Anne Ygyrin

Anne was giddy, ready to start her day. She wasn’t usually this excited, but today was different. Today, was special. She took long sure strides towards the tall laboratory across the street. Months earlier, she had received an email. The email was from One Equals Two Incorporated. Her request to be subject of testing for their world famous cloning experiments had been accepted!

When Anne arrived at the building, a tall man came out to greet her. He shook her hand and introduced himself. “My name is Mr. Hanebarb, but you can call me Hanes. I will be your tour guide, and your assistant if you need anything. Allow me to show you your room.” Hanes led Anne to a wall with an atm on it. He slid a white card through the slot, and the wall slid up to reveal a beautiful room. It had walls as high and blank as the sky is blue, and black furniture sparsely yet nicely littered across the room. The home-like windows were placed strategically so that rays of light shone onto the rocking chair in the room, but completely avoided furniture like the bed and the tv. “You may decorate however you like.” Hanes said, while Anne marveled at the sight.

“Goodbye for now, the experimenting will start tomorrow, 11:50, room 3749. Come down to room 1 if you need anything.” Hanes read off a sheet of paper, as he exited down the long hall of doors. Anne sat down on the bed, thinking of how this decision would fuel the long history of science. She looked up and down and out the windows, and let a long deep breath of air out. She released her excitement enough to go to bed. She lay down, and again let out a long deep breath… She closed her eyes…. And let her mind rest.

This morning, Anne was ready to get up and move around as soon as her eyes opened. Today was her day. Today was a day of joy and- joy and- Anne wasn’t sure what it was. Discovery maybe? She walked down to the testing area. She was given instructions, and then followed them. She lay down on a bed, and was strapped in. The three scientists in the room took tubes and attached them to the straps. Anne braced herself. She knew that there would be pain. She heard screaming the previous night. They told her that it was nothing, but she knew. Seriously, she knew that this was dangerous! The morning she woke up they made her sign a waiver. Anne just wanted to help progress science.

“Anne Ygyrin, you remember the waiver, right? You remember the requirements, right?” Hanes asked. He was wearing a dark blue sweater now, and goggles. Why goggles? Anyways, Anne didn’t remember a thing!

“What? What are you talking about?” She asked, suddenly unable to recall the conditions they set. Hanes nodded at the other people in the room. All out of nowhere, a shock invaded Anne’s entire body, surging throughout her mind and numbing her. All she could see or feel was an electric tingle all over, and a blurred face looking down at her.

Mama, I’ll take care of you!

Mama, you will get better, right?

Mama?

Mama?

Mama?

Are you okay?!

Please….

No….

“NO!” Anne screamed! It was the middle of the night, and she was strapped into a bed. She shook around, trying to get out. The leather straps were too tight. Anne pulled up, and the chains that kept the straps on the table broke. The walls began to collapse in, and a voice screamed at her, moving the wind with it, “YOU COULD HAVE SAVED HER! YOU ARE A FAILURE, A DISGRACE! YOU COULD HAVE, BUT YOU DIDN’T!”

Anne opened her eyes, sweating. What had just happened was simply a horrible dream- a nightmare. She hadn’t had a nightmare for years, but on the day that she would have had endless joys, she had one. The one day, the one special day, she had a nightmare that she had never had for years. It was mid morning. Anne was laying in the blank room behind the secret ATM wall. On the ground. Crying. Shaking with fear - not for herself though. It was still a selfish thought though. She didn’t want to go through the pain again. Not the pain that could be stopped by painkillers or bandages or magic or healing- no. The kind that would hurt and hurt and hurt until you choose to relieve the pain through a stronger pain, a pain that is beyond repair, pain that would kill you.

The door opened. Anne propped herself up as quickly as she could, as to not show her fear and pain. She wiped her face with her jacket’s sleeve, and hoped for the best. “Miss Ygyrin, I’m sorry for the misconvenience. The experiments from yesterday...” Hanes paused, a look of pure embarrassment on his face, “well let’s just say that they didn’t quite turn out.” His eyes darted around the room anxiously, as if they were set on finding something horrible. He swiftly left the room, not saying a word, not giving even a simple “Good bye!” or “Good day!”. Anne stood up, unconscious of what was happening behind her. A giant black mass rose above her head, as Anne spun around, slowly shriveling in terror. The thing nearly engulfed her, and she let out a blood curdling screech!

The black mass fell over her, with a weight that should have shattered the floor below them. Anne lay down, allowing her fate. At least she would die of her own choice, then.

