Humming...that's the last thing I remember doing before the crash. I was humming to myself.
And then a horn sounded...and lights and the deathly screech of metal tearing itself apart...
And suddenly nothing...
Beep Beep Beep BeepBeepBeepBeep...
"He's awake, go alert the doctor. he'll want to say hello...."
White light, brighter than anything I can recall, filters through my eyelid. Prompting it to flutter open. A myriad of beeps, hums and soft whistles accompanies my return to the world of the conscious.
And I am afraid.
This looks an awful lot like a hospital emergency room, scents of disinfectants and anesthetic. But the distinct feeling of metal encircling my wrists alludes to the idea that this is not a hospital. The harsh light I had noticed before is dimming as my eye adjusts. This room is smaller than I had imagined, and even though it at first appeared bright and luminescent it is grows dingy and unkempt upon further inspection. I take a deep, shallow breath of air. Then I turn my head.
A gangly kid no more than seventeen dressed in scrubs is scribbling on a medical chart. His furrowed brow and subtle muttering tell me that he isn't entirely focused on me. I take this opportunity to test my restraints. They are well done, no chances taken with these fellows. Even have a belt around my waist. I slowly turn to look around to my other side. A curtain is all I perceive, but a silhouette is barely visible through the partition. I can hear a voice, muffled and hardly audible.
Sharp click in the peripheral. A door is opening behind me. Can't stretch my head to see...
Footsteps circle around me behind the curtain. The muffled voice gets louder, more violent. Somebody tears duct tape from skin.
"You son of a bitch! I will tear out your spine and beat you to death witmmmfmmmfffhmmmmfff!!!!" Sadly, i recognize the voice before it is restrained.
"Bella, is that you?" I yell out, just to get some damn attention. I'm getting a little sick of being ignored. I don't understand what she says in reply, but it was loud, and afraid. The footsteps come closer and I can make out another person silhouetted by the harsh lighting.
"Ah, it appears our last patient has awakened at last," A slender, sickly hand slithers through a gap in the curtain and pulls back the shroud only enough for an incredibly thin man to slide through the opening. His fluid motions and genuine enthusiasm give me the creeps. His aging face is adorned with a wide smile. He opens his arms wide, his white lab coat giving him an angelic appearance, "Mister Lombardo, what a curious subject you have become!", he shifts to the end of my bed, "I so look forward to the time we will be sharing together! There is so much to be done, so much to learn from that interesting little head of yours, heehee," he leans closer, uncomfortably so. His eyes betray a child's giddiness. I feel my spine tingle. This is one cracked s.o.b.
"Wh-who are you?" my larynx is suddenly dry. I realize I probably haven't had much in the way of sustenance lately.
His smile creeps around his thin lips," My name is Josef. But if you wish to keep this professional, Mister Lombardo, then you may address me as Doctor Mengele," he raises his arms again as if invoking some ancient spirit.
My voice is weak and dry, "Let her go...and tell me where Billy is," That's all I can manage before I go into a fit of coughing. I could really use a drink.
Dr. Lab Coat looks down at me as if I were a puppy that had just yelped at its master," I see you still have some fight in you! That is most intriguing considering the amount of medication you've received. Yes, most intriguing," He turns his back to me and clasps his hands together, "It reminds me of an old friend of mine...There is something to be said about mind over matter I believe, Mr. Lombardo. The man who once owned this facility used to believe strongly in that ideal. It aided him in the creation of so many wonderful inventions," He begins pacing, "It drove his research to extremes that no common man could hope to comprehend...And one day he contacted me. Ohoho, he had no idea who I truly was, but he was aware of some of my more recent research, and was committed to helping me complete it," He turns back to face me, "You see, I want to know, more than anything, what makes men tick. What drives them. It is something like the soul, if you will. But much more tangible than that abstract idea. My research led me to believe that the "soul", the human spirit, lies within the electrical system of the human brain. Within the current, mind you. An idea that most would consider madness! But my compatriot did not think so. You see the professor believed me. Nikoli knew I was onto something, and he provided the means to pursue my 'madness'," he stops and gestures to the wall, adorned with a large motif of a lightning bolt," But what he did not know was that I was willing to do what was necessary, what had to be done. Otherwise what was the point of it all? What was the point Nikoli?!," He shakes a fist at the motif,"So I ended some lives, lives that were spent, not wasted in pursuit of goals greater than themselves!...And I was discovered. My comrade, my friend. He defied me, told me that I had gone insane!...his was a voice that I found it necessary to silence..." his head droops and he shuffles back behind the curtain. The muffled screams rise again as he moves toward the bed frame.
Even if i could understand what this raving lunatic was going on about, I really don't care. I just want out of here, my head hurts, I can feel my mind loosing it's grip. And Bella, I don't know how we happened to be here. Really I don't know how I happened to be here. But I have to get us out, wherever we are. find Billy, have him answer for this...Something very bad is going on here.
And if nothing before had clued me into this, there is something new in the darkness of my eye.
A bright white light is emanating from the other room, right where the doctor would be standing. But at the center of this seemingly benevolent spectre is a black hole so deep and foreboding that I have to keep my other eye open just to keep from staring too long at it.
I am afraid for us both.