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  •    I was lying on the ground, listening to the explosions all around me. The
    sky was lit up like a firework display. I could hear the screams of people
    running all around and the anguished calls for the medic
    to help them.

  1.    A Master Sergeant ran by. He stopped to yell because he noticed
    my hands were tucked underneath my head.
    “Soldier, get up on your feet and help us! We’re being overrun by
    Charlies.” It was then that he realized I was
    wounded.
      I tilted my head up so that I see the person to whom I would be
    speaking. “I can’t feel my legs, sergeant. Am I going to be alright?”
    A flare lit up the night sky, enabling the sergeant to see that my legs were
    missing halfway up.
      “Yeah son,” he said, “you’re ok. I think you must have pinched your
    spinal cord, which is why you can’t feel your legs. When you get out of the
    hospital, you will be going home.” Then he began screaming for a medic to
    hurry his ass up to get over here to help him.
     Then, at that very moment, blood began running down his neck and
    on to my forehead. He reached up to stop the flow of blood, which was now
    gushing out of the main artery. I saw the enemy looking over the Master
    Sergeant’s back. He was staring down at me with an evil smile on his face. I
    tried to get a better focus on him, but in a flash his face was gone. Did he turn
    his head when somebody called out his name? No, he did not turn away; his
    head had been severed off the shoulders.
      That was six months ago. When I awoke from what I thought was a
    nightmare, I found myself in a hospital bed. It was at this time that I met up
    with four other guys. 


      Tom was sleeping peacefully in his bed, when he was awakened ba low buzzing sound from 

somewhere across the room. He gazed around and noticed that the room was different. He rubbed his eyes harder to get a
better focus of the room. The room was completely white and there were no
windows; neither, did it appear, to have a door.
  Tom felt a tingling sensation in his arm. he looked down, he saw an
IV needle taped to his skin. He followed the tubing up to a bag, which was
hanging from a pole beside there was some writing on the bag, but he could not make out what it said.
  He turned to move towards the edge of the bed. As his bare feet touched the cold, white floor, a shiver ran down his back. Tom felt somewhat disoriented as he walked towards the wall on the south side of the room.                     His vision began to swim in and out of focus; he needed a chair to sit down
on, but there was not one in the room. He leaned against the wall, his heart
beginning to race as he searched for a way out. However, Tom could not see an exit. Scared and angry, he punched the wall in frustration. At that very moment, an exit appeared.

  He poked his head out of the exit and looked down the hallway. He
saw it was empty and stepped out from the room. The hallway was long and
narrow. It was silent apart from a faint buzzing sound.
 Tom came to a large corridor area where a number of hallways converged,
There were no signs indicating what was down each hallway, or telling where
the hallways led to.
 Tom was frightened, but he made a decision to follow the buzzing sound.
He chose one of the hallways closest to him and turned left down the hall, in the hope of finding a door to open.

   However, following the hallway down, he couldn’t see a single door.  Then he realized that the doors must be hidden
in the walls somewhere. He searched the walls with his hands, trying to find
a hidden butt on or something to trigger the walls to open up.

   Running his fingers along the wall, they must have touched upon a trigger, because a door
suddenly opened in front of him.
  Once inside the room, he could hear the same buzzing sound, but now it
was much louder. He knew he must be close to finding its source. The room
looked like a laboratory of some kind.
 There were six long rows of glass tanks containing what appeared to be
body parts. Tom wasn’t sure whether he should venture the rest of the way
in. He could not see what was in all of the tanks, which ran the full length of
the room, but he was curious to see.
 He moved slowly further into the room, looking all around to make

sure he was alone. Staring into the tanks far off back of the room, he
couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

 “This is stuff is the stuff of science fiction movies,” he whispered.
 Inside one of the tanks was something that resembled a bat’s head; it
was ugly. It had bubbles coming mouth, as if it was trying to talk to him. The bubbles were rising rapidly the top of the tank.
Tom turned to leave, but he decided to walk further into the room to get
one more look at a different tank. He ambled by with caution, trying not to
disturb the creatures held within.
 The rows of tanks seemed to be endless. Some of them contained
dismembered legs or arms, while others held limbs in various states of
deformity, such as one arm with three hands branching off . One tank held
a torso without arms or legs; instead, a head protruded from the middle of
the breastbone. In another tank, a pair of eyes floated; they seemed to be
watching Tom as he wandered up and down the rows.
Stepping out from the long rows of tanks, he entered a larger area of the
room, where he spotted a door. Darting towards it, he reached for the handle.
 He looked back at the tanks; he had a sense that he was being watched from
behind. He had a feeling of uneasiness, as if at any given moment something
or someone was going to jump out of their tank and drag him back for a nice midnight snack.
All of sudden, the hairs on the back of his neck began to stand on end. He
was ready to get the hell out of that place. With his back turned and with his
attention on the tanks, Tom didn’t notice the table with white sheets beside him.

He was concentrating too much on the fear that the tanks held for him.
 As he turned to leave the room, his IV tubing was snagged by a finger
poking out from under the sheet. Tom didn’t want to turn around to see what
had gotten hold of his tubing. However, with a feeling of dread, he twisted his
head around; he could see the outline of a body lying under the sheet. 

