Double Trouble

“Beep, beep, beep!” An infernal noise sounded next to him, causing him to open his eyes, with a groan. The room was cold, if the goose-bumps dotting his flesh were any indication. He ached all over, from his head, which was pounding, to his feet, which currently felt like they were recently prodded with needles.

With his head throbbing so badly, his eyes took a minute to focus. Sitting up he rubbed his temples and slowly scanned the room, noticing that he was in a sparsely decorated room, with a clear tube protruding from his arm, which currently pumped some unknown liquid into him, making him dizzy.

I’m alone?’ In his opinion that was highly unusual, normally there would be at least one assistant checking on him or the doctor, prodding him with needles and, or something. They didn’t trust that he wouldn’t escape, especially since they’d made the enhancements to his body.

Countless times when he woke up, he found them running a battery of tests on him, some for the enhancements, some to check the stability of his system. They were always poking, prodding, testing, or manipulating his system. Stupid Doctor! I’m sick of being treated like a fucking lab rat. Frustration mounted and he yanked the tube out and slowly stood up, inhaling several deep breaths until his dizziness passed.

White walls surrounded the room, making his stomach feel like it was doing somersaults and bile rose to the back of his throat. Bare, hard tile is what he stepped onto when he managed to get off the flat, hard bed and stay on his feet. Coldness from the flat surface caused a shiver to run up his spine and his jaw tightened, with his hands balling into fists.

Stagnant, chemical filled air assailed his nostrils and he dragged a hand down his face. Bleach, medicine, and… wait… is that rose? Why would they use that in here? It made absolutely no sense. None of the nurses were allowed to wear perfume and as far as he knew, they weren’t any females trapped here.

I have to get the hell out of here, before they return. After his stomach finally settled and his head quit spinning, he crashed into the wooden door, knocking it from the hinges, with his heart racing, as his eyes scanned for anyone nearby. I hope no one heard that. That certainly wouldn’t be good, because it would bring everyone running and he needed to escape, without getting caught.



"Who's there?" A voice called from the end of the long hallway, causing him to mutter a curse under his breath and take off in the other direction, darting behind a large pillar, where he held his breath as footsteps approached. He couldn’t afford to be caught. Lord knew what would happen this time. Probably restrain him to the bed. A scowl crossed his face.

Go the other way, please. His back flattened against the pillar. Don’t notice me, just keep going. His lungs felt like they lungs were nearly ready to burst by the time the men had finally passed and turned the other direction yelling at each other, their voices slowly fading. Relief flooded his system as his breath slowly released.

When the voices died out at the other end of the hall, he moved from behind the pillar and headed to where he thought the exit was. According to my source there should be three more guards, unless they tightened security. He really hoped they didn’t, it would make his escape more difficult.

As cigarette smoke drifted over to him, his nose scrunched and he followed it to find the first guard, standing in a relaxed position , with his back to him. Stealthily he made his way behind the man and sent a quick chop to the back of his neck, sending the guard forward.  

His stomach clenched and he swallowed his nervousness, before wrapping his forearm around the front of the man’s neck and snapping it with a definitive crack. Feeling the man’s body go limp, he gently laid him on the ground in the shadows, searching through his clothes and discovering a knife that was about a foot long. That works.

Silently he slipped around the corner and glanced around, spotting the other two guards standing side by side with their backs to him, over by the door, watching the front of the building intently, almost as if they expected someone to make a break for it. He would hate to disappoint them. A smirk crossed his lips as he stealthily crept up behind them and slid the knife across the first one’s throat and then tossed the guard aside. Two down, one to go.

“Trevor?” Ishmael turned around with his gun up and ready to fire, eyes wide as he noticed the man holding the blade. “How did you get out?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” He stepped towards the guard with the blade ready, but before he could make a move, a shot rang out and he felt a bullet pierce his skin, ripping through his shoulder, which burned like hell. The impact of the shot sent him falling backwards towards the cement floor.



"No!"



Sweat beaded on his forehead as the man sat up, clenching the dark covers with one hand, and panted, while his eyes scanned his current surroundings. A bright stream of light spilled through the lush curtains on the other side of the room. He tore his covers off with a huff and ran a hand through his hair.

I haven't had that dream in so long. A groan escaped and he placed his head in his still trembling hands, trying to calm down. He inhaled slow, deep breaths. Why now? Why would it come up now?  It didn’t make any sense. He’d escaped the horrible fate years ago and eventually the nightmares went away. Now all of a sudden they returned?

His racing heartbeat slowly returned to normal as he continued to take deep breaths, counting to three and then exhaling, before repeating the process for several minutes. He’d hoped to be past all that nonsense by now, but apparently life had other plans for him at the moment.

Hands shaking, he draped his legs over the edge of the soft bed, closed his eyes and conjured up a picture of a light drizzle falling down on of him, as if washing away the past, making his body feel cleaner and his nightmare fade into the darkest recesses of his mind. Eventually his heart slowed to a normal pace and a strange sense of calm trickled in to fill his soul.

A noise blared, causing his eyes to fly open and stare at the alarm clock on the bedside stand next to him. Shit! I'm going to be late! Unable to believe he was running behind, he bolted out of bed, trying not to trip on the lush carpet beneath his feet as he pulled his jeans on and zipped them up, buttoning the top, yanked his shirt on and buttoned it closed, snatched up his briefcase and ran out the door. Damnit, damnit, damnit!