A Different Scheme

by Ranekaera

Randall stays up late onthe scare floor one night, intending to set a different idea into motion, but what he finds instead is a surprise! PLEASE RE READ, NEWLY EDITED CHAPTERS, PROPERLY SPACED! PLEASE r&r!

12. No choice

CHAPTER TWELVE: NO CHOICE

I heard Randall roar, but couldn't see him.
I was numb cold, strapped to the table with nothing on. Ray stood over me, aiming the gun at my head. Any questions?" he asked. I nodded. "What are you gonna do to me?" I asked. He lowered the gun and asked "How old are you?" "S-seventeen." I answered. "Okay. I want you to do me a little favor, then. Can you draw?" he asked tonelessly. His eyes bore into me and I couldn't ignore him. "Yes, I'm very good at it." I answered truthfully. "Here." he said. He handed me a pen and a piece of paper. "What-?" I asked.
"If you could look like any monster in the world, what would you look like? I want you to draw a picture of it." he demanded. I gulped. Ray undid the straps holding my arms down, and I took the pen and thought.
Drawing the pen across the paper, I drew what looked like a lizard on four legs. Instead of short legs jointed like a lizard's, I drew these legs a little longer and with four clawed toes. They were jointed like a cat's and had smooth scales. I drew the wings, small and slightly bat-like. Next I drew a neck, not too long, but not too short. The head came next, and this, I drew like a lizard's, or, rather, like a water dragon's. I drew the eyes set into the head and slanted like a fox's. I drew the hair, down to the shoulders. The tail came last, very long and very thin like a lizard's. "Very good. Pretty." complimented Ray. "What's it for?" I asked shakily. Ray took the drawing and slid it into a part of the gun he was holding. I got a bad feeling.
"Since your still young and you have nothing to do with this, I've decided to give you a choice. When I shoot you, you will become this monster you have just drawn." he explained. My eyes went wide and I heard myself whimper. Never in my life had I ever heard myself whimper like that.
"Ready." he aimed and the gun whined. Moments before he fired, I thought ever since I met randall again, I thought he was kind of lonely. No one to care for him, no one to be his friend, no one to give him a chance to prove himself. He told me last month he wanted me to stay with him from now on, and I appreciated that. I understood that he now had a friend he could talk to, when no one else would listen. That was as far as I got. He fired and all I felt was a kind of polite pain. I screamed.