Fifty-Seven

My eyelids flicked open. A glaring light shined straight into my eyes. I blinked hard.

“Get that damn light out of my eyes. I can’t see.” The light didn’t move though. It must have been positioned just for this kind of effect. I could hear people talking in the background.

“What are we going to do with him? He has too much knowledge. His trip has gone too far.” The voice was low and monotone. He spoke as if he didn’t even care that I was listening.

“Yeah, its definitely time to take him down.” This voice was Dr.Mesher’s. My friend, my confidant, the man that I was supposed to be able to bear my soul to. The guy who had provided me with the canteen that I never really got to use.

“How do you want to handle this one?”

“The usual way.”

“What do you mean, “the usual way”?” I screamed. My heart began to race. These guys were going to kill me! And it definitely was not in my power to stop them.

“Goodnite, Kevin.”

Another syringe, another blackout, and I was out for the count once again.