Chapter Six
Fixers
I remember it fairly clearly, there was me and four other kids. Principal Shaft led us to a section of the school I hadn't been in before.
Five metal-framed glass boxes were placed outside four doors with writing on them. The doors were sealed.
DEATH! DON'T KILL ME! My mind was screaming wildly, positively hysterical.
"What're they?" I asked nervously.
"Fixers." Principal Shaft replied.
"What do they do?" my voice trembled.
"Fix naughty children."
"You kill them?"
"No, no," Principal Shaft laughed, "We rip off their faces."
"WHAT THE HELL?" I had totally freaked out. I had to have heard wrong. Please God!
"Where do you think the chips go?"
"WHAT FUCKING CHIPS?"
"The ones that make everyone smart and nice and perfect."
Shaft pushed the other three children into separate boxes but I ran down the hall.
"Come back!" she boomed.
"NO! YOU'RE GOING TO KILL ME!"
Shaft pulled a sinister knife from her pocket and threw it, hitting my shoulder.
She caught up with me and began to choke me, her evil sharp teeth drawing ever closer to my face.
"YOU'RE NOT GOING TO EAT ME, BITCH!" I screamed, lashing out at her legs.