…

..huh?

Oh right... I know where I’m at. This shit hole of a facility, the hidden organization of the government. If I remember correctly they called this place the Black Box. This is where a doctor, who in my opinion is closer to the doctors from the Nazi Camps, “treats your diseases.” Or at least what they tell the ignorant public. We are experimented on day in and day out. I have been here for the last fifteen years of my worthless life. 

Ever since I arrived in this place I have noticed severe changes in my body. My hair color has changed. It was once black as night, now it is a very dark blue, with the ends of my hair being a dark purple. My body got faster, stronger, and I was given an ability that is still kept secret from the doctors. Yet, I wasn’t the only one to have changed like this, every single person from my test group was effected one way or another. After year six, my group was the only one still alive. So the treatments were more severe.  Our group is called Moon. There were 4 groups in total; Moon, Star, Planet, and Matter. I can’t believe that the director, the head of the Black Box, killed off anyone that tried to escape, fight back, and/or could cause him trouble at all.

“~~~”

That the intercom's buzz, uh-oh.

“ATTENTION ALL MOONS REPORT TO THE MED BAY IMMEDIATELY!” 

That damn man, I can’t wait to fucking cut his GOD DAMN HEAD O-

Breathe in. Breathe out. Ok, I’m fine, don’t get too excited. I never want to go through that again. Shit! I’m about to be late I need to get to the medical bay asap!

As soon as I arrive at the medical bay, I see not a single soul from the group there. I see the director, and the thought that came is the only thing that could be true.

“YOU FUCKER! WHAT DID YOU DO TO THEM!?! WHERE IS THE REST OF MY GROUP?” 

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Suddenly highly armed men appeared around me. I was grabbed and forced into a chair in the middle of the room.

"Well Well Well. Look who we have here. The little bitch boy whos parents sold him for a hot meal. Are you going to do something or will you just die easily?"

I spit towards him and say

"Fuck you! What did I ever do to you?!?!?"

After seeing the anger and hatred on my face, the director smiles and laughs. After he was finished, a high pitched sound resonated within my ears. I soon realized that sound was a snap telling the armed guards to light me up. I would have been lucky to have been shot at.

NO

It had to be electricity.

The moment the switch was pulled I felt immense pain. I could feel every part of my body just enough to feel the skin burning. The chair was at such a high voltage that my skin started to burn and peel every so often. Where the skin peeled blood flowed and were skin burned left scars worst than third-degree burns. My skin both poped and melted where my skin did not peel. The scene was straight out of a horror film. I could smell my flesh burning, why doesn't it make me want to throw up? Stop. Kill em. Stop em. Kill em. Stop em. No, Kill em. Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill KillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKill

My blood was boiling. I had to know why they were killed. I felt as if the whole world was shaking in anger with me. The grin of the director infuriated me. I looked at the wrist braces that confined me. I continuously pulled and moved erratically trying to escape the hellish torture I am being subjected to. No matter what I tried to do I could not escape the chair. 

I must kill them no matter what.

Soon the pain subsided and I was somehow behind the director. I instantly thought of using a knife to kill him. The moment I thought this my whole body was covered in a dark overbearing aura. My hand was unviewable due to this aura, I moved my hand out of the shadow only to find a thin blade appeared into my right hand. Without hesitation, I stabbed the director in his spinal cord. The blade went in very easily. It felt like a knife going through softened butter. This caused him to go into neurogenic shock, soon after he died in the slowest and painful way possible. I looked at the guards, who instinctively pointed their guns towards me, that had started to fire their guns. As if time slowed down, I watched as the bullets moved like snails towards me. I walked around the bullets and quickly killed the guards that were in the room. When time resumed at normal speed, the bodies of the guards started were launched into the air. The bodies started to rotate at an increasing amount of speed. Soon after, the bodies were ripped into shreds and their blood fell like heavy rain. I started to step out of the room when I felt a very sharp pain from my chest. I struggled against the pain. Unable to beat it, I gave into it. I soon passed out from exhaustion.

…

“He...?”

“Hello?”

“It’s...now...are...place!”

What is he saying? Why can’t I understand what he is saying? The voice I heard was similar to a male middle schooler talking. I look up to see a sign, shining brighter than the midday sun. The sign was neon blue and so large that no-one couldn't be able to see it. It looked longer than three football fields and the neon sign was blue.  

{WELCOME TO THE AFTERLIFE!!}