  It was like something you would see in a morgue; a corpse waiting to be claimed
by a relative or a friend, to be given a name. With morbid curiosity, he wondered if he would recognize this person.
 Slowly pulling back the sheet, he gazed down at the person’s face. Startled, he
drew back suddenly when he saw the face. It was one of the bat-like creatures
from the tanks. Gradually pulling the sheet down to reveal the rest of the
body, Tom noticed it was human. It had very long human fingers.
What kind of place is this? He wondered. this some kind of hell, or what?
Creatures that are part human and part bat?
 As he stared at the fingers, he noticed that the wrists of this thing were
bound to the table with thick leather straps. The body of the creature was
thick-set, its arms and legs having well-defined muscles.
 I surely would not want a fight with this thing, he thought. It looks awful strong.
Tom stood in amazement, staring at the creature.
‘Where did you come from?’ he said out loud.
At the sound of Tom’s voice, the creature suddenly moved its head. It
turned towards him, staring straight at him.
The monster’s eyes seemed to be sad. It was if they were pleading for him
to help it. Then he heard it speak.
 ‘Please help me, my brother.’
 Tom jumped back from the table and stared at the bat-like creature in horror.
  ‘Don’t you call me your brother!’ he yelled.
  ‘Ah, but you are my brother,’ the creature replied. ‘You just don’t know
it. But I can tell that you are.’ Th e monster jerked its head towards the closed
door. ‘Listen, there are two guys making their way down the corridor towards
this room. Can you hear them?’‘

  No,’ whispered Tom.
 ‘Listen to them, my brother, and you will be able to hear them.’
Doing as he was told, Tom tilted his head. He had to strain to hear them,
but he found he could hear every word. They were talking about the creature
strapped on the table; apparently, it was being prepared for an operation that
would be taking place in that room.
 The monster looked back at Tom. ‘Will you help me escape from this place?’
" How can I trust you?’ replied Tom. ‘I mean, look at you. You’re strapped
to the table.’
  The creature jerked at its straps to break free. ‘You just have to,’ it screamed at Tom.
 Tom was too scared to let the monster go free. He thought it might attack
him instead, but he thought it better to humor it instead for a while.
 ‘Yes, I will set you free,’ Tom said. ‘How do I get you out of those straps?’
He acted as if he was going to help the creature to escape. All the while, he
was listening for the voices of the two guys. He was hoping they would come
in and catch him in the act.
 ‘Hurry up before you get caught!’ the creature shouted. ‘They are coming
back to work on me.’
"What do you mean, work on you?’ asked Tom.
"You don’t understand, you? They want to know why I am like this,
turning in a bat. that cannot walk amongst you humans."
 ‘I still have no what you are getting at,’ replied Tom. ‘There is no

resemblance between you and me.’
 ‘Hurry up, those guys are closer now.’ The creature knew his time was
running out. ‘They gave us a shot of some kind of drug that changes our DNA
structure. It was supposed to turn us into an ultimate fighting machine. So
we could have the advantage to win this shitty war.’
 ‘What have I become?’ asked Tom horrified.
 Then the door opened and in came two men wearing white lab coats
with masks.
 ‘Sorry… my friend,’ said Tom, as he hurried to cover up the monster.
"Go and hide yourself, my brother. Don’t get caught going back to your room," the monster replied. 
 Tom hid behind one of the tanks to watch the events unfold. The two
doctors were standing on opposite sides of the table discussing the bat-like
creature. Identical surgical trays were placed beside them. They seemed to
be questioning why this specimen was different from the four others they
had in their charge.Then, one doctor drew a line on the clean-shaven chest of the creature
in readiness for the first cut to be made; the other doctor picked up a scalpel from the tray and was preparing to make the incision.
  Tom heard the buzzing sound again. It was not the sound of a bone saw;
it was the scream from the creature being cut open. Tom felt faint from the
sound of the screaming. It was so high the two doctors couldn’t hear it. One
of the doctors even asked for the radio to be turned on to break the silence.
 ‘It’s too quiet in here,’ he said. ‘Let’s have something to listen to.’
  I sure would like to give them something to listen Tom thought, as he headed back to his room.
 Tom suddenly felt weak again and almost fell the floor as he tried to
get into his bed. He mumbled something himself.
 ‘I can’t walk. I lost my legs in the As his head reached the pillow, he fell asleep in an instant.
  A few minutes’ later, two people came into the room and they stood over

Tom DeCastone’s bed. They were watching him like a newborn baby. One
of them, a nurse, taking his vital signs and monitoring his heart rate.
  Tom began to wake tried to open his eyes, but could not get them to

stay open. They were heavy.
 He heard one person speaking in a soft , sensuous voice to the other,

before falling into a deep sleep.
  ‘He has changed very well, Dr Blacktea. He is a fine specimen,’ Nurse Potter said.
Throughout the night, Tom had nightmares involving the bat-like
creatures; they were chasing him through the hallways, asking him to free
them from the hell on the theater tables. He felt them  flying all around him
and heard their high-pitched screams that no one else could hear.
sitting  bolt upright in his bed, 

  Tom thought he was the one screaming.
However, nothing came out. His body was covered with sweat. As he gazed
around him, he noticed the room was different. This room had a window and
a door with a viewing glass in the center.  

                   

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