Nightmare

November 2010

-Me Against the World-

By: Simple Plan

I'm a nightmare,

A disaster,

That's what they always said,

I'm a lost cause,

Not a hero,

But I'll make it on my own,

I've gotta prove them wrong,

Me against the world,

It's me against the world.

The boy kneeled on the ground in front of the wall, his hands held above his head by two chains. He panted, head hung low and chest heaving. His messy dark hair hung in front of his face and his eyes were downcast, he appeared to be the image of defeat and submission. He didn't know where he was, he didn't even know his name; but he knew why he was here, and what he planned to do about it.

"Subject SKX-83 seems to have developed some sort of resistance. Up the voltage, I want to see how far we can go."Spoke a man, his coat was crisp and white, his eyes were covered by dark sunglasses, and his hands were clasped behind his back. He watched the boy through a clear Plexiglass window with a cool, detached look on his pale face.

"Yes Sir." The assistant scurried over to the control panel and slowly turned the dial up, raising his eyes to the boy in the cell to gauge the reaction. The boy's body stiffened and his hands formed fists, his gritted teeth remaining unseen before the two observers.

"Again." And again the assistant turned the dial, always looking to the boy to see any reactions that occurred. The boy's body arched and his head flew up, his bared teeth clearly visible as he leaned it against the wall behind him.

"Again." The pattern repeated until almost visible sparks seemed to jump from the boy's body as he stood on his feet, his back arched painfully, his teeth bared, and his eyes screwed shut. Blood trickled down from the shackles around his wrists and dripped on the floor, a muddy, green and red mixture that separated almost as soon as leaving his body. It looked like oil and water. It fascinated the scientists. It cursed him to life in this hell.

"Again." Came the command once more, but this time, something changed.

"I can't sir." The man finally turned from the pain-ridden boy and looked at his assistant,

"What?" The voice was sharp and cutting,

"I-I can't sir. It won't go up any farther." Stuttered the frightened assistant. The man glanced at the boy again,

"Well fix it. Talk to the technicians. Do something. I want to see him break." And with that the man turned on his heel and strode confidently out of the room. The assistant quickly shut off the heated machine, it would burn out if kept that high for that long. With one more fleeting look at the slumped form of the boy, he fled the room as well, turning off the lights as he went. In the dark, the boy's arms and legs twitched spasmodically, the lingering effects of the electricity making its presence known. A hint of a smile, so faint it almost wasn't there, flitted across the boys face as he finally opened his eyes. The room was lit with a strange glow as the two red orbs looked towards the window, their reflection staring back eerily. Then they closed, and the room returned to darkness. He would escape. And he would tear down anyone who stood in his way. That was a promise.

Hmmm… I know I shouldn't have done it, but I have so many ideas running around in my head that I just have to write them down! Pleasepleaseplease review! Flames or not, I'll accept them! If you don't I promise I won't continue! Oh, and sorry for the short-ness! :P