“No! I don’t want to go through this anymore!” Anne yelled at the top of her lungs, screaming into the black void she was in. Then, the lights were on. Hanes was standing in the doorway, with an old man sleeping in his wheelchair.

“Please try not to awake anybody… oh! I forgot to remind you. There are some.. side effects.. to this style of cloning. You may experience some vivid nightmares, and great pain.” Hanes explained. Anne was sick and tired of this. She just wanted to go home, to be with her family, to never go back to this empty white, because it made her feel dark and empty, full of pain and regret, nothing else but dark, dark pain and sorrow. She wanted to stop.

“Ex- Excuse me, is it possible to leave for today? I want to go home tonight.” Anne asked, homesick.

“Miss Ygyrin, you have a room here. Why don’t you stay?” The old man asked, who had just woken up. He looked worried, as if he didn’t want something to happen.

“No, it’s fine… I’d, well I’d wake everybody up! You see, I -”

“No, you are the only one here! Just stay.” The old man started mumbling under his breath, his messy beard muffling it even more.

Anne was scared out of her mind. What had she gotten herself into? “Please, just let me leave! I don’t want to stay, have I NOT made that clear?” Anne burst out, just wanting them to stop, just wanting to go home.

Hanes blocked the way, forcing Anne to stay captive in the room. “Listen, I can not let you go! You are the only person, and all this funding will go to waste if you leave. I gave you a giant room, millions of dollars, and a hobby, but you… you just want all that, and then leave?! No, that’s not how things work! Now lie back down, or your sister will be joining you on a flight off of this building.” The old man had made his request clear. Anne glared at him, sitting down slowly and cautiously.

The one thing that Anne hadn’t thought of when she looked around the room was of her misfortune; the bed she was sitting on rocked from side to side, then rocked completely over and threw Anne to the side. All around her, her focus lessened to nothing. The world faded around her, spiraling into nothing, a void. The last thing that Miss Ygyrin saw before her vision failed her, was a man sitting in his wheelchair, leaning back, with a small white controller in his raised hand.

Anne looked down. She was walking with a little girl, down a sidewalk. Everything outside of a 1 meter radius was pitch black. She kept on walking, even though she didn’t want to. The girl giggled, and started skipping ahead. Anne chased after her, yelling, “Who are you? What’s going on?!” Then, the path behind the girl revealed itself, exposing a small house. The girl ran inside, and Anne followed. The small girl screamed. Anne’s mother was lying on a bed. She was a sickly pale. The wind howled through the windows. Everything turned black. Anne was alone.

Her sight was blotchy. She saw that she was at school, but not in a classroom. She was standing in the halls. There were some girls leaning over a kindergartner.

“Anne Ygyrin, are you gonna get up? Huh? Are you?” The girls teased. Anne began to cry.

Anne gasped for air, but unable to breathe, she plummeted downwards. Her mind was fading, as she sunk deeper and deeper into the sea, writhing and reaching up, reaching for the light above her, the light getting smaller and smaller, darker and darker, farther and farther.

Then, the darkness opened. Burning white light bled down the sides of her vision, enclosing her. Her memories faded before her, slowly burning away in the flames. The only thing left was one word: Failure

Anne opened her eyes. It was the middle of the night. The walls were a stained grey, with black blotches near the bottom. Dull metal bars covered the only window, and the only sound was her heavy breathing. She jumped off of the bed she had been lying on. Her mind was dull, and out of focus. She could remember everything that she could before, so she knew that what had happened was a nightmare. Was this a nightmare? She was too tired to know. Anne looked around for any kind of paranormal mess that would be in a nightmare, but to her dismay there was none. She was in prison.

Anne sat on the floor, waiting for anything interesting to happen. Her mind had cleared a bit, but that wouldn’t help her in a prison with hard brick walls and steel bars.

A light was getting closer to the steel bar covered opening. There was someone coming. Anne hid under the bed, anticipating their arrival. Then, as the light came closer, she noticed a patch of cracked cement near where she was. She dug it all out, and found a hole. Someone had been here before her! She quickly covered it up, and sat on the bed.

Anne heard footsteps approaching. The person was whistling. Anne held her hand up to her eyes, as to prevent the light from blinding her. She could hear heavy metal boots clanking toward the bars in front of her. They stopped. “Come out.”

Anne was lead to a square room. Someone had put chains around her wrists and ankles. The man, who was holding her chains, pushed her down into a chair. Anne suddenly could think. She was as alert as a fox. A taller, thinner man stood in front of her. He wore a blue uniform, with gray highlights and yellow shoulder pads. He began to speak. “Mrs. Allore,” He began, but Anne interrupted him.

