Chapter 7: Test 001
After dinner I was taken to Dr. Carroll again, but in a different room this time. There's a bunch of maniquins standing about in this widespaced room. Each and every one of them creep me out. I have this fear of mannequins, I always keep on imagining that one day they will come to life and kill me for no reason. "Uhh, Dr. Carroll?" I said while trying to keep my cool, "Why are these things here?"
"They're you're first test for today." said Dr. Carroll while waving what looks like a game controller.
"And this test is what exactly?"
"Remember the surgery I've performed on you last night?"
"...Yeeaah."
"This is why,"
He turned on the controller and all of a sudden my limbs moved on their own. The mannequins came to life and started attacking me! As I freaked out my limbs were performing all kinds of strange moves I've never thought I can do. It's martial arts I'm performing, and Dr. Carroll is controlling me to beat down the mannequins. But for each hit I'm only hurting myself.
These mannequins are hard plastic but they're making my knuckles bleed. My muscles are beginning to become sore, and every time I didn't dodge I get hit or cut by a mannequin. "STOP IT! THIS HURTS DAMMIT!" I shouted.
"Now that's something to take note on." he said as he just laugh at my pain.
That rotten bastard! He's not going to get away with this!
His control didn't stop until all the mannequins were taken out. It hurt so much I try to repress tears. I can't cry in front of that man. Not here, not now, not ever. I'm beaten and cut all over so much I'm losing blood but slowly.
"I think this test went pretty well." said Dr. Carroll.
"Go to hell." I said as I pant for breath.
"Now Mark, the microchips I've implanted into your body is a great success. They're functioning the way I want them to be. Sadly though your pain tolerance is low, I'm going to have to fix that. Not to mention I need to perform surgery on you again to upgrade your healing system."
"You're not touching me!" I said as I backed away from him, "I'm not going to cooperate anymore! This is wrong! You have no right to any of this to me!"
"Oh but I do Mark. You are a prisoner of Blue Rose. You have no rights within these walls. If you want to be treated right you have to cooperate. It's plain and simple. Now are you going to come with me quietly? Or do I have to use this controller to get you to obey?"
Damn you Carroll. Being controlled was the most painful and awful feeling I've ever experienced in my entire life. If I don't want him to do it again... I must obey.
I force myself to walk towards him as he said happily, "You made the right choice, Mark."
Go fuck yourself Carroll!
We walked together back to the clinic room. He told me to go wash up first so he can take a look at my wounds afterwards. After that he stitched up my cuts and bandage them professionally. During his treatment he wanted to make conversation, "So what's it like to have so many fans that love and care about you?"
"It's a nice feeling that they support me for what I do." I simply answered.
"Have you met any of them?"
"Yes."
"What we're they like in person?"
...What is this guy on about?
"Normal happy people. They were happy to see me and I was happy to see them. That's it."
"Hmmm, I don't think that's true."
"Sorry?"
"Oh I'm sure they were happy to see you. I doubt any of them were normal though."
"What do you mean?"
He simply smiled then changed the subject all of a sudden, "So what made you want to be a gamer?"
"For YouTube?"
"Sure."
"I just like playing games. When I talk to myself while playing them I react, and comment about the games. I know I few others who make a job out of it so... I just decided to give a go."
"Interesting. I know you're somewhat good them. Sadly in real life it seems you're just an ordinary man behind the camera. Although I've seen how much joy you bring to your fans. You help them find their way out of the dark. Now look at you, helping us finding a cure to the virus."
"How is controlling me help finding a cure?"
"Oh we have other uses for you my dear Mark."
"Like what?"
"Now Mark I can spoil everything. Or else what is the point of surprises?"
"... Has anyone told you you're kind of wacky for a doctor?"
"No but I have been called psycho. I am by the way which is a good thing. If I don't go crazy once in while I'll lose my mind. I don't want that. Especially while working."
"Where on Earth did Dr. Money found you?"
"Oh... Let's just say it was a special place for people like me."
When he said that with that creepy smile of his. A shiver ran down my spine. I think I've figured where Dr. Money got him from. Even though I wish I was assuming wrong, but I do think he got him from an asylum.
...
After being aided I was put back in my cell, and Dr. Carroll gave me a sleep aid along with a bottle of water. My clothing has changed, I'm wearing a red shirt, black jacket, black and red plaid pajama pants, and black socks. Before I took the sleep aid, I got a visitor and his name is Charlie.
"Mark are you okay?" he asked me.
"Not really." I said, "Dr. Carroll did put microchips into my body. He was controlling me to tear apart these mannequins that can move. Even though I defeated them all, I was the one who received the most damage."
"So I can see. Your hands are all wrapped up."
"You should see the rest of me. I could pass off as an unfinished mummy."
"Well, I came by to tell you, one of your friends you know is here in Blue Rose Prison."
"Who?"
"He's mostly known as Yamimash."
"You're kidding! Are you serious?!"
"Keep your voice down."
"Oh, sorry. But really?"
"Yes, I told him that you're here too. I'll be exchanging your letters to each other. He'll be most likely going through the same thing you're going through."
"Oh man. This is nightmare."
I ran my fingers through my hair. Not only I'm dealing with this crap, now Aaron has to go through it too. Is Dr. Carroll going to do the same surgery on him? Or will he do something different? If so is it worse?
"Please keep tabs on him for me." I said to Charlie.
"I will. I've haven't receive news from Salvadore yet, but good news will come for sure. I promise you. Just do me a favor and don't lose hope. More people have taken their lives today."
"How many?"
"Five."
"... I'm sorry. That's a lot to handle."
"... From what I know. You've dealt with this kind of situation before have you?"
I was caught off guard when he said that. "You watch my vlogs?"
"Heh, yeah Mark. I'm one of your fans. You... You can say you're the reason I'm still living."
... From my fans... some of them will tell me that the people they know who watched me... Are no longer living because some will take their own lives. At the time I though I wasn't good enough. I was losing hope that all my efforts to entertain, give hope, to make them smile... Was all but pointless. But so many of my fans give me praise, they idolize me, tell me that I brighten their days when they feel down... They given me hope.
"Well I better get going. Get some sleep okay? I'll come by tomorrow morning."
"Okay Charlie. Goodnight."
"Goodnight."
After he left I took my sleeping pill and drank it down. I was never one to drink pills dry. It's hard for me to do it for some reason. I pulled the covers over me and fallen asleep pretty easily.