Deadly Choice

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
A man is forced to make an impossible choice, his life, or a complete stranger's.

Submitted: May 06, 2012

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Deadly Choice

The loud sound of a door being slammed shut wakes me from deep slumber. I blink a couple of times, trying to bring this blurred world into focus. Attempting to bring my hands to rub the drowsiness out of my eyes is when I notice that my hands are bound to the rough wooden surface of the chair I now sit in. How did I end up here? Where exactly is here? Seas of questions with no answers are flowing through my head.

The last thing I remember is walking to my car after getting some things for my daughter’s birthday party.

“Good you are awake, now the game can start.” I look up startled. How did I miss the fact that a man was sitting straight across from me?

“You must be very confused, allow me to explain. I have randomly chosen you to be the test subject of my experiment. My name is of little importance, so don’t bother wondering about that. In this experiment you are given a choice, you can either choose option A, which will cause the other man here to be killed; or you can choose option B, which instead is to sacrifice yourself instead.” I try to respond, to scream in furry and disgust, but my dry lips refuse to work. I just sit in complete shock. This must be some kind of sick joke.

“The man who will die, if you so choose, is named William Anderson. He is the single father of one ten year old girl, named Haley. The choice is up to you. Is your death worth this man’s life? How will his daughter cope without him? How will your family survive with you gone, if you make that choice?”

“You sick bastard.” That is the only response I can say. My mind has nearly completely shut down on me. The realization that this is not a joke is too much to stomach. How can I make a choice like this? Too let myself die or a complete stranger, what kind of choice is that.

“I have been called much worse. Oh, by the way if you don’t choose within two hours then I will kill William, your family, and you. ” Those are the last words he speaks before leaving the room. I have to make a decision, I can’t afford not to. If I kill the stranger then I will be safe, but a little girl will lose the only parent she has left. If I choose to let myself be killed how would my family cope?

How could anyone be so sick as to even come up with something like this? I finally find my voice, and I scream, I curse, I do anything I can think of to try and vent my anger and sorrow. The only one who deserves to die here is that sick man behind this. Is this really nothing more than a game, or experiment to him? How anyone could be so heartless I can’t even begin to understand.

I stop shouting and just let my tears fall to the tiled floor below me. No matter what choice I make I will suffer. I can either end my life here or live with the guilt of knowing someone else died because of my actions. If I didn’t have a family to think about, I would have already decided. I’m sure my wife, with time, would be able to cope; but could my seven year old daughter cope without me? Could she live knowing daddy would never come home again?

“You have one hour left.” I hear over a speaker, effective knocking me out of my thoughts for the moment. It has only been an hour, feels more like ten years. The slow sound of the clock ticking down to the moment of truth is agonizing. Each second that passes is one second less to decide, and I will need every little second to make a choice of this magnitude.

Can I really take away someone else’s daddy? Especially since it is the only parent she has left. What if she has no one else to take care of her? Will she just be sent to suffer in some orphanage? She might not even have any except for her daddy. My daughter would still have her mother, her grandparents, her aunts and uncles, and her cousins who would all be more than willing to help her and take care of her. That other girl might have no one, or worse they could be abusive.

Again the speaker sparks to life disrupting my thoughts.

“You have thirty minutes left to decide.” This sick, sick bastard is driving me insane. How can I make a choice like this? Feels like I have asked myself this question a thousand times so far. I can’t bring myself to think about this anymore. I just listen to the slow ticking of the clock. After what seems like an eternity the door opens and the bastard enters the room.

“Have you made your decision?” My instinct is to survive and say option A, but I couldn’t bring myself to take the life of another man. Even if I am not the one holding the gun, it would be my choice, a choice I could never live with.

“Option B.” I choke out. I focus on the happy times I had with my daughter and wife. I can only hope they will still be able to carry on without me.

“Very noble.” He pulls a pistol out of his holster and places it against my forehead. The barrel is as cold as a kiss from death. A loud bang shatters the silence that once filled the room. 

 


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