Welcome back to my morbid mind. This, my friends, is what real depression is. One shot. ~•~ Aveline knew enough to stand absolutely still. She wasn’t crazy. She wasn’t stupid. She wasn’t incurable. She was selectively mute. And the only person who knew that it wasn’t her brain functioning improperly refused to tell the Facility. So when she was raised onto the shockproof platform, she knew what was coming next. The only chamber in which the mutes finally screamed. It was too late by then. The testing on them was over and done with. Their slow deaths would only be memories locked in the minds of others. She refused to die that way, blundering into an electrified barrier. The voice came over the speakers again as she viewed the chamber in which she would most likely die. As she surveyed it, she noticed in the dark stone corridor, there were blue sparks that wove and danced through the air all around her. They taunted her. Figure us out, they called. “Come on, Test Subject 00. It’s time for you to leave us.” How true, Aveline mused. She would be leaving them, in a hidden body bag stashed amongst the watermelons or something. She realized that she didn’t even know what season it was outside. She didn’t know if it was watermelon season. Somehow, the thought that watermelons might be growing comforted her. She was finally going to die. Her body would convulse, before she let out a single sound and crumpled to the ground. No, she wouldn’t let out a sound. It would show them who was really in control, in the end. They weren’t going to use her as a pawn. She wasn’t just another set of vocal cords to work on, to slowly remove from a corpse and test to no end. She surveyed the patterns of sparks. “Go on, Zero Zero. Leave. You’re more than welcome to. Your time here is over.” She began to see a pattern in which parts of the field sparked. They were probably more lethal, she mused. There was a narrow section in which sparks barely flew. If she could pass through, she might not die from the shock. Slowly, she raised a single foot. Her slight form shivered, and she was suddenly very aware of every camera in the room, and the speakers. They could pretend that this was a real dungeon all they wanted. She knew it was a fake. She wanted to destroy it all. Aveline closed her eyes and dashed through the gap. Every second passing through felt like an eternity. She could feel the sharp tingling zap of electricity snap through every inch of her skin. She began to count how long it would be until she was out. Within four seconds, every strand of her hair was through the barrier. “Well,” the voice chuckled. Aveline slowly rotated mid-step. A shiver ran down her spine at the snakelike eyes that pierced her skin. “Not too stupid after all.” Aveline’s glare was enough. “Come, now.” The woman across from her, the one with the ice blue eyes that pierced her like fangs. “Talk. I’m sure you can.” Aveline slowly shook her head. The woman did not scare her. Aveline shifted her features into an impenetrable mask. No, she thought. My last words will not be to the one who killed my spirit. The woman glared at Aveline. “No? You just want to leave, without thanking the person who helped you find what was left of your strength?” At this remark, Aveline had had enough. She charged back through the barrier, and punched the cold woman square in the gut. Without looking to see the damage she had caused, she fled. Out the door, out! Her animal instincts were flaring to life, a wild sense of flight gripping her. She ran. She took twists, and turns, always to the daylight. She reached the final door. It was open, wide open after everything she had been through. She could have just left. Aveline was so relieved that she didn’t notice when she crashed into the electrified barrier that covered the exit. As she fell, to the ice cold ground, the guard who had turned on the barrier watched silently. After she had crumpled into a small, helpless form, the guard picked up her body. He didn’t notice the thin trickle of air that escaped from her. She could have been saved, with a capable person’s aid. The guard was far more capable than he appeared to be- he had majored in medicine long ago. When he did notice that she had been breathing, her fate had already been determined. It was far too late for her. She drew a single shaky breath as the guard still watched. The only person who witnessed her death was the guard. The last alive test subject in the Facility had just been killed.
Thank you. This was actually started for an English assignment, but then I realized that it was three hundred words over the maximum and it was extremely morbid. So I wrote a condensed, innocent version, and continued this one on my spare time. My friend got angry at me for always killing my characters off.