A Prisoner

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A young man awakens to find he is held prisoner. The details behind where he is, and why, are a mystery, and it is the main thing on his mind as he plots his escape.

Submitted: April 27, 2011

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McCoy questioned his surroundings, wondering what sort of situation he found himself in. His memory had a hole leading up to why he was now restrained on a cot, his arms and legs tightly bound. Although there were light sources in the room, it was far too dim to provide any insight on where he was. It shined brightly down upon him, darkening the surroundings.

“Hello?” he cried out, hoping someone could hear him. There was no response after a few minutes, and he sighed heavily. “Hello? Is there anyone there,” he tried again. This time, he heard a strange, shuffling sound coming from somewhere in the shadows. “Is there someone there?”
“You’re chatty,” a female voice spoke out from the shadows. “Yes, far too chatty for me. Perhaps he’ll fix that.” The person speaking didn’t make any movement towards the light, leading him to believe that the person was observing the room from somewhere else. “What’s your name?”
“Shouldn’t you introduce yourself first?” He glared around, trying to make out any shapes nearby. A slight tingling sensation began on his arms, coursing quickly through his body. In a split second, the tingling was quickly replaced with a charge of electricity, causing his muscles to tighten and spasm. It lasted for a few seconds, but he found himself panicking at later instances happening. “McCoy… Daniel McCoy…”
“Good. It seems that you learn well for a mongrel.” There was a condescending tone to the woman’s voice, but he still couldn’t tell where she stood. Able to feel his arms and legs again, he tried to wiggle them. Despite tough resistance, the more he tried, he could feel that the restraint was loosening. “Where do you live?”
“Arrisberg.” There was no accompanying surge, so it seemed that she believed him. His mind was a little foggy now, but he was sure he had said the right thing.
“Why are you here?” This time, it was a man’s voice asking the question. He sounded formal, but his voice was more of an echo. McCoy wasn’t sure what to say to that, fearing another shock. To be truthful, he wasn’t quite sure of the answer either. “Do you not know?”
“No…”
“You’re a test subject,” the man responded. “Not for anything special, so don’t get your hopes up. You’re just the closest target we found that fit the criteria.” The sound of a machine whirring lightly came off from somewhere in the shadows, alerting him. He tensed up, ceasing his attempts at breaking free.
The shadows lifted slowly, and as the seconds passed, he could begin to see more of his prison. It appeared more like a hospital room, but there didn’t happen to be a window or anything medical equipment around. To him, it only appeared as a hospital room because of how it was so bland and unfeeling. He relaxed his body, not seeing anyone in the room with him, and began trying to free himself once more.
“I wouldn’t suggest doing that, if I were in your position,” the male’s voice echoed once again. “Your assistance in this test would be most helpful, and should you refuse, we have ways of forcing you to do what we desire.” McCoy resisted the urge to continue, but heeded the stranger’s warning. “Good, glad to see you understand your position.”
“Where are you? Who are you?” McCoy asked, trying to get any sort of information on his predicament. The man’s voice didn’t respond, however, and it only served to aggravate him further. He lightly began moving his right arm within his restraint, trying to free himself. He began to feel the same tingling urge throughout his body, quickly causing him to stop. There he lay, waiting for a response from his captors, too scared to try and free himself and escape.
Time went on slowly, and as he sat there, watching for any movement in his room, he wondered what he could be possibly used for. Thoughts rushed through his head of alien abduction stories and how most that reported such lived in backwater towns. Surely there’s no way this is one such case, he hoped. Still, the thought did remain in his mind as he eyed wearily the corners of darkness that remained in the room.


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