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11:49
Feb. 12, 1992
Jamie was asleep on her side, her small body curled up around a tattered blue stuffed bunny. A small smile graced her lips, the rest of her face relaxed and innocent seeming. Her dark hair was fanned out on her pillow, the pale comforter and pillowcases providing a beautiful contrast for the inky locks of her hair, yet were dark enough to show off her pale complexion. The warm soothing pale yellow of her room was the perfect color for her, though her parents didn’t know it when they painted the room. Not knowing whether their child be a boy or a girl they picked the seemingly neutral color, adding a bit more red to add a small sheen of rust if you looked at it in the right light. A street lamp outside her house illuminated the little spaces between her blinds, and bars of light fell on her small form. The pale yellow walls seemed warm, even in the hovering darkness. The shadows crept along the walls, yet they weren’t the malicious shadows most children were taught to fear. No, these were the guardians assigned to the little girl. The boogy-man didn’t exist, instead the demons that hid in her closet were the ones she ran to with tears running in streaks down her chubby cheeks. At this perfect moment in time, Jamie Nichole Avery looked every bit as innocent as the angel she was constantly called. This moment was the last moment of innocence for the child, the last few seconds where she could look back and believe that she was just like everyone else. At her age she was without the ability to comprehend that there were shades of meaning in every word, thought and action. A lesson she would forever turn her back on, or embrace with all certainty. A lesson formed, yet not realized, not comprehended. Not yet.
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Jamie was in the white room again, her nightgown was the one her mommy had put on her before bed. Her blue bunny, Chrome, dangling by its one velvety ear from her grasp. A delighted smile formed on her angelic mouth, her cheeks - still chubby with baby fat - showing a dimple in either side. She ran forward, around in circles, giggling at each turn. There were no shadows here, nothing to watch over her. She hardly missed them, they had forever been there. She didn’t look for them, she didn’t need to. Not in the world where light and dark battled. And to her, this was that world the same.
A boy called out to her, she heard his voice clearly, yet couldn’t understand what he was speaking. It didn’t matter however, because she soon ran towards him. The smile on her mouth widened ever so slightly, her Chrome swinging back and forth on it’s ear. The boy was slightly out of focus, like his being was set in guassian blur. The sparkley lizard he held in his hand was over-focused to Jamie’s poor eyes, and she tried to avoid looking at it, instead focusing on the brilliant red hair he had. It wasn’t orange, no, it was a dark dark red. She stepped inside the red circle, trying to get closer to the boy. The circle was big, about the size of her entire room, but she didn’t notice anymore. The big, thick line wasn’t important, she knew that if she wanted to see her friends she had to go inside it. One pink sock was trailing down around her ankle, and only fell further down as she walked closer to the center. Soon another two boys and a girl joined her. They were all almost her age, maybe a year older at most. She used to feel like an outsider because she was sure she was the youngest, but that had long since past. The little girl had blonde pigtails trailing over her white nightie, black ribbons at the end of each one. A fluffy white tiger burned out at them from its place clutched to her chest. One of the other boys had a stuffed wolf, its eyes looked strangely feral, bright orange against the dull background. The boy’s blurred brown hair covered his face, his fist coming up to rub some sleep from his eyes. The other boy was the biggest. He had black hair, just like Jamie. She wanted to reach out and touch it, but she knew she wasn’t allowed. His dragon was pushed down the front of his sleep shirt, so only its head was seen. She was happy for this, the bright over focus of the others was making her eyes sting. They didn’t speak, their words wouldn’t have been understood. Instead they seemed to know what each other was thinking, if you could see past the blur you would be able to see the understanding in each of their eyes. And tonight, the slight widening of surprise. They knew they had to hold hands, in the bright red circle. In the bright white room, the room that didn’t seem to have an end, five children stood holding hands, a smaller replica of the larger red circle.
“it’s okay, you’re safe now.”
In turn they all started to fade, fade from this reality and back into the blankness of their minds. Sleeping silently until the bright pink rays cut the horizon and dawn broke. Until the screams, or the complete silence woke them.
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11:50
Feb. 12, 1992
The fire alarm rang, the annoying ring would echo in the minds of 12 adults, all working overtime on an experiment. An experiment trying to reach into the human mind, command it to create new enzymes; different sequences of nucleotides. Try to command the body to become what they thought it should. This would be the last thing these people would hear. The shrill sound would be forever there, never to cease. What they didn’t realize was that they were damned before they started. They were never meant to live, a fatal error had corrected their destiny, and they alone had to pay the price of their actions. They were damned by the DNA they were trying to manipulate, trying to live with. They were damned by the laws of the science they were trying to manipulate. They didn’t realize it, not even then. As their brain cried for oxygen, and their lungs deflated, they didn’t understand. Locked in the sterile room, their blood was the only color that desecrated the stainless steel. As the blood cells they relied on as much as their genes failed them. That infernal ring would drive them insane, before insanity would plague their brains, and destroy its efforts.
