pain, but I need to know where I am and what strange things lie outside of that door way. Slowly I am making my way there, I hear people having a conversation just outside. I haven’t a clue what they are saying, it seems to be in some odd language. Finally I’m at the door. Terrified, I grab the knob and start to open it. It squeaks when I swing it open. In the hall I see no one, just white walls with white tile. “What the,” I say to out loud. I could have sworn I heard someone. My eye catches my room number, 387, it has my name on it. I look right and left, but see nothing expect florescent lighting and shut doors. I go to the door across from mine and try to open it. Locked, that’s odd. I try the next one, locked once again. I keep going, now at room 365 I give the knob a turn and it actually comes open. I hesitantly wander into the area. It looks the same as mine, minus the painting on one of the walls. It is an extremely abnormal painting. It depicts an out of the ordinary creature. “Why would this be in a hospital?” I whisper to myself.

Beep... Beep… Beep. I open my eyes to bright lights in an unbearably white room. Beep… Beep… Beeeeeeeeeeep. “She’s crashing!” a disembodied voice yells... darkness. Beep… Beep... the voice reappears, “We’ve got a pulse!” I gulp in the air; the cold, beautiful air. “I can’t see!” I scream, but no words come out. My last thought as my world begins to fade around me, “Ow… My head…”

I could feel a thin sheet of fabric on top of my weak body. As I regain my conscious, I could hear repetitive beeps next to me. I turn to my left to see a heart monitor. I could see each vibrant green line waving up and down. I was in a room of white. A white blanket, white furnishings, white walls, and white marble floors. When the realization that I was in a hospital, I begin to panic. Where is my family? Where am I? How long have I been out? Just as I was going to try to move out of the bed, an outburst of doors flew open and a nurse in white walked

I walked down a hallway that seemed to stretch endlessly before me. The frosted glass window on the door that spelled doom seemed to stretch further away with every step I took toward it. My heart began to beat at a more brisk pace, my palms began to sweat, and my eyes narrowed on the shiny clean brass doorknob. I had completely forgotten my mother was alongside me until she had to pull me back into reality. She grabbed my arm and tugged me forward. With slight resistance to her strong grasp we dredged on toward the door. I watched in slow motion as the doorknob turned and a giant mad scientist smiled down at me. The angle of his head allowed sadistic shadows to stretch down upon his glowing evil eyes, and his curled, sinister smile.

I awake in a strange white room with nothing but a bed and a desk in the whole room. I hear the door open and a large white man walks through into the

The first couple steps were bumpy, my trembling feet vibrating against the crackling floor. The door swings open as I go to knock creating a loud screeching noise. As I walk into the unfamiliar home, I become more aware of the man I'm about to meet. I travel further into his world and can hear the noise coming from under my feet. I get closer and closer until I find it, the crooked door where he told me to meet him. As the stairs appears from the darkness, my path becomes lighted ahead of me.

I don't know who could be out here in the middle of the night, so I slowly approach my Front door. while i'm making my way toward the door I start to hear a constant ticking. Before i had time to react the door is blown to pieces and i'm flung across my living room. I hit the far wall with the force of a charging bull. After hitting the wall my almost lifeless body slowly slide down the cracked wall. when i finally reach the floor my visions blurry and

I closed my eyes and suddenly, I woke up under the white canopy. I darted down the stairs just to see that a man was perched on a white chair.

Restless shifting of bed linens. A trickle of sweat sliding down a pain contorted face. Hand fisted white knuckle in the sheets. Breaths coming in shallow quick pants of pain and fear. His head swiveled and tilted to the sounds coming from down the corridor. A slow inhalation of air through the nose to scent it. Damp earth, death, old blood, panicked fear of a female, a slayer. These where the ones that meant something. The others came and went with the dreams but those, they where all ways there. Always underlying the changing backdrop of images that seamed to be interchangeable. Always a corridor and at its end a group of cells. Three to the right and three to the left and the largest one it dead ended in was lit with a dim hazy gold light. Its front ten inches or more of clear plexiglass. Beyond this a bed large enough for two unlike the six cells lining the wall, a toilet, a sink but nothing for privacy. The female slayer was usually in the bed when he reached the plexiglass wall but not always. He opened his eyes to the shadowy blackness of the corridor that even his enhanced sight couldn't penetrate, but he knew from the damp earth smell that if he lifted his hands over his head that he could lay the palms of his hands flat on the ceiling and he would feel the roots of

I see a door and I don’t think, I just open it. And I’m falling. Flailing my arms and holding inn a shriek and I finally grab onto a ledge, and there’s a flash of blinding light and my eyes are burning and I’m somewhere else.I’m someone else.