“Good sir, there has been a misunderstanding! I am not this Mrs. Allore, my name is Anne Ygyrin. I applied as a test subject at her company.” Anne explained.

“Well, Mrs. Ygyrin, nobody is blind enough to not recognize that she is a bad person, so I require you to give proof that you are not Justean Allore, or else you will be ‘discarded’.”

“I have the email, you can just look on my account, [email protected]! The password is 2986hw2rN%.”

The man sat down at the table, and slammed his fist down. “I need proof, not just an email!”

“Shouldn’t you know what she looks like?” Anne asked, terrified by how the room seemed to be getting darker by the minute.

The man sighed. His shoulders slumped, and he calmed down. But, as Anne began to speak, his face contorted, and he jolted up, his shoulders rising in an unnatural way. “Help, help me please! She-” his facial expression went back to normal, and his shoulders were also back to normal, “Mrs. Alore, you will be led outside, and will be discarded. Guard!”

The guard tried to lift Anne out of her seat, but she struggled, and found that if she pushed a button inside of the chains, they would loosen. She slipped her hands out, and pushed the guard away. Then, she loosened her feet, and started sprinting towards where she thought the door was! She slammed into the wall, and started searching for the exit. Her hands slipped through, and she found an opening. She stumbled through the intricate halls, almost as if it was a labyrinth. She kept on moving forward, then turning one way, then the other. She felt along the walls for anything, but they were always the same; a smooth quartz with a polished finish. She found no exit. Then, the walls started getting farther and farther away. They were her only point of reference, so she began chasing them. Then, the ceiling began moving toward the ground. It kept on going, until she was lying flat on the floor. After that, it stopped, and the ground began to curve upwards, and the walls moved at a million miles an hour towards her. Finally, as she was about to accept her fate, the ground disintegrated, and she fell and fell and fell, to her inevitable death. She felt the air moving faster and faster, like it was about to rip her apart. Finally, she found herself tied to a pole, in the middle of the air. It was no longer dark. She was tied above the One Equals Two Building. Nobody was there, except her. She was tied to the middle of the flagpole. A huge crowd had gathered outside of the building, and cameras were all pointed at her, from thousands of feet below her. She tried to scream at the top of her lungs, but a bandana was folded tightly over her mouth.

Anne Ygyrin, Anne Ygyrin, poor poor Anne Ygyrin. That would surely be the headline tonight. Anne Ygyrin stuck on a pole. Anne Ygyrin is like a cat stuck in a tree. Anne Ygyrin is such a scaredy cat. That was sure to be the headline tonight. Anne, poor poor Anne. Yes, of course, poor poor Miss Ygyrin. That would make the headline tonight.

Anne had been brought down by the cops. She had been questioned, and nobody knew what had happened. She drove home. Just as she got out of the car, a drop of water fell. Then another. And another and another and another, until it was pouring harder than Anne had ever seen. She walked into her house drenched in both water and shame. Her sister didn’t come out to greet her, so Anne assumed that she had already fallen asleep. Anne changed into dry clothes, and fell limp onto the couch. She raised the remote to head level, and pointed it at the tv. She reluctantly turned on the news.

“Today, many interesting things happened; and breaking news! Not only has a young woman been found tied to the pole on top of One Equals Two Inc, but there has been a body found behind the exact same building! Are these two coincidences related? Stay tuned to learn more!” Then a commercial about a mattress came up. Anne sat back, shocked. Were the events related? She waited for the commercial to end.

“These events were indeed related.” Anne was listening intently, interested in this story. “The body found…. Was that of the young woman’s sister!” Anne screamed. Anne screamed like she never had before. “We are currently outside of her house, about to ask for an interview- oh…. I think she’s watching, turn it off, turn it off!” and the screen went black.

THE INTERVIEWER

I’ve found a great story to tell on my news channel. Today, as I was walking, I saw a girl walking around on top of the building for One Equals Two Inc, and knew that I had to call two people; my studio, and the cops. I got somebody else to call the cops, and I called my studio, and they both came. Just as they arrived, she tied herself to the pole. What in the world was she doing?! Later, We found a body. Apparently, it was her sister.

MR. HANK

Finally, Finally, you got someone to volunteer for cloning. You aren’t actually cloning them. You are manipulating them. These experiments, you think, are not for cloning, but mind control. You can’t let them make all this for nothing. They tried to escape, but you stopped them. Now here you are, trying to make them walk off the side of your building. They won’t. You just make them tie themselves up on a pole after “discarding” of their sister. You stay in their mind until they get home, and then induce a sharp pain in them. They scream. You make her stop everything, by exiting her mind, taking it with you.