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12:10
Feb. 13, 1992
Emergency personal had finally been able to breach workstation 3, only to find no survivors. It had looked like the air filter, the only oxygen source for the small room, had been jammed and switched functions. Instead of providing air for the room, it sucked it all out. It was done so swiftly the people had no chance. Their brain cells could not go without the oxygen, and so they had suffocated.
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10:39
Feb. 13, 1992
Gramie was over, she had woken up Jamie earlier that morning. Jamie had stayed in her room all day, playing with the blue bunny, not speaking a word. The pale yellow walls of room seemed to soak up all the happiness, and reflect it into the room. Gramie hadn’t let Jamie wear her favorite dress, it was a dark dark red. Instead, with tears running silently down her cheeks, Gramie had put Jamie in a pretty black dress, and white socks. Her long black hair was back and braided, a red elastic holding it back. A compromise of sorts. That had been early in the morning, and now Jamie was starting to get hungry. She opened her door, and walked down the hallway. Chrome, her bunny, hanging limply at her side as she held onto its ear. The soft carpet tickled her feet, and she couldn’t help from giggling. She was quite disappointed when the carpet ended, and the linoleum of the kitchen began. But, the linoleum wasn’t that bad. If you ran really really fast, you could slide. Just like figure skaters on their skates.
Peaking into the kitchen Jamie saw her Gramie at the table crying again, there was tea in front of her. Jamie raced into the room, stopping beside her grandma. “Grandma, can I have cookies…. please?” she added the please as an after thought, and looked up expectantly. Gramie nodded slowly, and went and got a few cookies on a pink plastic plate. She put them on the table and lifted Jamie up onto her lap, as she sat down at the table.
“Jamie… honey… your mommy and daddy had to go away.. They are in heaven, they’ll look down on you..”
Gramie said slowly, tears once again trailing down her cheeks. Jamie looked up at her Gramie, a solemn expression on her angelic face. One that seemed to unnerve Gramie, it was as if Jamie understood perfectly. Like she was years older, wiser, and.. Bitter? almost…
“It’s okay Gramie… I’m safe now.”
Feb. 12, 1992
Jamie was asleep on her side, her small body curled up around a tattered blue stuffed bunny. A small smile graced her lips, the rest of her face relaxed and innocent seeming. Her dark hair was fanned out on her pillow, the pale comforter and pillowcases providing a beautiful contrast for the inky locks of her hair, yet were dark enough to show off her pale complexion. The warm soothing pale yellow of her room was the perfect color for her, though her parents didn’t know it when they painted the room. Not knowing whether their child be a boy or a girl they picked the seemingly neutral color, adding a bit more red to add a small sheen of rust if you looked at it in the right light. A street lamp outside her house illuminated the little spaces between her blinds, and bars of light fell on her small form. The pale yellow walls seemed warm, even in the hovering darkness. The shadows crept along the walls, yet they weren’t the malicious shadows most children were taught to fear. No, these were the guardians assigned to the little girl. The boogy-man didn’t exist, instead the demons that hid in her closet were the ones she ran to with tears running in streaks down her chubby cheeks. At this perfect moment in time, Jamie Nichole Avery looked every bit as innocent as the angel she was constantly called. This moment was the last moment of innocence for the child, the last few seconds where she could look back and believe that she was just like everyone else. At her age she was without the ability to comprehend that there were shades of meaning in every word, thought and action. A lesson she would forever turn her back on, or embrace with all certainty. A lesson formed, yet not realized, not comprehended. Not yet.
-----
Jamie was in the white room again, her nightgown was the one her mommy had put on her before bed. Her blue bunny, Chrome, dangling by its one velvety ear from her grasp. A delighted smile formed on her angelic mouth, her cheeks - still chubby with baby fat - showing a dimple in either side. She ran forward, around in circles, giggling at each turn. There were no shadows here, nothing to watch over her. She hardly missed them, they had forever been there. She didn’t look for them, she didn’t need to. Not in the world where light and dark battled. And to her, this was that world the same.