Every inch of the dusty Walla was covered in moss coloured slier. The ceiling was crushing me with every step. I was droning as the walls caved in. I could smell the odours from the dead animals creeping its way up my swollen nose. The scent whirling around, getting stronger, the further into its world it got. This unfamiliar place kept feeling further away from home and slowly felt my heartbeat increasing. Abode thirst scream, a suicidal blood splatter, a choking stench, a gruesome Tate, a trembling body, the world was slipping away at my trembling fingertips. And i stumbled my way deeper and deeper; the dusty darkness became somewhat mysterious. The once slime covered walls, were now shiny glass and had been stretched into a dome. There was a strange smell, like shoe polish, flowing around the room. The disturbing silence was growing more frightening. It was lifeless. My eyes were drawn to an ago iin sight. Right in front of my blurring vision, the reflection strewn across the glass, stopped my pulse. Jet-black eyes, red tangles locks, and brightly coloured clothing stared back at me like a laser-light. A droning sound echoed off the revealing walls. It was the same sound as the grandfather clock made in my old grandmother’s house. It bounced around, as if to make fun of me. It was ripping away at my ear drums with its repetitive noise, increasing by the second. Silvery illuminates

The darkness enveloped me that night. No light from the car headlights or the stars could cut through my foggy mind, and I kept moving, one foot after the other to distract myself. Right, left. I arrived at the wall faster than I’d hoped to.

Although there wasn’t anything mind blowing, it was both amazing and vertigo inducing to see a place that I spent so much time at from 40 feet in the air. Lunch break was almost over. I signalled to my friends that it was time to find an exit. One of them pointed towards a small door that I had not noticed before. I nodded and began walking in that direction. The catwalks were dimly lit, the main source of light being the blinking lights coming from various control panels and switches. We approached the door with caution. The ten feet between us and the small square door felt like it took ten minutes too cover. I placed my hand on the shiny metal doorknob, and felt it start to open. That was odd seeing that I didn’t move my hand. Swearing under my breath the reality of the situation came upon me. One of my friends and I bolted in opposite directions. My remaining friend thought it smart to lay down with his hands over his head in front of the opening door. From my hiding corner I heard the voice of an old man yelling, and then footsteps. After thirty seconds, me and my one remaining friend emerged from our hiding places, and looked at each other in awe. He started to speak, “did you just see th-.” But before he could finish his sentence the door opened once again. This time not leaving enough time to

The last thing I saw was a tunnel of bright white light. A tiny piece of me told me not to walk down it, but that piece was so minuscule and I was so curious that I walked toward the light. When I was about fifty feet from the light everything turned black.

After my first day here the men had sat me on a crusty old mattress in a corner and had tied me to a pipe by the mattress. Once every day they would give me a slice of bread and a little cup of water. Quickly my health deteriorated and I shed pounds left and right. With little word of what was going on outside of this death hole my hope for my future also left me. One night as I lay on the bed something caught the small light of the lamp in the corner. It twinkled and a small, sharp nail lay right beside the bed. As I looked around the room and down the dark hallway there was no sign of the men so I scooted myself over the edge and used my feet to kick it towards me. Somehow I grabbed it and slowly started to cut the bands from my wrist. An hour later I cut through the last part of the rope and I took off running down the damp dark hallway as my legs started to give out. It was pitch black and the hallway seemed to go on forever. I heard the men yelling a ways back behind me, realizing I had escaped. I kept running and soon a light in the distance appeared. The end had come. I ran into the