The Light

Bright. The light was bright. He stared intently at the light above his head. He stared at it with both curiosity and amazement. As he stared at the light he thought. "That orb… What is… that orb…? Where is the wick…?" As he continued to stare at the light his eyes began to hurt. He smiled as he thought. "It's like a mini sun… It's so beautiful…" He reached out his right hand toward the light.

His right hand did not move. His smile became faint. He tried to move his right hand again but it still refused to move. His smile faded away completely.

He turned to look at his right hand. It was stuck. There were three straps around it that prevented it from moving. Each strap had a leather interior and a thick metal exterior. He thought. "What is… this…? What's going on…?"

He tried to move his left hand but it didn't move either. He turned to look at his left hand and saw it had three straps holding it down just like the right one did.

He looked over at his feet. They were held down by three straps as well. He thought. "What is this…? Is this… some kind of... torture chamber…?"

He looked at the area beyond his feet. He saw a man with a white apron near a table. The table had a large variety of strange tools. He thought. "I need to... get out of here." He then frantically looked to his right and to his left. On the right side was a door and on the left was a wall.

He looked at the door again and thought. "There's the exit." He tried to raise his right hand again but failed. He began to fiercely struggle against the straps that prevented his right arm from moving. The straps didn't budge.

He became angry at the straps holding his body down. He struggled against all of the straps with both of his legs and with both of his arms.

He gritted his teeth and thought. "I'm getting out of here even if I've got to break out of here!"

His weakened body began to regain its strength. The effects of whatever had weakened him before began to wear off.

He continued to muster more strength to try and break out of the straps. However, the straps did not move. They continued to bind his arms and legs down to the surface he was laying on.

He yelled out in frustration. "Why the hell won't these things move?" He thrashed around on the surface he was laying on and continued to use the strength in his arms and legs to try to break free from the straps.

The man with the white apron looked back at the man who was strapped down. He looked at him with curiosity and amazement as he said. "Haw ar youw alraady awak?"

The man who was strapped down thought as he listened to the man with the white apron speak. "What?! What does that mean? What kind of language is that?"

The man with the white apron grabbed a strange tool from the table and began to approach the man who was strapped down. The strange tool was small but had a needle on the end of it.

The man who was strapped down yelled out. "No, stop! Get away from me! Get the hell away from me!" He thrashed around more fiercely than before. As he continued to thrash around the leather interior of one of the straps holding down his left arm ripped.

The strange tool suddenly hit the ground. The man with the white apron looked at the man who was strapped down in horror. The man said. "Thawt'z impozzible-" He slowly began to back away from the man who was strapped down as he said. "He'z a mansta! He'z a mansta!"

The man with the white apron crashed into the table. Some strange tools from the table fell onto the ground while others collided into each other.

The man who was strapped down looked angrily at the man with the white apron. He yelled out. "Get me out of this thing! Get me out of this!" He continued to fiercely thrash around causing the rip to become wider.

The man with the white apron said with fear. "He'z crasie! He'z crasie!" He looked at the door.

The man who was strapped down yelled out. "Hey! I said-"

The whole room shook. More strange tools continued to fall off the table onto the ground while others collided into each other.

After the room shook the man with the white apron disappeared. He had disappeared from the other man's view after he had fallen onto the ground and never got back up. A puddle of blood was all that remained of where he had once stood.

The man who was strapped down stopped thrashing around. He stared at the puddle of blood in silence as he thought. "I see. Looks like I'm stuck here now." He looked at the straps holding down his left arm and thought. "There is no way to break out of these things." He noticed the rip in the interior of one of the straps and thought. "I see. So, I actually managed to rip it, huh?" He smiled and thought. "I guess I'm not as weak everyone thought, huh? I actually manged to rip this thing." His smile morphed into a frown as he mumbled to himself. "Everyone..." He stared at the door in silence.

Sounds could be heard from beyond the room. Sounds of footsteps and also sounds of popping.

He thought as he stared at the door. "What is going on?"

The footsteps and the popping began to gradually get louder. They soon sounded as if they were right outside the door.

He continued to stare at the door. He waited for something to suddenly burst into the room but nothing happened. The door remained closed. He sighed with disappointment.

The sound of footsteps and popping began to get faint until it eventually disappeared completely.

Just as he was about to look at something else the door suddenly opened.