Until Death Do You Part
I hear my cries give way to a slight echo. I look up and see the black room again. I sob heavily while crying more. I notice a little white on the edge of the simulation table. I heave. I would probably retch again if I had anything left. I get up. I don’t want to. But I have to. I make my way over to the table so I can read the letter. I pick it up. The ink is smudged in places. The paper is a little crinkled. There seem to be a few drops of blood on it. I read it.
“Subject Number Ten-Fifteen-Eight-Fourteen,
“Please accept my most sincere apologies regarding the previous letter you had received from me. I was quite delirious, and did not have complete grip on what exactly it was that I was attempting to tell you. You are completely safe and should continue the study. If the intel I have been fed has any weight to it, you are near completion. Which is good, seeing how you have but one week to complete it. Also, please ignore my previous statement that you are not alone. You are in fact alone. Do not worry. Keep it up, and good luck Subject Number Ten-Fifteen-Eight-Fourteen.
“Subject Number Ten-Eight-Fifteen-Fourteen”
I immediately crumple the letter up and throw it at the wall. A door opens when the balled paper hits the wall. I can’t see what’s inside, but it has to be better than here. I run through the doorway. I hit another wall and almost fall out, but the door closes behind me. I can’t see a thing. The floor drops out under me and I fall. I fall and fall. When I hit the ground pain shoots through my legs and a pass out.
I wake up and look to my side. I’m back in the forest. I giggle a little. Then get up. My legs are fine. I hear a baby crying. The first sound I hear after that is what’s left of my own voice. Not again you stupid child. I walk in the other direction. I hear the scream and wince. I look behind me just to see if it’s close at all and its right behind me, practically breathing in my face. How… it wasn’t there a moment ago… It screams and I can smell the horrible stench of decayed corpses. I back away slowly, feeling behind me, trying to escape. I trip on a stray root and fall; it cocks its head at me. Its jaw splits, making a sickening crack, and a tongue slides out. I can see the steam from its breath, the saliva forming strings and dripping from its teeth, mouth, and tongue. The slimy tongue shoots and wraps around my ankle. I get wrenched from the ground and dangled above the monster’s mouth. It drops me in. I flail and close my eyes
I open my eyes after a moment of feeling like falling. I’m back in the black room. I start laughing hysterically. I just laugh and laugh until my stomach hurts and my lungs ache. I laugh as I get up. I laugh as I look for the letter. I laugh as I read it.
“Am câștigat! Le-am bătut! E timpul să mergem acasă! Nu cred că ar fi mers mai bine. Ești în siguranță. Tu nu ești singur. Ai sa vezi soția și fiicele tale din nou! Ai câștigat.
I laugh. I can’t read this. I don’t read anything but English. After I’m done looking at the gibberish I hear the computer voice again.
SUBJECT NUMBER TEN-FIFTEEN-EIGHT-FOURTEEN. YOUR SIMULATION TRIALS HAVE BEEN COMPLETED. YOUR STUDY HAS BEEN COMPLETED. ENTER THE DOORWAY THAT WILL OPEN AFTER THIS MESSAGE HAS BEEN COMPLETED. YOU HAVE PERFORMED OPTIMALLY. WE THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE AND TIME. COMPUTER PERSONALITY NUMBER FIVE WILL BE TERMINATED AFTER YOUR RELEASE. THE CHAMBER OF YOUR STUDY WILL BE RESET FOR FURTHER USE BY THE FACILITIES AND SCRUBBED FOR ANY CONTRABAND OR WASTE. IN THE EVENT THAT WE FIND CONTRABAND YOUR DATA WILL BE CONSIDERED NULL AND VOID AND WILL BE DISPOSED OF AS SUCH. AGAIN, WE THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE. HAVE A NICE DAY SUBJECT NUMBER TEN-FIFTEEN-EIGHT-FOURTEEN.
I laugh at it. There’s no way out of this room. There never was. I was tricked my subject ten-eight-fifteen-fourteen or whoever that was. I am trapped here. I giggle at that. I’m trapped. Oh well I guess. Nothing I can do about that. I laugh at that, what a stupid phrase. Of course I can’t do anything about it. I can’t do anything about anything. A door slides open. I look at it, confused. There shouldn’t be any way out of here. I can see down a white hallway. There is a room on the other side. I walk to it. Giggling to myself. Thinking this is just another joke. Another set up for a simulation. I walk into the room, my vision still adjusting to the change in light. When I can see I laugh again. Not a happy or a nervous laugh. Not a crazy laugh either. A laugh of defeat. A laugh of terror. There it is. My creation. It moves towards me with impossible speed, almost instantaneous. I try to back up, out the door. There is no door. The monster rears and grabs my limbs and head with one hand each. Then it pulls. It pulls me apart. I laugh the whole time. It hurts so badly. It rips me to pieces. But I’ll just wake up on the damn table. It’ll be okay.