The System

The system didn't work.

It was flawed and no matter how Ivan tried to convince his superiors, they viewed everything as status quo. No matter how he kicked and screamed, they would just inject him with another round of sedatives and gagged him as they administered their form of therapy. When they finished their battery, and it really was a battery in the truest and most grim sense of the word, they dropped their test subject unceremoniously in his cell. It was dank, dark, and water stereotypically dripped somewhere in the distance. Ivan's chest rose and fell with the tempo of water drops.

Drip.

Inhale.

Drop.

Exhale.

Drip.

Cough.

Blood was on his lips, and he was bleeding internally. They assured him he was fine. That the system was perfect. Everything was status quo. His superiors would be so pleased that everything was going according to plan. Ivan would be promoted for certain! More tests. More drugs. More sedatives. More kicking. More screaming.

More bleeding from places that no human being should.

He had caught a glimpse of himself in the chrome walls... Ivan had begun to bleed from his eyes.

Everything was status quo.

Drip.

Inhale.

Drop.

Exhale.

-Megs