7 – Duality

I decided I couldn't live with the previous chapter anymore… so I decided to re-upload chapters 5 and 6. Looks like I can't write with 0.4 liters of blood missing. Enjoy!

Barry held his foot in pain, heat blisters had already formed, ˝YOU FUCKING SICKO! LET ME OUT!˝ He slowly picked himself up, breathing hard. His eyes raced back to the TV; 1 minute 47 seconds. It's strange, that people, in situations like this, rather waste their time screaming and trying to remove the device without even starting the actual test.

The frog looked at an "EXIT". Feet or back… what would you sacrifice to survive, how powerful is your survival instinct. He gulped and clenched his jaw and then just went for it. He hopped into the nearest tunnel. People walk on hot coal like it's nothing and walk away with no burns whatsoever, but you've got physics on your side there.

Barry landed on the white-hot metal and quickly pushed himself off. He refrained himself from screaming, but tears were still running from his eyes. Focused on getting out alive, he ignored the pain the best he could. The amphibian's skin cells were slowly turning into charcoal.

But trying to ignore the pain, he wasn't focused on the path ahead. He hit a wall right in front of him and fell back on his side. A sizzling sound was heard and he pushed himself off the hot floor. But not quite fast enough, he left a huge portion of the skin, of one of his front legs, on the ground. It just stayed stuck to the metal, like eggs to a pan.

He grabbed the spot and let out a scream in pain, but with the unsustainable temperatures, it had to be short. The frog looked at the wall he hit. ˝Dead end,˝ he muttered, tears escaping his eyes. His feet didn't hurt anymore, he must've reached the fourth degree, where the verve cells die. Tears fell to the ground and immediately evaporated. He let out a few sniffs and noticed something else, he was finding it hard to breathe.

The temperature was high and he was an amphibian, he had to keep his skin moist. Barry raced back to the starting spot and rolled on the cold concrete when he reached it. Still trying to catch his breath, he looked to the television; 17 seconds. He smirked, ˝You know what… you're not deciding when I'm going to die.˝

The frog stood up and charged against a wall, but just before he hit it, he turned to the side and smashed the black box on his back against it. The tug his skin received was enough for it to tear down one side, he clenched his jaws and endured the pain. Barry took a quick deep breath and then grabbed the device once again with both his front feet.

He pulled the best he could, feeling the skin on his back being ripped off. More tears escaped his eyes as he felt a warm red liquid run down his back and hind legs. There was no time to stop, he let out a last scream, as the last of his skin gave way to his, adrenaline fueled, strength.

There it was, the device supposed to kill him, he smirked and looked back at the TV; 5 seconds. ˝Like I said *pant*, I'm deciding *pant*, when I die *pant*.˝ Still smirking, he collapsed to the ground and slowly closed his eyes. The device landed right next to his head, as the last seconds passed; 3… 2… 1... 0. An explosion went off and echoed across the room. The blast was powerful enough to kill the frog and shatter the small TV.

Watching some monitors was a dark figure, ˝Impressive, I didn't think you'd actually have the guts to remove that thing. I wonder what you'd say if you knew that you would've won if you just stayed at the end of that tunnel.˝

Back with Skipper, he stopped, when he heard steel hitting steel, and slowly opened his eyes, the arm was long off and he grabbed it. He took another glance at the time; minute twenty-seven. ˝No time to mourn,˝ he hurried back to the scale and threw the appendage on it, before jumping himself; fifty-two pounds. The door on the opposite side of the room immediately shot open.

Skipper started for it, but as soon as he left the platform, it closed again. ˝No,˝ he whispered with a blank expression on his face. He felt his blood boiling, but time was of the essence, he ran back to the table and once again grabbed the cleaver.

He looked at the other arm, ˝That won't be enough,˝ he muttered. His eyes slid down to a more muscular body part, ˝The tail.˝ He jumped to it and tried weighing it with his free flipper, ˝I'd say it's about my weight. He once again raised the cleaver, but this time he had a more determined look on his face.

He swung the blade down, a splatter of blood hit his face. He wiped his beak and then took another hit. The crimson fluid, ran from the open wound. Skipper's rage grew, not because he hated the marsupial, but because he was forced into doing this.

He pulled it out again, and was panting now, he waited for a few seconds before striking for the last time. He swung the cleaver again, severing the last of the muscular tissue and cutting off the tail. He threw the blade at the scale and then threw his escape key from the table.

The penguin followed suit, he grabbed it and dragged it towards the scale. It's amazing what. He threw it on the platform and the doors immediately opened; sixty-three pounds. ˝Looks like I overdid it,˝ he commented with a smirk, before turning around and sliding towards the exit.

Skipper left the room right before the door closed behind him, forever.

Let's see, who do we have left? Archie, Julien, Hans, Blowhole and the rat king (not necessarily in that order), before the grand finale, my first idea, it's as original as the first Star Wars trilogy and brilliant at that. Hope you liked the new chapters better.

Also, if you have any other victims, tell me.