Chapter Seven
Prophet.
I’m not restrained when I wake up this time. Dazed I sit up and the first thing I hear is the doctors phone saying. “Don’t say anything about the voice. The test subjects I’ve sent in hear a voice to, but it’s driving them mad. Speaking constantly to them.” It sounds like he’s talking to himself rather than to me. I try to stand up, but the rooms spins and I plop back down on the bed. “Don’t try to move. Just rest for today. I’m not here to question you. I’m only here to watch over you.” He wipes his face and sighs. “I’m worried about you son.” I glare at him. “Don’t call me that doctor.” The rest of the day consists of him occasionally asking health questions.
The next morning I’m feeling considerably better and I have no problem getting out of bed. There’s no one in my room this time. Although they did switch out my books. Having nothing else to do I pick up a book and its horror. How appropriate. I get about halfway through the book when I notice nobody not even the doctor had come by. Where is everyone? They should have at least brought lunch by now. I feel like something is wrong so I focus straining my hearing to its limits. I hear distant muffled gunshots. I wander what’s going on? There’s several shots being fired. It must be coming from inside the building or else I wouldn’t be able to hear it. What could they be shooting at? Suddenly two guards and the doctor charge in and shut the door. I don’t know how, but the guards rip the bolted table out of the floor. They then place it on it’s side taking cover behind it. The doctor calls me over and I do so scared of what’s happening. The two guards don’t acknowledge my presence. Not a second after I get there something bangs on the door and I hear frantic muttering like a crazy person in an asylum. Wait how can I hear them. I focus on what their saying. It takes a moment to translate as they mutter incoherently between actual words. Without thinking I talk out loud. “We’ve come for the prophet! Release the prophet!” The doctor looks at me and types frantically in his phone. “You can understand them?” I look at him in confusion. “What do you mean? They’re speaking English, aren’t they?” The banging on the door intensifies. More must have shown up. Before either of us can say anything else the door starts to give way. We all instinctively brace ourselves and the doctor focuses his pistol on the door after he moves between the guards. We wait in silence for what feels like hours. Expecting each strike to be the one that brakes the door down. Suddenly the banging stops and for a moment it seems like it’s over. Then we hear gunfire just outside the door. At first it seems we have reinforcements until the handle on the door falls out and a few bullets come through. They can use guns. The door swings open and ten malnourished humans run through like starving animals looking for food. The guards and doctor open fire and with incredible skill. Like zombies it’s head shots that make them go down, but a couple took a dozen in the chest before falling. They didn’t even seem to register any pain. We all move out of cover after a moment and one of them somehow alive looks at me as says only one word. “Prophet.” There’s reverence in his eyes and for a moment I can’t look away as I watch it fade.
They moved me to a new room as they clean my old one and I’m almost surprised as it’s completely identical. I take a seat at the table and the guards leave, but the doctor takes a seat across from me instead. “You must have questions William. I’m going to sit here for awhile. You can talk whenever you’re ready.” We sit there for a bit and the events of the day go through my head again and again. It’s awhile longer as I calm my self. I’m still shaking whether from adrenaline or fear I’m not sure which when I finally speak. “Those where your other test subjects weren’t they?” The doctor focuses on me and types in his phone. “You’re a patient not a subject.” I scoff at him. “Yeah that’s about as true as you calling me son.” I see his lip quaver and a tear roll down his cheek. “William please. Can you just consider it’s true for a moment?” I feel my mind start to slip away when I consider it. “No. No I can’t.” Despite these things appearance I felt the need to explain myself this time. “I’ll lose my mind I believe what you say is true.” The doctor seems to be notably more relieved when I say that. “I understand, but let me be clear. This was done to you. You are not crazy and I will fix it.” I nod and stand up heading for the bed signaling the end of the conversation. The doctor is about to leave when that voice comes back and this time with a vengeance. “You have allowed the death of your followers!” I fall to the ground spasming like I was having a seizure. I’m still fully aware despite immense amounts of pain. I think in my mind. “I don’t understand.” It seems to hear me as the pain stops. In fact, I almost immediately feel better then I’d ever felt. “Come to me my prophet and all will be explained.” The doctor is over me and seems concerned. I then see medics rush in to examine me. It’s barely more than a whisper, but I manage to get out what I need to say. “I need to go to the crypt. God has chosen me and I must answer. Maybe he can fix me.” They inject me and I manage to make it to the bed before I pass out.
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