• Seven…

    Blinding lights surrounded him. He couldn’t see anything, feel anything, or sense anything other than the light. His body felt heavy, so much he couldn’t move from his place. In a glass barrier a few feet away from him was a doctor. A scientist who studied genetics, DNA, and the manipulation of it all. They needed a subject, so there he was. A little too young for her tastes, but he was still a prime test subject. She spoke through the microscope slowly, yet gruffly, showing that she was not just a weak child like many of her colleagues had previously thought. In fact, if they saw her now they might not have recognized her. Her blood thirsty eyes. Her eagerness and devotion to go through with her studies. No matter how ‘unethical’ they were. Not that she was an old lady. She was a much older than the boy, who was a teenager, probably in her mid ages, but due to some experiments she looked much younger. Perhaps eight or nine.

    “Tracy Evens. Seventeen Years Old. Eleventh Grader of Oklahoma High School.” She stated as she scribbled on her notebook. “Five feet eight inches. Approximately one hundred fifty pounds. One younger sibling. Two parents. Still married.”

    Slowly, the boy managed to move his hand to his eyes, shielding them from the light. He sat up slowly, unsure of what the heck was going on. “W-what’s going on out there?” He called out. His voice shook nervously.

    Inside her little booth, the scientist grinned childishly. Like a cat would to a rat. “You’re in your new home. Welcome to Avalon. Allow me to introduce myself.” The door hissed open and the scientist stepped into the room. “I’m Aeron and that’s all you need to know.”

    He struggled and somehow managed to make himself sit up. It wasn’t until a uncharacteristic smirk that he figured that the scientist, “Aeron” as she was called, let the weights feel a bit lighter than usual. He frowned at her, she was letting her guard down and he tried to attack her. But, he stopped right before strangling her. The girl smirked up at him, taunting. “Like you’ll be able to touch me. Now, sit down and relax don’t you want to know why you’re here in the first place?” She asked him.

    Six…

    He woke up again, rubbing his back where he was tasered. “That runt didn’t even give me a warning!” Tracy said annoyed.

    Yesterday wasn’t a very successful day. The ‘runt’ was really as she appeared, a child through and through. Everything to her was just a game, even if it dealt with his life. It didn’t help that he became just as childish as she was. He even stooped down to her level and made a bet with her. He was going to break free in less than a week if he couldn’t… Well, she would have his life. “What was left of it anyways,” he remembered her said with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

    He got off the bed and looked around his room. The door was left open and he wondered if he should leave or not. It could be a trap… He thought. Screw it. He thought before heading out the door.

    Five…

    He finally found his way around the building when he heard some noise. A sort of snorting noise. Tracy looked up and his jaw dropped. He had just seen a flying pig. “Aeron is one psychotic person.” He muttered aloud as he looked away from the pig and on to his surroundings. It looked the same as it did in the last hallway. Completely white and empty, with a fork at the end of the road, leading somewhere.

    “Hey!” Tracy heard a voice say. “Up here!”

    “You must be kidding me.” Tracy said with a sigh, looking up again. Please tell me this is a hallucination or something. He thought, seeing the flying pig from before talking. “Uh… Hi, up there?” He said awkwardly.

    “Wanna get out of here?” The pig asked. “I can help!”

    “Uh… What can you do for me?” He asked curiously, wondering why and how he got out of his cage or even if Aeron ever fully caged her animals within the laboratory.

    “I found the way out.” The pig said smugly.

    Tracy growled, “fine lead the way.” Amazingly enough, the pig knew where he was going. They even made it to the front door. Now if it wasn’t for that strange tickling in his back…

    Four…

    He woke up back in the room again. Tracy sat up and looked around. There was a plate by the door and a rather large piece of meat on top and a note beside it. His stomach growled. “That’s right. I haven’t eaten anything since I got here.” He thought aloud as he picked up the tray. Aeron had left a message out of some bacon, saying “enjoy.”

    Tracy couldn’t help but smile a bit at her concern. At least until he read the letter. He went over to the corner of the room and began to puke. It was made out of the flying pig he talked to just before he fell unconscious. What she wrote in the note, along with the feather inside, made him thoroughly sick.

    “I thought we agreed: no help from the other experiments.”

    Three…

    He followed the pathway that the pig showed him the day before. Even if he was gone, he believed he should at least live to show his gratitude for the odd creature. Than and the fact that the bet over his life... Anyways, he did make it to the entrance he had seen but it was all locked up the door was covered with some sort of an electric fence. He took a few steps back, to the wall and fell backwards. The was was just a hologram!

    “What the heck?” He muttered as he got a good look of what was behind him. It was other humans, actually, semi-humans, trapped within large test tubes. Each of them were sleeping, looking his direction as their bodies, he could tell, were slightly changing, becoming more animalistic. He walked up to one and examined it closely, it looked like a former classmate of his who had gone missing a few years ago. His hand was raised, about to touch the glass, when he heard someone coming. He took off as quietly as he could away from it, into the next room.

    Aeron hadn't considered him ever finding the control room. The map of the building was right there on the table. He took it and headed off on his way. It wasn't until he made it near the exit, he was caught.

    Aeron sent out some mutants, clearly faster than he was, to go after him. And, Tracy never knew how fast he could run, or how well he could use his head before this. It might have been luck, but he had survived them. The scariest thing, more scary that the dog mutants that chased him was the expression on Aeron's face before Tracy had left.

    Two…

    Tracy finally made it out of the jungle to the beach. Just like he saw back at the laboratory, he had seen the port and another ferry was there. He sighed with relief as he headed for the boat. But, it looked like it was getting ready to take off.

    “Hey! Wait up!” He called, now running towards the dock. “I need your help!”

    A stout, mid-aged man ordered several men to stop the ship. He brought down a bridge to allow Tracy on the ship. “You made it, Evens.” He said, putting out one of his sea-roughened hands. “Call me Captain Faust.”

    “Tracy.” He replied, shaking his hand.

    “So you needed a ride off the island?” He asked the boy.

    “Yeah.” Faust roughly gave Tracy a pat on the back . “Go downstairs and choose any room you’d like down cabin you want as long as they’re unlocked.”

    One…

    “Hey, Captain Faust.” Tracy said as he got up on the deck. “Thanks for saving me and all, but I have to ask you, how’d you know my name? I haven’t even told you it.” He wondered aloud. It didn’t even occur to him that his chest was bleeding until after he tapped it lightly, “wha…?” he spoke again as he began to loose consciousness.

    “… Sorry, kid. I said I was giving you a ride, never said I was saving you.”

    Game Over…

    It never occurred to Tracy that the ferry was the boat that brought him to the island in the first place. If he had gone to the rooms that were locked, he would have seen his little brother knocked out and bound.

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