There is a door at the end of the hall that looks like a possible escape route. You approach the door with caution. It has letters on it. You squint, trying to get used to the light or rather the lack there of. It reads, "TIXE" and you think, "What? Oh duh. The Doctor probably was dyslexic and tried to write EXIT!" You feel good about yourself, like you are getting closer to making an escape. You hear footsteps behind you. You quickly turn around to see the Doctor. How did he come back to consciousness so quickly? The Doctor is looking straight at you. His voice echoes eerily down the hall, "How did you get here?"
Obviously, he is playing a trick on you. You stare him right in the eye. You can feel the metal syringe bending ever so slightly within your clenched fingers. The Doctor comes galloping towards you. Excitedly, he begins to yell, "You must be something other than a -- " He doesn't get to finish. He got too close, and you didn't have time to think twice. You sink the needle deep into one of his pressure points. The man should have been gone the moment he was almost impaled, yet he lets out his intended last word, "clone." Somehow he sounds peaceful and manages a relaxed smile. You turn around to the door that has "TIXE" written on it and slowly exit.
Obviously, he is playing a trick on you. You stare him right in the eye. You can feel the metal syringe bending ever so slightly within your clenched fingers. The Doctor comes galloping towards you. Excitedly, he begins to yell, "You must be something other than a -- " He doesn't get to finish. He got too close, and you didn't have time to think twice. You sink the needle deep into one of his pressure points. The man should have been gone the moment he was almost impaled, yet he lets out his intended last word, "clone." Somehow he sounds peaceful and manages a relaxed smile. You turn around to the door that has "TIXE" written on it and slowly exit.
The End
Lewis T. Castle
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