Mysterious Stories

Chapter 1: The Story Begins

A boy wakes up in a room. A white room. He looks around and sees nothing but a bed, a toilet, a card reader on the wall and a speaker in the corner. They were all blending in the walls so he could barely see them.

Suddenly he hears a mysterious but familiar voice in the speakers...

"Oh, I see you are awake..." The unknown voice said.

"Who are you?! Where am I?!" The boy yelled.

"Oh... El, I thought you were a good son to your own father..." The voice claimed.

"Father...? Is that you...?" The boy managed to let out. Elijah was surprised to hear his father's voice and felt a bit relieved. "Father save me! Where is Mother!?" The boy continued but not long after he heard a sadistic laugh.

"Don't you get it, El?! I am the one who... trapped you in here." The father emphasized the word "I".

"Huh...? Father...?" The boy said, confused.

"Don't call me Father. I am not that man you wish to see. I married your mother to raise you... to become my perfect lab rat!" The boy could imagine his father smirking at the thought of using his mother. "You are finally healthy enough for these experiments to be conducted. Oh, and call me what everyone calls me in this facility: Lord Anther." Lord Anther said as the boy was silent.

"Father! Is what you're saying really true?!" the boy yelled.

"Elijah! Stop this nonsense and act like yourself! You are smart my little El. She's dead!" Lord Anther said with no hesitation. As the boy called Elijah heard what his father said behind the speakers, he felt his world crumble, not literally but metaphorically. "She was not needed here anyway... Why? Do you want her to suffer with you? Wait... I should've kept her alive for you to hear her screams! YES... but no... I KILLED HER!" he said.

"STOP IT! You are supposed to be my father who cared for me... but now you are the man who I want dead! Stop it! Stop this act!" Elijah cried. He breathed heavily as weight so heavy was placed on the back of his head. He lowered his head and stared down the cold floor.

The floor was cold... The speaker was loud... The air in the air vent had sent him chills through his whole body. He was beside the white bed, so he lifted his head up and placed it on the mattress, it was... hard... it was creaking as he moved his head. "Please... tell me... this is a DREAM!" Elijah screamed at the speaker.

Lord Anther sighs at his act. "Everyone wants to hear that... "This reality we are suffering at is just a Dream"... Men, take this speaker and mic away. Cut off the security cameras. I don't want to hear and see his stupidity." Elijah heard Lord Anther said as his voice echoed around the room. He heard him laugh so happily but it felt crazy. His voice getting lower and lower until he couldn't hear his voice.

His thoughts were drowned in the pressure he was just given. 'He's Lying... Mother is not dead. This is just a nightmare. An annoying nightmare... but I wouldn't have thought this was a nightmare. Is this a lucid dream? But why is this a bad one... no...' Elijah felt numb at this thought... He felt nothing until a sharp pain was felt from his leg.

'Ack!' He looked at whereit was coming from, he saw a chain wrapped around his leg, so cold that he literally felt numb there. But there was something that caught his eye. A giant cut with blood streaming out of his leg. It seemed like a giant wolf scratch. He winced hard at this sight and wondered where it came from. He looked around again, hoping to find something that could ease the pain but as earlier. Nothing... to be seen...

He felt hopeless so he decided to keep it in. Everyday he would get experimented on. Taking his blood, giving him random drugs they came up with, and shocking him. They gave him pills that gave him throbbing headaches. Once a month, he would go into a room his father called "playroom" and he would go into a tube filled with strange liquid. It made his wounds sting so much.