Chapter 3
We were lead through the facility in complete silence. It was almost unnerving.
"Now you two will be assigned to your own quadrants for security reasons and tested on your own skills, mental and physical endurance, as well as stratigic mind set. Your housings will be of different dimentions according to your mental evalutions and appeals. You will be givin appropriate appearal according to the biome of said dimention, meaning you will be givin an outfit to improve your attributes and imtimidation . Do you understand?" Delegate Swanson explained in great detail.
Both I and Lizz were silent and confused.
"It's means you'll be turned into horror movie monsters..." He simplified.
"That's so cool!" We both screamed.
"Don't sound off unless ordered to!" Swanson yelled.
"Sorry." I said.
"My bad, I have a loud voice." Lizz said rolling her eyes.
"But why?" I asked.
"Because we have been monitoring the effect you both have on others and the all out influence you portray. And you two have been concidered wonderful canadates."
Two other armed guards were waiting at a large building stern faced and lost in thought. Once I got closer I could see a small metal sign posted next to the large bolted doors.
Res. Housing Dept. # 320
All personel are permited to use live amunition/deadly force.
All residents who are truent and or out past curfew may be
federally arrested or shot on premises depending on
character analisis.
"Character analisis?" I asked.
"It means depending on how deadly you are, determines on whether you are shot or not." One guard said grogily. "Now fallow us to your three hour evalution. A fair warning, you will be put up against the most physically and mentally draining subjects. Otherwords the most iconic of monsters."
"Crap, I can't believe this." Lizz said.
"Shhh!" I did this louder than I thought.
"But what if?"
"I said shut up." I hit her on the back of her head.
We entered the building, fallowing the well armored guards. We entered a hallway with several office doors. Each had a mounted name onto them.
Freddy Krueger, Hannable Lector, Jason Vorhees, Jed Sawyer, Charles Lee Ray, Creeper.
"Who's Jed Sawyer?" Lizz asked.
"You probably know him as Leatherface." A guard explained.
"Oh for gods sake! And we get the worst possable choices!" I almost yelled.
"I told you no sound offs unless permitted!" Swanson yelled.
"What about you?" Lizz asked. "You're sounding off."
"Why you magot!"
"You need a breath mint." I said loudly.
"Alright if that's how you want to play this. Lizz how about you go to the far right room and Sally can go to the far left room."
"Oh jessus! Why his room." I asked him.
"Because I'm in charge here."
"Fine..." I hesitated at the door.
Astonished, I walked through the door and entered a vast corn field. The air was warm and the dirt lightly sunk beneath my feet. The sun beated down on my face as I walked through the tall plants crudely.
"Hey! Creeper! What's the deal with this evaluation crud?!"
I heard a harsh breeze behind me accompanied by a soft thump.
"You don't know, Leech? You must have gotten on bad terms with the guards. Well, I guess I should explain. However I don't think I will, having you put it together seems funner." I heard Creeper explain in excitment.
I turned around to see him as he slowly approached me. Instincts told me to back off, but that would have given the wrong impression and a sign of mistrust. Creeper came right up next to me and inhailed deeply.
"You're smelling me? So this means that this is a survival evaluation." I said as quiet and calm as possable.
"Observant aren't you? You can't be resiliant forever you know? You have to panic at some point. Deep inside your subcontiousness is a fight or flight system. Your psyche picks what is best for your own physical survival. So no matter what you will give off the perfect remidal sweat." Creeper tuanted. "Like just then when you realized what you're here for, your heart skipped a beat. Almost triggering the flight system."
"How do you know English?" I asked trying to retain from an increase in heartrate.
"Why do you ask? We aren't friends, let alone aquantances."
"Curiousity killed the cat. Perhaps I'm the cat."
"Indeed you are. I guess I'll tell you for the sake of last requests. See, when I need a brain portion to keep healthy and well cordinated, I have to eat other's brain particles or the entire brain as you know. However it's not always English that I am fluent in. Sometimes it's Spanish, French, Or even Japanese. Once I even spoke Tongan. Because you eat a separate part of the brain that is called the brocas area. Which controls speech."
"How do you remember this?"
"The only part of my brain uneffected by decay is the hippocampus, it is the central control for memory. The reason it's untoutched is because of a natural mutation that keeps a healthy and sustained amount of gray matter covering my corpus callosum, so while i'm sucluded in the earth, asleep, I do not forget how to forge tools and recognise simple patterns. Such as population density,appearal discuises, and even some mimicry."
I uncontiously breathed out a sigh.
"Wait? Are you really useing boredom as a tactic?"
"Well you obviously know a lot about human anatomy since you need to know what the body part looks like and the purpose it serves to consume it. So if I can see you as a creepy science teacher I won't really be that scared of you."