The buzzing of the tattoo needle was like a soft symphony, playing to distract us from our own realities. The screams got louder and louder, these pathetic screams. It’s not like anyone would hear her. I dipped the needle in my favorite color, black. An American genius, Einstein, once said that there was no darkness, just the absence of light. But I disagree, I mean yes, darkness is the absence of light, but it’s so much more than that. It’s like if your soul just abandoned you and everything that mattered before, doesn’t.
I walked over to her. I touched her with a soft, light contact, wiping her tears away.
“Don’t be afraid, it won’t hurt one bit. Hm, Oh why so much makeup? Don’t you like yourself the way you are.”
She started mumbling through the rag tied around her mouth. I grabbed her arm and started to place the numbers on her wrist. She was calm for getting a tattoo. I finally finished and dragged her towards her cell. After that, I finished off her friend Scott and put him in a separate cell. If they only knew the future this project would mean towards the planet, they wouldn’t be as scared of me, nor the future they have here. No one knows who I am, to others, I am known as the man without a face, without a purpose. I plan on keeping it that way. If anyone knew of my abilities and that I’m conducting this experiment based on my abilities, I’ll be a test subject myself.