especially knew that I had finally gained some control over
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the brain and mind that was harvested for me when I had one last
thought before I finally stop fighting my resting state with a smile.
Maybe I was strong enough to kill London.
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Six
Morrison was gone when I came down the next evening. I
wasn’t sure if she told me she would be gone or if maybe she
decided to take a few days away from me. I didn’t care. Either
way it was nice to have this place to myself again for once.
I glanced at myself in the mirror before I made my way to the
window. I noticed that for some odd reason it looked like I had
slightly aged. There were small lines around my eyes and my lips
and I was beginning to look tired. My hair seemed to have grown
slightly and my skin looked slightly darker for some reason.
I dismissed my reflection and placing my hands on the
windowsills I leaned out and took a deep breath. My resting
schedule was so erratic lately that I was surprised I could still
function properly. I had to get on a normal schedule which was
something I promised myself to work on soon.
I took one more deep breath and noticed something was
different about the air, for some reason it seemed a little cooler and crisper.
I walked quickly down the stairs and made my way to the
back of the factory on the main floor. There had to be more than
just the door at the entrance and for now it would serve my
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purpose to find it. I walked along the wall running my hand
across it from one end as I made my way to the other. It was so
dark in this part that I knew I wouldn’t see a difference; I would have to feel it to find any hidden door.
Halfway down the wall I felt a small bump. I ran my hand up
and down the bump for a moment before I was sure that it was
what I was looking for. Leaning toward the wall, I pulled at the
bump as hard as I could. Slowly it started to come away from the
wall and I could feel the breeze from outside. This wasn’t like the wooden boards that were used to barricade the front. Grunting
with effort, I pulled harder until the secret door finally gave way causing me to fall backwards. Thankfully I had a good enough
grip on it that I was able to stop it before it landed on top of me and caused irreparable damage.
I shoved the door to the side and got to my feet. As I
suspected, it wasn’t as simple as wood and interestingly enough I
felt a small flicker of fear when I looked at it. It was made of
some kind of metal and had an odd design to it. In a way, it
reminded me of the doors that London used to lock herself into
her workstations.
I tore my eyes away from it and stepped out into the night air.
My feet touched the wild grass that was growing in the small lot.
I looked down and couldn’t help but think that freedom was a
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beautiful thing. There was nothing sharp or dangerous under me
like when I was kept prisoner. The grass was pleasantly caressing
my feet with each soft gust of wind.
I leaned down and picked a blade of grass and smiled. The
color was somewhat lighter than what I had seen in the woods
around London’s home, but as I looked up at the trees I noticed
that the leaves seemed to be slightly colored differently as well.
Almost as if overnight they had gone from a dark green to
yellows, reds, and oranges.
How long was I asleep?
I let the grass fall from my hands as I reached up and felt one
of the leaves from the nearest tree. It felt slightly weathered just as I had woke up feeling.
More time than one night had passed, that was sure but I just
didn’t know how much. I glanced up at the moon for a moment
before I went back into the sanctuary of the factory. There was
nothing in here that could tell time and if my body hadn’t woken
itself in what seemed to be a season, then I was running out of
time faster than I thought.
I walked from the back of the factory out the front door and
into the night.
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the brain and mind that was harvested for me when I had one last
thought before I finally stop fighting my resting state with a smile.
Maybe I was strong enough to kill London.
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Unwound
Six
Morrison was gone when I came down the next evening. I
wasn’t sure if she told me she would be gone or if maybe she
decided to take a few days away from me. I didn’t care. Either
way it was nice to have this place to myself again for once.
I glanced at myself in the mirror before I made my way to the
window. I noticed that for some odd reason it looked like I had
slightly aged. There were small lines around my eyes and my lips
and I was beginning to look tired. My hair seemed to have grown
slightly and my skin looked slightly darker for some reason.
I dismissed my reflection and placing my hands on the
windowsills I leaned out and took a deep breath. My resting
schedule was so erratic lately that I was surprised I could still
function properly. I had to get on a normal schedule which was
something I promised myself to work on soon.
I took one more deep breath and noticed something was
different about the air, for some reason it seemed a little cooler and crisper.
I walked quickly down the stairs and made my way to the
back of the factory on the main floor. There had to be more than
just the door at the entrance and for now it would serve my
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purpose to find it. I walked along the wall running my hand
across it from one end as I made my way to the other. It was so
dark in this part that I knew I wouldn’t see a difference; I would have to feel it to find any hidden door.
Halfway down the wall I felt a small bump. I ran my hand up
and down the bump for a moment before I was sure that it was
what I was looking for. Leaning toward the wall, I pulled at the
bump as hard as I could. Slowly it started to come away from the
wall and I could feel the breeze from outside. This wasn’t like the wooden boards that were used to barricade the front. Grunting
with effort, I pulled harder until the secret door finally gave way causing me to fall backwards. Thankfully I had a good enough
grip on it that I was able to stop it before it landed on top of me and caused irreparable damage.
I shoved the door to the side and got to my feet. As I
suspected, it wasn’t as simple as wood and interestingly enough I
felt a small flicker of fear when I looked at it. It was made of
some kind of metal and had an odd design to it. In a way, it
reminded me of the doors that London used to lock herself into
her workstations.
I tore my eyes away from it and stepped out into the night air.
My feet touched the wild grass that was growing in the small lot.
I looked down and couldn’t help but think that freedom was a
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beautiful thing. There was nothing sharp or dangerous under me
like when I was kept prisoner. The grass was pleasantly caressing
my feet with each soft gust of wind.
I leaned down and picked a blade of grass and smiled. The
color was somewhat lighter than what I had seen in the woods
around London’s home, but as I looked up at the trees I noticed
that the leaves seemed to be slightly colored differently as well.
Almost as if overnight they had gone from a dark green to
yellows, reds, and oranges.
How long was I asleep?
I let the grass fall from my hands as I reached up and felt one
of the leaves from the nearest tree. It felt slightly weathered just as I had woke up feeling.
More time than one night had passed, that was sure but I just
didn’t know how much. I glanced up at the moon for a moment
before I went back into the sanctuary of the factory. There was
nothing in here that could tell time and if my body hadn’t woken
itself in what seemed to be a season, then I was running out of
time faster than I thought.
I walked from the back of the factory out the front door and
into the night.
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