No pizza, huh? That's OK, I guess. I didn't really expect any of you jackasses to actually listen to me. Would've been nice, though.
You know what? I bet you assholes are sitting there slurping away on big, steaming mugs of coffee right now. I bet you're all chowing down on a big box of donuts while you sit there watching me starve. They're probably cream-filled, too. Vanilla cream-filled donuts. Mmm….
I bet you sons of bitches are sitting in some little dark room, staring at your little TV monitors or whatever the hell you're using to watch me with your goddamned beady little eyes and saying, "Uh-huh…interesting! Boy oh boy, isn't this kid something else?" Like I'm some bug under a slide that you're about to dissect or something. Wait a second…
…
…
That's it. That's it, isn't it? That's what you assholes do to me every time I fall asleep, isn't it? You…you cut me open so you can look at me, don't you? So you can put things inside of me. That's why there aren't any cameras in here with me, or any microphones or…or...anything. All that shit is inside of me, isn't it? Isn't it?
Well, that's going to stop RIGHT NOW! I'm not going to let you goddamned sons of bitches plant that shit inside of me! No siree BOB!
Frantically, the patient began to scratch at the pinkish scars that traced his arms. The newly-healed skin grew tender and painful, but the old wounds remained steadfastly closed.
You…YOU SONS OF BITCHES! YOU SHIT-BRAINED BASTARDS! YOU CUT MY GODDAMN FINGERNAILS JUST SO I WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO GET RID OF YOUR DAMNED BUGS, DIDN'T YOU? DIDN'T YOU?!?
Screaming, sobbing, panicking, he tore at the weakened flesh.
I DON'T WANT YOUR BUGS, DAMN IT!
The flesh became red and raw and finally began to bleed in response to the persisting irritation. The patient jammed his fingers deep into the open wounds, digging for something metallic, something foreign, anything strange or abnormal.
YOU WON'T BE LISTENING OR…watching…me anymore….
Blood welled past his fingers, boiling from the deep gash in his arm to drip to the floor.
No more watching.
And as the crimson puddle grew, feeding off his life force and blotting away the white gleam of the tile floor, a revelation came.
No more KNOWING everything.
It was the something he had seen, the something that had been so very, very important, so true, the something that he had been unable to grasp, but oh, it was clear now. So clear.
No…more…
It was a way to defeat the Watchers, a simple yet enormous way to escape from them once and for all.
...watching…
The patient smiled, soothed by this new, beautiful knowledge and closed his eyes.
…me….
There was a door….
May 5th. Sixth test run enlightening, albeit disturbing. Patient shows marked signs of mental deterioration (paranoia, self-mutilation, possible hallucination, psychosis, etc.). Inflicted serious damage to arms; surgical procedures were necessary to ensure proper healing. Minor blood transfusions also administered. Use of restraints for next test run highly recommended. Next test run postponed an additional week to allow patient to heal and rest.
Author's Notes: Well, here's yet another chapter for your reading pleasure! The next chapter might not be posted until Thursday because (a) I'm going to be without internet access for a few days, and (b) I haven't written it yet! Hope you all enjoyed this chapter.
Thanks to Karimaru, Hiro.P, shadowwaker, mandapandabug, Tsurugi-no-Benigasumi, and Silently Broken for reviewing the last chapter!
To Tsurugi-no-Benigasumi: I haven't read "The Ashwater Experiment".... I guess I'll have to read it sometime!