“1, 2, 5, 6, 11. These Numbers mean nothing without context. The 1 can stand for first place or last alive, without context no one will know what it means”. - UNKNOWN
“2, 4, 6, 8, 10” repeat. Repeat… again, another time. These words rang hollow in the young man’s mind. He mumbled the numbers, staring into the wall.
“We lost him doctor”. Behind a glass wall, two figures chatted. They ended their discussion and left the small observatory. As soon as the door closed and the man was alone, he turned to the one-way mirror wall. “2 this time too” he whispered. He walked up to the mirror and walked straight through. The glass rippled like water; an opaque double walked back to where he was stood. It started to count “10, 8, 6, 4, 2”. The man looked from inside the observatory “keep counting, when you reach the 100`t you can go back”. The double turned its head unnaturally to look at him. Its mouth crumpled out “ƨƨod ʞɔυl booӘ”. He just nodded and faced the door. He was ready for the world, was it ready for him?
The two figures from earlier were seated in nice and tidy office; it was too clean. Out of place close to left wall a mirror also hung. “Doctor, any reason to keep the subject locked in isolation?” A woman of many experiences and greying hair, asked. “Charol, he was long gone before you saw him. We only did the tests to confirm things. We know he is fully aware of us but can’t find out how. That makes him dangerous. Think of him like a rabid dog. He will bite and hurt the first moving thing”. The man was seated on his chair, perfectly aligned with the quality, plastic desk. He tried to wave her fears away, however Charol was not pacified. “Jacob. Take this as serous warning, we are on thin ice. This is my LAST. WARNING. You promised a clean project, THIS, IS NOT IT”. She stood from her chair, walked in front of the desk then jabbed her finger in Jacob’s chest. Right where a name plate stood written, Dr Jacob farmstead. “You are not living up to your promise or name”. Before he could reply, she stormed out the door. His first thoughts were, she could have centred the chair.
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After lunchtime passed Jacob entered his sanctuary. His office, and he found it disturbed. Sitting in his chair was an obscured figure. When he walked closer, the figure rose tall. It was him! Before he could recover the double yanked him forward. Face to face, an eery voice, not his, talked “Thank you for this chance doc”. The real Jacob was tossed to his left with unnatural strength. He hit the mirror; it rippled and embraced him. Sinking slowly into the mirror the last thing he saw was the double switching its nameplate with his.
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