My name is Colby Patterson and I’m soulless.
Literally. It happened one day when I was in school. My soul disappeared. I became a raving
lunatic, psychopath, craved madman, hell-bent on destroying everything in my
path.
How did this happen?
Does it have something to do with the scientific
experiments being conducted at Velcron Technologies? Who is Oliver Conroy? And, how did he steal my soul?
***
Colby woke on
the cold floor. Only one of his eyes worked. The other was sealed shut. He
pulled himself to sitting, feeling every inch of his body bruised and sore. An
ache radiated inside of him like his ribs were broken. Blood dripped from a cut
on his lip. He smeared it away with the back of his hand, then looked down at
his arms and saw burn marks seared across his flesh. The same red marks covered
his legs. Colby struggled to his feet and looked around to orientate himself.
He wasn’t in the
room he had been brought to when he first arrived to Velcron. This room was a
laboratory—a dimly lit one. The floor was smooth and polished, with a metal
table was in the middle of the room. Silver chutes lined one wall, a metal door
on the other. He hobbled to the door and tried the handle not really thinking
it would work, but determined to escape. He had to get out.
He remembered the last thing Dr. Wang had
said. Take him to the vaporization room. Colby
turned around again and saw a shower on the far end of the room—the
vaporization shower. He had heard about it before. It was used in prisons to
execute criminals. A prisoner would be forced into the chamber and ultrasonic
lasers would shoot out of the showerhead, vaporizing the victim into oblivion.
Now, they were going to try to execute him without any just cause. He hadn’t
even had a trial. There was no jury, no witnesses called forth to testify, no
judge to hear his version of the truth. All of it was a set-up, to annihilate
him and keep him quiet, but why?
Searching
the room, Colby looked for something to defend himself with, but there was
nothing. He scanned the ceiling and sides of the walls for an opening, anything
that he could stick his fingers into and wedge open, but everything he touched
was polished smooth. He tried to yank one of the legs off the table but it
didn’t budge. Each leg was permanently secured to the floor.
A moment later
the door squeaked open and the man in the white shirt appeared. “I’m glad
you’re awake,” he said, entering with his baton in hand. “I didn’t want to
vaporize you without having you awake first.”
“Why
are you doing this?” Colby asked, backing up.
He
shut the door. “You’re a mistake, Colby. Someone already had your soul before
you and he wasn’t done with it, so we gave it back to him. That makes you a
damaged psychopath. We can’t have damaged psychopaths just wandering the
streets now, can we?”
“What
about my trial?” Colby begged. “What about getting to defend myself? Where are
the police?”
The
man switched on the baton and laughed. “Police? Now, why would we want to get
them involved? We already know you’re guilty.” He stepped
towards Colby, waving the baton then prodding him towards the back wall and the
vaporization chamber.
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Oh! Intriguing! Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteCool! Sounds good! Do you have a release date?
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