A boy called out to her, she heard his voice clearly, yet couldn’t understand what he was speaking. It didn’t matter however, because she soon ran towards him. The smile on her mouth widened ever so slightly, her Chrome swinging back and forth on it’s ear. The boy was slightly out of focus, like his being was set in guassian blur. The sparkley lizard he held in his hand was over-focused to Jamie’s poor eyes, and she tried to avoid looking at it, instead focusing on the brilliant red hair he had. It wasn’t orange, no, it was a dark dark red. She stepped inside the red circle, trying to get closer to the boy. The circle was big, about the size of her entire room, but she didn’t notice anymore. The big, thick line wasn’t important, she knew that if she wanted to see her friends she had to go inside it. One pink sock was trailing down around her ankle, and only fell further down as she walked closer to the center. Soon another two boys and a girl joined her. They were all almost her age, maybe a year older at most. She used to feel like an outsider because she was sure she was the youngest, but that had long since past. The little girl had blonde pigtails trailing over her white nightie, black ribbons at the end of each one. A fluffy white tiger burned out at them from its place clutched to her chest. One of the other boys had a stuffed wolf, its eyes looked strangely feral, bright orange against the dull background. The boy’s blurred brown hair covered his face, his fist coming up to rub some sleep from his eyes. The other boy was the biggest. He had black hair, just like Jamie. She wanted to reach out and touch it, but she knew she wasn’t allowed. His dragon was pushed down the front of his sleep shirt, so only its head was seen. She was happy for this, the bright over focus of the others was making her eyes sting. They didn’t speak, their words wouldn’t have been understood. Instead they seemed to know what each other was thinking, if you could see past the blur you would be able to see the understanding in each of their eyes. And tonight, the slight widening of surprise. They knew they had to hold hands, in the bright red circle. In the bright white room, the room that didn’t seem to have an end, five children stood holding hands, a smaller replica of the larger red circle.
“it’s okay, you’re safe now.”
In turn they all started to fade, fade from this reality and back into the blankness of their minds. Sleeping silently until the bright pink rays cut the horizon and dawn broke. Until the screams, or the complete silence woke them.
----
11:50
Feb. 12, 1992
The fire alarm rang, the annoying ring would echo in the minds of 12 adults, all working overtime on an experiment. An experiment trying to reach into the human mind, command it to create new enzymes; different sequences of nucleotides. Try to command the body to become what they thought it should. This would be the last thing these people would hear. The shrill sound would be forever there, never to cease. What they didn’t realize was that they were damned before they started. They were never meant to live, a fatal error had corrected their destiny, and they alone had to pay the price of their actions. They were damned by the DNA they were trying to manipulate, trying to live with. They were damned by the laws of the science they were trying to manipulate. They didn’t realize it, not even then. As their brain cried for oxygen, and their lungs deflated, they didn’t understand. Locked in the sterile room, their blood was the only color that desecrated the stainless steel. As the blood cells they relied on as much as their genes failed them. That infernal ring would drive them insane, before insanity would plague their brains, and destroy its efforts.
----
12:10
Feb. 13, 1992
Emergency personal had finally been able to breach workstation 3, only to find no survivors. It had looked like the air filter, the only oxygen source for the small room, had been jammed and switched functions. Instead of providing air for the room, it sucked it all out. It was done so swiftly the people had no chance. Their brain cells could not go without the oxygen, and so they had suffocated.
----
10:39
Feb. 13, 1992
Gramie was over, she had woken up Jamie earlier that morning. Jamie had stayed in her room all day, playing with the blue bunny, not speaking a word. The pale yellow walls of room seemed to soak up all the happiness, and reflect it into the room. Gramie hadn’t let Jamie wear her favorite dress, it was a dark dark red. Instead, with tears running silently down her cheeks, Gramie had put Jamie in a pretty black dress, and white socks. Her long black hair was back and braided, a red elastic holding it back. A compromise of sorts. That had been early in the morning, and now Jamie was starting to get hungry. She opened her door, and walked down the hallway. Chrome, her bunny, hanging limply at her side as she held onto its ear. The soft carpet tickled her feet, and she couldn’t help from giggling. She was quite disappointed when the carpet ended, and the linoleum of the kitchen began. But, the linoleum wasn’t that bad. If you ran really really fast, you could slide. Just like figure skaters on their skates.
Peaking into the kitchen Jamie saw her Gramie at the table crying again, there was tea in front of her. Jamie raced into the room, stopping beside her grandma. “Grandma, can I have cookies…. please?” she added the please as an after thought, and looked up expectantly. Gramie nodded slowly, and went and got a few cookies on a pink plastic plate. She put them on the table and lifted Jamie up onto her lap, as she sat down at the table.
“Jamie… honey… your mommy and daddy had to go away.. They are in heaven, they’ll look down on you..”
Gramie said slowly, tears once again trailing down her cheeks. Jamie looked up at her Gramie, a solemn expression on her angelic face. One that seemed to unnerve Gramie, it was as if Jamie understood perfectly. Like she was years older, wiser, and.. Bitter? almost…
“It’s okay Gramie… I’m safe now.”