Norman's teeth gritted together. blood dripped from his mouth and tears slid down his cheeks. The questions in front of him getting more and more blurry. Norman's mind reached for a million conclusions, rusing through every possibility. Until he came to it. It was impossible. With a shaky hand he pressed his pen against the screen and wrote down a N/A. He waited.
"Wrong!" a voice shouted over a speaker.
"NO, NO!" tears dripped from Norman's eyes and splashed on the floor. "AHHHH!" he slammed his head against the table and gripped with his hands as an electrical current flowed up his body. Dark red blood splattered againt the floor, driping from his mouth
"The answer is (88374930183).63826x293904 (axb -6782x0)
Norman ripped at the chair he sat on and screamed. He screamed about how stupid he was, because of pain and he screamed because of Emma. He heard a small click and another question appeared on his computer. He wiped the tears out of his eyes and looked.
Norman was smarter than most humans. He was special.
The question appeared in front of him. If xyz=k then what does x,y and z represent. Norman focused. It seemed easy but it couldn't be. k=8, no 42 no…
Something in Norman's mind clicked and the answer came to him. He smiled and then he laughed! It was so simple how could he not have relised earlier. His laughs were strained from his sore throat, almost psychotic. His head hurt but he didnt care. He wasn't going to hurt for now, he got a minute of peace. He calmed down to a smile and answered his answers into the computer. x=-80538738812075974 y= 80435758145817515 and x= 12602123297335631.
"Correct. "
A bliss flew over Norman as he closed his eyes. For a moment he could see the orphanage, he could see Ray. He could see Emma.
"Break time" said the voice of the speaker.
Norman knew break time wasn't much. Of course he wouldn't be able to leave his white room. But they would bring him food and a rubix cube.
Norman's legs ached to stand but he could not, his legs were strapped to his chair. He knew how to get out. But it was not the right time.
A man in a black suit walked in.
"Are we going to speak this time?" asked norman. The man was taller than norman. He was bold and had sunglasses on. "You realise this is wrong, you're a HUMAN TOO! HELP ME."Norman knew the man would not help him although he could sense sorrow for him. The man placed the plate down on his table. He was at an awkward angle. He chose this to stay away from Norman, as if he was almost scared of him. "Ok" said Norman and the man walked away out of the room.
Nroman picked up the serviet that the guards had given him and ripped a small piece off. He used the pen on the side of his table to write on it. You see, the rubix cube was not important for solving, as Norman had found a way to communicate with it.
Making sure to not let the cameras see he took off a piece of the rubix cube. There was note inside,
"The plan is ready" is all it said. Norman wrote back
"Good 5 hours until the start. William Minerva." Norman smiled. He had found that using the name william minerva was much more effective.
The chains around his arms seemed to tighten as he coughed up more blood .
"Ahh" he whispered in a quiet voice "I guess I am up to stage 4." He smiled and closed his eyes waiting for his next question.
Bing!
Norman opened his eyes and blinked out some blur. He was in the same old room. A question appeared in front of him. But he would not be solving it now. It was 4 hours until the plan started. Norman had planned an escape that had no flaws. It was truly perfect. He looked at the time on the computer, waiting for exactly 3: 36 when the guards patrol changed. He put up both his thumbs and pressed them hard against the table. Breaking them. He bit his lips and tears flowed from his eyes.
He held back a scream.
He could handle it for now. He slipped out of the chains around his arms and with some handiwork he had made from picking at the table he sat at, got out of his seat.
Norman ran to the security cameras and placed a makeshift fake picture on it. He had spent several days making it as convincing as possible. Although it wouldn't be long before the guards realised. The door that was on the prison cell opened inward from the outside meaning it should kick open if he tried hard enough even though he wasn't very strong. He ran towards the door and smashed it open.
Even though Norman wanted to celebrate, he couldn't, there was no time to waste. He ran left from his cell past the experimentation room. He tried not to look but he could not help but glimpse.
He stopped.
Norman's eyes shone with tears and his heart sank. He felt a spew rush up his chest. Norman's brain fought against his body. He had to go. He had to go. It was wrong! His eyes panned across the hellscape. COVERED WITH HUMAN CHILDREN BLOOD. A tear dropped from his face. NO. Norman ran to the side trying to ignore what he just saw. He was too late, He was an IDIOT. Why did he stop?
A guard stepped out in front of him. A gun in his hands.
But Norman had no choice.
He ran at him ducking down to avoid a swing of the guard's gun colliding with his head. He pushed up as hard as he could, feel the body of the guard break against him. The guard smashed onto the ground, blood flowed from his mangeld body. Norman picked up the gaurds gun, his thumb burning in pain.
"No, please." The guard lay there on the floor bleeding from his nose.
"Don't you realise I am being nice?" Norman smiled although tears dripped from his eyes. "YOU HAVE DONE SOMeTHING TO ME WORSE THAN DEATH!" Norman cried out, his breath heavy. the guard screamed and Norman walked out of the room. A gun on his side, with full ammo and bloody hands. There was no waste of ammo, but Norman had killed the man.
He kept running and another child joined his side. They did not acknowledge the others' presence. Norman had never seen his face before but he knew who he was. The other child threw c.4 that he was able to gather from the guards room seemeing he was in a less secure part of the farm on the walls as they ran. You see, Norman had never planned to escape; he planned to destroy this place from the inside.
Throughout the next 10 minutes more children ran beside Norman littering the walls with explosives. As they reached a metal cube they stopped, Norman nodded and a grenade was thrown at the wall. 3,2,1. The wall blew open and Norman walked through straightening his tie. He put out his hand.
"I am Willliam Minerva. I am here to help you. If you want to be helped."
Norman sat on a hard wooden bench and breathed heavily. The wind blew his white hair back and he could hear the birds in the trees above him. The sun felt warm and welcoming on his skin. In Front of him lay the burning farm that had trapped him just hours ago. He thought about the grace field house.
Norman smiled.
