And like that, I was staring up the stairwell to my liberation.  I would slip away this hell and these crazy people and get out of this ghastly hospital. Starting up the steps, I made my approach up to the large black door. Once at the top, I peered into my reflection. Nothing was right about what I stared at. I was bloody, and I tore my attire. The entire thing looked terrible. It was bizarre.  As if not me, but someone else looked back.  I raise the left hand and placed it onto the crisp slate.  Twin slabs separated, allowing me into it, and my blood ceased.

“Why?” was all I could sob.  I wander into the shadowy room to look at a wall of enormous vats with people floating in them.  Each one at a distinctive stage of developments.  Some young, some older.  All of them with black hair and all female.  Worse was the rear of the room.  It was, it was awfully extreme to witness.  Body part swung from the meat hooks as lasers zapped them.  They regrew themselves upon the hooks as if they were vegetation in high speed.  I went further into this room of horrors, this slaughter’s market, and there was an array of organs curtailed to the wall.  It squirmed with life.

“Adrenochrome.” I choked and whirled around.  Hellibor stood behind me, but it was not him.  His face was tumbling to pieces violently.  “To think we made everything here of you. We cloned you so many times. It never worked. Your blood never was quiet the same, so we had no choice but to wake you up and use you. Your older than me, Primina, did you know that? Let me put you to rest.”

He slashed so hard he screamed. I evaded his attack as he caught the organs with a bone saw.  Brown fluid surges all around the place. I sprung against a vat, feeling the balmy glass on my back.  With chunks of his skin slipping loose from him, he charged at me again. Side stepping the raking invasion, he struck the vat.  With a clash and the harmony of splintering glass, chemical fluids rush onto Hellibor. Captured in the flood, Hellibor was face to face with the reproduction of me, whooping as it draws its first and last gasps.  “Prina don’t run! I was only joking! It’s a game!” Doctor Winters shrieks as he is forcing the body off of him.

Madness. I must run, is all I can think of.  I go deeper into the cave, averting the many experiments.  Through another set of double gates, I vanished.  I wished I had not come in through there though. The hallway had turmerous growths all over the place and meat like muscle developed on the walls.  I paused staring at the hideous sight.  That is until I heard Hellibor was not very far behind me adding, “Primina don’t go in there.  You have no chance of survival.”

I did not even look back.  I flew so swiftly through the hall, I must not have even touched the ground. Fate has a funny way of ridiculing someone though.  There was a rusted shut gate; stained with juice and alien fluids.  “Open!” I yelped as I rattled on it with both my fists, suddenly I caught a switch off to the side. I pressed the hydrolic switch, and the doors started to open with a rough grumble.  Turning my head only proved the direness of my situation.  Hellibor was limping towards me like a cripple. The door was not opening fast enough. I pushed against it, hitting it in vain.  His legs had become infested with boils and his arms like a blooding carcass, and his face was all but gone.  “Primina. Don’t be afraid. Just give up and die, die, die” Hellibor says as he lurches towards me.

“Get away from me!” I screamed, forcing my back against the gradually opening doorway. With a snap, a bone came sticking out of his leg. Red ooze flowed from the wound, and with his last step he sank down on his face. His body burst when it struck the floor. I trembled and faced away from the gory mess.

The passage by this time had opened, but to my utter terror, the mass of flesh moved.  Two arms or legs… or something else grew out of the pulpy wad.  I hustled through the doors into thick webs of muscle. I peered backward and discovered that thing was chasing me. Running through that nightmare the tissue got thicker forcing me to creep on my belly.  Still on my track though was Hellibor, marching on nubs.

As I wriggled through the flesh as it pulsed and turned about, shifting and spasming and squeezing my frame. It prevented me from moving head; like a maggot making my way through the confines of some carcass. I shrieked when I felt the Doctor’s skeletal hand clasp my ankle. Still pushing through the rigid muscle, I thundered.  I can’t see a thing, but I kicked.  I kicked so hard.  The surrounding flesh went through another seizure and I squealed as I battled against the meat.  Instead of being crushed however, I forced myself through to the other side.  

Brushing what I could of the blood that got on my clothes, I relaxed by the flesh wall.  Then I looked at the home they provided me.  The skys were lavender and gleaming.  The building that I saw were ruins as far as the eye could see.  Looking at the few rocks and the all encasing flesh I sat upon, I realized home was inside, and that too was dead.