Spookyness

Skittles

The spy licked his dry lips and ate the green piece. After a few seconds of letting the food piece digest, he began to gag and seal his mouth shut. He struggled to stand up but got on his knees and let the burning liquid rocket out of his system. Vomit soon pooled around him, as the thick liquid continually exited his system.

The scientist chuckled and jot down more notes in his notebook. "Sadly, you chose wrong too." He stared down at the poor spy still trying to hold back the repeating vomit. "Soon the acid will melt through your esophagus and your skin, making it near impossible for you to gain a single breath." He closed his notebook and sat there, watching the poor spy suffer.

The American was crying acid tears that melted scars into his face as the stomach acid melted through his throat and poured out of two exits now. The spy held his stomach in desperate pain, as if that would stop it from happening. His skin turned pale and sweaty as he collapsed into his pool of vomit and died from suffocation and nutrition loss.

The mess was ordered clean by the scientist and replaced the missing piece of food for the next victim. This one was young, looking like he just joined and was obviously a young adult; probably in his early twenties. He was timid, afraid of what was soon to come.

"If you choose right from the five pieces of food that lay in front of you, you will live. If not, you die, understand?" The scientist informed.

The young American hesitantly nodded and took the orange colored piece. After a minute of letting the food take affect, the spy's skin soon turned dry and red. He began to itch and shiver with a cold sweat. He soon gaged and choked on his blood and held his sides as he fell to the floor.

"What's... happening?" The young male spy rasped.

The scientist quickly wrote down what he was observing with displeasure. "I was hoping for only your inner organs to fail, but it looks like the food also took effect of your skin. As we all know, the skin is the largest organ on the human body; I should have seen it coming." He pushed up his reading glasses and sat down. "Your organs are failing and you should die any minute now."

The young American looked up at the scientist in horror and tried standing, but his ligaments wouldn't listen to him as he stumbled to the ground and held his head. He grunted and tried breathing in the dry air. But to the scientist's expectation, his lungs have now failed him, and soon his heart will too.

With the young American dead now and the scientist changing a few formulas in his chart, the corpse was cleaned and the food tablet replaced. The fifth spy was brought in. He was a husky spy, probably better built for combat more than just spying. The scientist was pleased and hoped for the spy to choose the last, untasted food tablet on the table.

"I will make this simple for you," the scientist announced from his observation spot, "All of your friend's chose the wrong food tablet placed in front of you. They have chosen red, orange, yellow, and green. All of them have died a terrible death. But if you choose correctly, you will live."

"For a scientist, you sure are an idiot." the spy informed him. "The only other one that you didn't call out was the purple one, so I'll eat that one."

The scientist clicked his pen and waited for the spy to eat, highly interested what will happen with the husky spy.

The spy ate the purple food tablet with pride, happy to be picked near last. But he soon regretted eating. He spit onto the floor to see that his saliva was dark red, and that his lower stomach felt like it was on fire as he propped himself up against the wall. He soon got blood all around him and onto the wall.

The scientist smiled with glee and jot down the affects. "This will be highly useful for hospital deaths in your country... you chose wrong." He left the spy to suffer, and concluded how to counteract the food tablets effects.

The mess was cleaned and the last spy was sent in. There was a giant scar on his neck, making it seem like he couldn't talk, having his larynx taken out for medical reasons he assumed. The scientist was unhappy, he liked hearing his victims suffer. But I guess watching someone mute die and struggle to say something can be just as amusing.

"Your friends," the scientist told him, "have all chosen wrong. If you eat any of the food tablets, you will die. But, if you figure out how to counteract the food tablets, you will live and not die from starvation. Understood?" The scientist pointed to the mute spy with his pen.

He merely nodded and observed his five food tablets set in front of him. Within an instant, he ate all the food tablets at once and awaited for the scientist to speak once more.

The scientist was baffled at first and closed his notebook without writing down anything. "You chose right, you may go back to your cell."

The reinforced steel door opened and awaited for the spy to leave. But the spy shook his head and stood up.

The scientist arched an eyebrow and observed closely with his notebook open and pen ready.

The spy looked up at the observing scientist and spoke in a gruff tone, "I will not be controlled..." With that, he hastily went to the closest wall and rammed his head as hard as he could into the concrete wall. Smashing his head into it and leaving a giant concave area in his brain and skull.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." the scientist clicked his tongue and shook his head. "What a shame, here I thought you couldn't speak; I had other things to experiment on you." He left the observation room and went back to his studies.

Years later, the British decided to let this new form of torture poison America. What you know as "Skittles" today was used as a form of starvation torture back in the 1970's. So think about that next time you eat a normal bag of Skittles and make sure to eat the whole bag.

Have a nice day.