The Final Variable

Chapter 1

I willed my eyes open.

They didn't open.

I told my brain to break the seal of sleep. It obeyed that command.

" Thomas!"

My eyelids shot open as I glanced around. The shout filled every cell of me with fear and caution. When I could control my actions once more, I snuck a look in the direction the shriek came from.

I saw a girl. Her face was pale, almost white, and her hair was long with a deep, mud like color. She was twitching with jerky movements, as if she were a robot with a glitch. The only sign that she wasn't a ghost was the gash on her right arm that was bleeding and oozing out a mix of red and some yellow tinged liquid. It must have been infected.

The girl kept screaming for "Thomas" for the rest of the time we were in there- wherever there was. I now had the motivation to find that out.

It was very dimly lit wherever we were. It looked like some sort of cage or box if I judged just on the walls. There were barrels and sacks stacked and tossed all around me. There seemed to be a word on them. I could barely make out the letters W, C,K, and D . Reading that made me outraged. I'm not sure why because I didn't remember ever seeing that word before. In fact, I didn't remember anything. I didn't even remember my own name.

Suddenly, the cage stopped. At the time, I wasn't sure what happened, because I didn't even know that the cage was moving. I tried to stand up, but couldn't. I was being held back by something on my wrists. I looked down to see that my arms were chained to the floor of the cage.

Something that sounded like rusted doors opening rang through my eardrums. I shut my eyes as hard as I could. I could start to hear shouting and whispers. Questions and untruthful answers that were thrown into the air. I squinted so I could try to see who it was. All I saw was a figure jump into the cage and walk around. It seemed to be inspecting the cage. It stopped at the ghost-girl. I knew it would come over to me next, so I shut my eyes once again. I heard footsteps come towards me, then stop right beside my head. A few moments of silence passed by.

" Girls" it shouted. " two of them. I think they're dead."

The many shouts hushed as the noun slithered into their brains. The silence made it seem like the word was foreign to them : Girl.

I then saw the figure crouch down and take something out of ghost-girl's hand. It looked like a piece of paper. The figure opened up the crumpled ball.

"They're the last ones. Ever."

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