Dreams Of Creation

I WISH IT WASN’T HIM, but I knew it was. I hate it when I’m right. He was lying down with a giant glass box around him. I stood on the outside, hand hard against the glass, with other strangers. Ignorant strangers. Oblivious ones. The doctors were talking amongst themselves about an experiment I surely didn’t want taking place. There, farthest away from me, was a million buttons and switches. One of them was capable of releasing an invisible supple amount of parasites. The doctors say this parasite was so small, it had the ability to seep right into the pores of your skin and do as they please in the most harmful ways possible, but this was just a theory.

I tried keeping myself calm, but felt terrified for his life. What if they destroyed him? He couldn’t leave me.

I begged the doctors to try this experiment another way.

“I can’t let you do this! What if he doesn’t survive? Can you bring him back? You don’t even know what they’ll do. There has to be another way.” I yelled at a tall man, scruffy brown face, eyes small enough to where you could mistake him for sleeping. He wore a large white cloak, resembling nothing of a savior. I envied his ability to impose a man who meant well. His tired eyes fixed upon mine, but I was distracted as his plump pale pink lips opened.

“I needed someone and he volunteered.”

“He was drunk!” I shouted. “He couldn’t have possibly meant anything he was saying! You just happened to waltz where we were and randomly chose him amongst so many others.”

I stared at him; I wish I could just burn into his skin with my eyes. He carried no sympathy for anyone’s’ words, in this case, anybody. There would have to be some God given miracle for him to have even the smallest heart for anyone. He smirked and ignored my input. At that moment, my anger burst into flames, leaving a visible path for my fear. Everyone around us stood – even took pictures – like tourists coming to see a documentary. They continued to watch, amazed and drawn by the vigorous movements the doctors fingers did while they flew across the keys, by the stillness of my lover as he laid helplessly on the cold metal table, and by the loud whirling noises those vicious invisible vampires made inside that shiny black metal box. The sounds of snapping cameras, whimpers from their immature demon children, and whispers of pathetic conversations from adults, irritated me; it only made my sick fever sky rocket. My rage was sitting at 205 degrees Fahrenheit.

“I’m sorry honey–” He began to say.

“Don’t you dare call me honey! I am of no relation to you any more than an enemy.”

“Okay, enemy, this is going to be life changing. If I don’t have a test subject soon, these things might eventually find a way to attack the human race…”

“WHAT?” Fear was well now above anger. 200 degrees.

“…Or not. We have to figure something out before they become smart enough to take over,” He then whispered, “Like they aren’t smart enough.”

I gave him a sinister look as he whispered those last words. How I prayed in my mind those could have been the last words he ever did speak.

“Can’t you experiment on something more…smaller?” I asked him, thinking animals could still be used as test subjects.

“Do you have a child?”

My mouth opened wide, ready to explode the most profane words, but knew it meant nothing. Clenching my fists, I tilted my head back letting my eyes roll to the back of my head. I breathed deep. I could imagine what I would do if I was to become a mother so soon.

He began punching buttons into the machine. Before I knew it, the compartment that held the monstrous creatures, was roaring to life.

“What? Don’t…DON’T!” My mind pained like I was in the middle of a thousand stampeding race horses. I, one small innocent, fragile pony that was suddenly forgotten of, was trampled by the rest of the herd. My arms clenched to the denim on my sides. What was I to do? If I tried to stop the doctor, he’d definitely be able to put me down. Aside those tired eyes, his young muscular figure could put me down with ease. I scanned the room.

“Oh…” I said. “Can you…since, I can’t stop you,” – I sniffed, struggling with my words- “Could you, tell me what you think is going to happen? I mean, when you release them, your hypothesis?”

He looked at me surprised that I could even partake in the idea of learning something I truly despised.

“Of course, sweetheart, Come on over.” I bit my tongue.

I’m felt angry again, but my fear started to cool down while approaching the doctor. Seeing him in that glass chamber made me think that if I was ever to irritate the doctor, he’d probably purposely hurt me by hurting him, possibly killing him. Perfection was all I could hope for. 202 degrees.

“Well,” he began, “While privately working with them months ago, we actually tested them on different types of foods. In my opinion they had great taste.” He chuckled, but straightened his face when I didn’t do so also.

He cleared this throat. “So um, we discovered that they definitely like sweet things, nothing too old and moldy, and they hate dairy. Sometimes when they come across a dairy product, they try reshaping it. But they usually fall short in frustration and end up destroying it. This never fails with cheese. They try to take the dairy out of it, but it ends up a mess. So they get rid of it.”

