A Savage Life

I burst through the double doors just to find two familiar faces waiting for me. Darrel and Anastasia stood at the door that could lead me to the outside world. Their faces grimaced at my presence. Their smiles were small, their eyes barely reached mine.

“Were we not appropriate escorts?” Darrel asked nervously. Anastasia watched the walls as if she was expecting Jason Voorhees from Friday the 13th descend out of the metal. Darrel looked cross between regretful that I was leaving and ready to pee himself.

“No.” I answered back. Darrel and Anastasia flinched simultaneously. Their smiles melted off their faces. Good, maybe they’ll step aside and let me through.

Suddenly, this laser came out of a latch in the ceiling and an orange beam of light grappled Darrel and Anastasia, holding them deathly-still like an invisible hand. Darrel grunted and Anastasia tried to scream as his and Anastasia’s heads were paralyzed; their mouths clasped closed in horror, their eyes begging for their life. Anastasia had even been crying as a few tears were frozen to her face. Their arms were stuck into place and then they were sucked into the laser beam as black ash. Their bodies disintegrating like tiny little pixels.

I knew that I had killed them for doing their jobs, which isn’t a nice feeling, but I had too. They would have never let me leave.

A few seconds later, the floor opened up and an Asian woman with blue eyes and what looked to be a Frenchman stood in Darrel and Anastasia’s place. “I am Cindy,” said the Asian woman with the same grin as Darrel. “And you are not allowed to leave.”