3.
I
got here around three pm, after answering questions at the local police station
for a few very tedious hours; I managed to convince Detective Ford that his
hand was melting onto the table. He could hear it searing and popping and could
see his flesh disintegrate. The insanity of the situation was quite interesting
but all it proved is that I now belong to a special group of people known affectionately
as “freaks”
So I’m
sitting in a cold concrete room with one chair and no desk. I have handcuffs on;
they put them on me to make themselves feel in control. I let them think that
this created an equal ground. I’m growing tired of this. I’m thinking of all
the things I could be doing and all the people I could be helping. I’m thinking
about the little girl who lost her mind somewhere beautiful and I have decided
I am not going to tell them what really happened. If they don’t know who they
are dealing with when true evil stands right in front of them, then they don’t deserve
to be saved.
I
can hear the door opening. There will be three men in perfectly ironed black
suits. They won’t ask questions, they have seen the test results. I am sitting
in a room in the middle of the desert. I know this because I can feel the
strength of the sun bouncing off the concrete in the walls. They are wheeling
in the medical cart. I will fall into myself until this is over. Then we will
talk.
A young boy is running through the deep and dark woods.
Vibrant shades of purple and blue surround him and the trees engulf everything
around him. He knows exactly where he is going, he has explored the same route
since he was just old enough to walk . This place is magical to him.
Frightening and mystifying all at once. He is home here and nothing can touch
him. He reaches the end of the wood and the bright white light that spills over
the shrubs makes the colours look like they are bleeding over a painting. He
spills out into the open and stares up at the vast orange sky.
His parents are calling to him from the small cottage
just metres away. He is too busy watching the fantastic ships sprawling in the
sky. Their destination is unknown and like birds they glide over one another in
a dance that is hypnotizing.
“Cairo!
It’s time for supper, come back inside son”
His mother’s voice echoes sweetly in his mind and he
comes back to the ground. How he longs to explore what is beyond the orange sky
and behind the three moons in the dark. He steps out onto the grass and has a
sudden uneasy feeling like something is escaping him; that something is suddenly missing. He looks at his right
arm, in the middle of his elbow bend and notices the pain.
What
is happening?
He looks to the sky again and focuses on the bright white
sun. He closes his eyes.
The prisoner opens his eyes.
We can
talk now.
The well
suited men want to take some more tests. They want to know why my blood creates
such a strong chemical reaction; they want to know why it has the molecular
structure of a strong hallucinogenic. They will never understand. I didn’t come
here to talk them through it; I came here to help them.
I am
so tired, tired in mind and body. I can only watch them eat each other whole
for so long before I hand them a plate. Let’s see how far this goes.
Let’s
see how far through the orange sky they fall.
He watches them harvest it. He watches them colour it and
dehydrate it. He watches them package it and discuss how to test it. All from
the same chair in the same concrete dungeon. His long blonde hair hanging in
front of his eyes and sticking to his cheeks, his deep blue eyes fixed on the steel
door and what is going on behind it,
Human
tests, he hears.
Young
subjects.
He breaks the handcuffs in half. The head doctor attempts
to make a deal with him in exchange for his co-operation; the free air for
quiet and unlimited access to his knowledge.
He makes his way to the door and uses his legs for the
first time in six months. He doesn’t lose balance and his strength never
wavers. He approaches the steel door and as It opens the white light floods his
entire world,
The sky falls down on him.
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