He looked inside the glass chamber. 205 degrees. 207 degrees. 209 degrees.

“Honestly,” he continued, “The way they destroy things is quite a sight I’ve never thought of seeing, but still, quite horrifying at the end.”

My arm twitched. I wanted to punch his mouth deep into the back of his skull. The words he spoke to me were so foul in the most decent of ways, but possibly true ones. I just didn’t want to hear them. I stood quiet.

“But of course, you wouldn’t want to hear how that happens, wouldn’t you honey?”

I closed my eyes.

“You know,” I finally spoke. “How come…Why didn’t you stop at the food experiments?” I opened my eyes staring blankly into his eyes. He twitched by the way I looked at him. “And haven’t you ever heard of lab mice? They were quite helpful back in the day.”

“See, well, over the years and brilliant minds of the 21st century, we’ve learned that a lab mouse really doesn’t show much data similar to what could honestly happen to humans themselves. The only way to find out how some thing affect a specific thing is to physically try it to that particular thing. And so, if we are ever going to figure out how the parasites are to humans, we need to do it to your friend over there.”

“So is Jason the only person this could be experimented on? Why can’t you do it to yourself? Since it is your experiment, shouldn’t you personally know how it feels when those things come in contact? I would think if you wanted true results, doctor, you would need to know how it physically feels.”

He picked up his head from the screen and simply looked at me. “Hmm…you do have a point.”

He ignored my pathetic input and kept on with his work.

I felt a bit better, at least. If I could keep the doctor stalling long enough for Jason to gain consciousness again and realize what is going on, there could be hope. He could probably talk to the doctor. He always has the better plan for things.

The doctor turned completely towards me. He had a smile on his face and that made my stomach turn. He placed his elbow on the corner of the desk, resting his chin on his palm, and continued to stare at me. My hands lopped at my sides, rocking gently for momentum, if need be. His fingers fumbled around and my eyes were drawn to the movement.

He raised his two index fingers and glided them up his arm, slowly. I breathed in a deep low breath. The noise of the people behind began to fade as they moved on onto another part of the tour.

By the time the doctor made it halfway up his arm, he signaled his two assistances out of the room. Without a sound, they left. I was feeling more anxious and frightened about what he was planning. I stayed calm, but my mind was running with the horses again.

His finger reached the base of his neck and then paused when it reached the bottom of his lip. My eyes widened and I tried looking away. I looked towards the screen, but he coughed when I did, thus, I continued to glare at him. My chest moved up and down in nervous breathings. I fumbled with my fingers, not knowing what to do with them. I looked at his lips and he opened his mouth with his finger still in place.

“You’re a pretty woman, yet too intelligent for your looks. Now, what is the reason why you can’t let him go?” –I cocked my head at him – “Hmm…it doesn’t surprise me that you didn’t understand that.”

I opened my mouth but he stopped me with a threat I wish I knew how to prevent.

The same index finger that he had sitting atop his bottom lip was now hovering over a button. I didn’t know exactly what this button was capable of, but I had a hunch of what it could possibly do. I closed my mouth to let him speak.

“Terrified? As I was saying, what has he done for you that another man can’t do more of?” – He paused –“Has he really been the best man you’ve ever had? I know you can do better. Every woman can do better. With one man, there is bound to be another that is better in some aspect.”

My stomach was churning. I needed to speak, take some kind of action. But I was terrified. I didn’t want to upset him. His life was wrapped around his finger.

I tried giving him what his mind asked for.

WHEN I SPOKE, his body language became less pleasing to me. But I continued to drag myself out of my comfort zone because his finger was pulling farther away from destruction.

“I never thought about taking part in any of this. I simply came here to save him.” –I looked at my love through the glass and felt a tear forming –“But when you spoke, something turned inside of me.”

“I bet. I knew he didn’t mean much to you. That’s why I took him. I find it only fair to share since you’re coming out as honest now. You were the most beautiful woman in that room. Yes, I needed a test subject, but I found it fair for myself to get something out of it. To know that something like this would actually work makes me feel more…like a man. You know?”

I breathed in and held my breath. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I let out a moan that I knew would please him.

“Yes.” I said through my sinister smile. “I wasn’t really happy at the party. I felt alone in that room with a wasted, uncontrollable partner by my side…well, more like a dancing psycho. You look like a very smart, controllable, and angelic young man.”