#WritcoStoryChallenge
The footsteps following me sounded closer. I ran through the empty corridors of the hospital, my heart pounding with terror.
I turned a corner and stopped short. I had reached a dead end.
I was afraid of turning back. I could hear the footsteps right behind me. My breathing was heavy and so was my heart.
But I needed to get out. My family was waiting for me. I sucked in a breath and tightened my fist.
The footsteps had stopped completely.
"No where to go now, right experiment?"
The voice said.
I turned around slowly.
The same face with that creepy smile greeted me.
The smile sent shivers down my back. He was holding a large scissor with blood dripping down from it. The sound of the blood hitting the floor made me nauseous.
"Don't worry. You will only feel a little pain nothing much, experiment" He said.
My guts twisted at hearing the word experiment. He considers us all experiments. The others...
I don't know what happened to them after I blacked out. Though I can make a guess by seeing all the blood splattered on the walls and the floor of the 'experiment' room.
I tried to get my fear under control.
I have to get out. Now.
"Listen. Um please let me go. I will do anything" I begged him.
He started chuckling and soon he was laughing loudly. His laughter was ringing all around.
"Do you really think that would work? You are so naive experiment"
He took a step closer to me.
I had to think of something. I had to get out.
Flight is no longer an option. I have to fight now. It's my onle chance at survival.
I moved towards him without wasting a second.
I put my...