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March 7th, 2006, 06:48 PM
The Mirror Effect
By: Andrew Elkins
It was a cold rainy night. Lightning was flashing outside barred windows instantly followed by thunder. It was the perfect night for interrogation. The surroundings alone were enough to intimidate any man, meek or bold.
There was a man in a chair in the middle of the tiny room in which he sat. At first he seemed dead, but if you look closely you would notice his chest rising and falling ever so slightly. Though he was waking up the man did not open his eyes. For a brief moment the man was terrified. He could not remember the slightest detail of anything for a moment until he asked himself “Who am I?”
Then everything came back to him. His name was John Richard Raleigh. Family man, teacher, husband.
Opening his eyes John realized all he could see was blur. His stomach felt like it was in a knot. He felt seasick . He didn’t want to throw up, but his stomach did. He tried to bend over to let his stomach have its way,
but realized that he was tied to a chair.
He tried to hold it, but it was too late. His clothes were covered in a foul, sticky substance. It left a bad taste in his mouth. A few minutes later his vision returned. He pulled his head up. The constant sound of rain and thunder only made his already aching head feel worse. He turned his head while his eyes wandered. It was a small dimly lit room. It reminded him of an interrogation room he once saw on TV. There was a single light hanging above his head. Though it was dim it hurt to look at. The corners of the room were covered in shadow. He made out three distinct human shapes, each having its own corner. One began to walk out and was followed by the others as if he were their leader.
Some how it all seemed familiar to him.
One of the men was cracking his knuckles. He was a rather large man with dark brown hair, easily twice the size of John. On his jacket the words SAM were sown in. One of the other two had a lab coat on, and was holding something that looked like a rod shimmering a faint glow. It took him a few second to realize it was a woman about his age. She was a little shorter than him though. She was very slender and had long black hair perfectly straight but had curves at the end. John began having thoughts of lust but he put them towards the back of his mind... now was not the time. She wore a I.D. card clipped to her coat. It read Anderson, Penny mental Doctrine I.D. #1X4H-29JR-H7B4-BLUE. The last one looked like a business man judging by his black suit red tie, and mahogany colored briefcase. He seemed to be in his mid forty’s with light brown hair. The big brute stuck his hand into his pocket and pulled something metallic from it. He slipped it on his hand. When John suddenly realized what it was he took a deep breathe from being startled.
But his breathe was in vain, being lost by a swift blow to the stomach. Suddenly
John felt like he had coughed up his whole stomach. He threw up again but only this time with some blood. The silence was broken when the man in the suite spoke up saying “Very tricky.”. John gave the man a confused look. “Very tricky indeed.” the man repeated.
John finally decided to speak up and say “Who are you!? And where am I!?”.
After speaking John was rewarded with a blow to the face and several to the stomach from the big brute. “Sam, stop it! He has a right to know... though he should know who I am... Very strange.”. The man put his hand to his chin and looked like he started thinking. Then “Penny”spoke up and said in a harsh voice
“We want to know everything. And you are going to tell us everything. Got it?”.
John nodded dumbly with agreement.
“Good” she said.
“Who do you work for?”
“Who do I work for? What the hell does that mean!?”
“You know damn well what it means! Who sent you here?”
“What are you talking about?”
Penny looked angry and baffled, John seemed genuinely confused.
“You are a poor spy, continuing on like you don’t know anything even when you are caught.”
“Spy what the hell are you talking about I’m no spy!!”
“Shut the hell up!”
Sam madly as if he belonged in a mental ward followed by a blow to the face, obviously he had been waiting to release his anger on him for quite a while, storing it for just the right moment. John’s anger went off like a bomb.
John kicked Sam in the shins sending him to the ground. If the chair was not bolted to the floor he would have fallen too. John was both thankful and upset that he was bolted down. John had kicked the brute about 3 times (he had lost count when he stopped caring.) when Penny had risen the shimmering rod to strike him, but the man in the suit was not going to allow that.
He grabbed her wrist and said “Are you and idiot!? We have not even learned anything yet!” Penny wrinkled her forehead and said in an irritated tone “Sir.”
“Lets see what he says this time.” This time!? What did he mean by this time? Had this happened before? But how?
John was so shocked and baffled he stopped his attack. Sitting there confused, staring off into the distance , and trying to understand what the man had said, he had lost all attention to bleeding the man on the floor.
Sam had already risen to his feet by the time John had finally realized he let the man get up with enough time to retaliate.
Yet another blow to the face that nearly threw the bolted chair off it hinges, with a loud screech.
Johns body couldn’t handle anymore damage. He couldn’t even hold is head up so he just let it droop. He felt something come loose in his mouth. It hurt at first but eventually it stopped. He spit out whatever it was that came out. It was not surprisingly a tooth. Two others were loose but he didn’t want to bother those and lose more. “Now then lets try this again.” the man said in the suit. “You still haven’t answered my question.” John said while starting to gather his energy to hold up his head.
“You still haven’t answered mine either.”
“I told you, I do not know, anything about being a spy!”
“Yet another loyal slave dog who wont even breathe his masters name even to his dying breathe, pathetic. Oh, where are my manners? My name is Joseph Miliandro keys.”
“OK if you aren’t a spy what do you do for a living?”, Penny said in a questioning voice. “I’m a friggin’ highschool teacher.” John said. “Sir come here.”, Penny said while gesturing with her finger to follow him into a corner. Jacob followed. Penny whispered to him “Sir, we won’t get any information out of him.”.
“Yes we will, lets just test his... durability just a bit more.” Joseph said with a grin.
They tortured John for two hours straight with no rest. But finally the had stopped.
“Tell us what you know!!” Jacob said with his tie loosen, cufflinks undone, sleeves rolled up and his shirt loose. Sam sat in a chair all worn out from all the beatings he gave. “I knew this would be tough, they don’t ever talk, such fools!” Penny said seeming furious. John sat in his seat. While in so much pain death seemed like a blessing.
“That’s it!” Jacob said while straightening his clothes and combing back his hair. Everyone looked at him weather with a grin, a raised eyebrow or an uncaring exhausted facial expression. “Use it.” he said in a very calm voice much different from the voice he used a moment ago.
“Sir.” Penny said. John had no idea what they were talking about, though he knew it wasn’t good. Penny grabbed the rod and clicked a button. The rod opened and extended becoming much brighter. John was struck. This time not by a fist, not by the bloody torture objects he had seen earlier, but by déjà vu. He did not know why but it all seemed so familiar.
“Sorry, but you would not cooperate.” Penny said with an almost sincere but dark violent sound. As Penny became closer he could hear the rod hum feeling the vibrations coursing through his brain. Penny hit another button and a hole opened up at the tip releasing a tri tipped point that sparked with life. A Green light appeared out of the hole. Penny held the light right next to his forehead and it seemed like the world around him melted.
It felt like he was floating. It seemed as if he was in darkness. Nothing. He felt warm and a bit relaxed. But that all changed when, all of a sudden that world seemed to melt as well. Opening his eyes John noticed he was in the same room as before. He looked into the corners. And there they were the people who had just tortured him nearly to death. He realized why he had all that “déjà vu”, why Joseph said what he did and why he stopped penny from using the rod! Because they wanted to question him! The reason was because he experienced it all before! It was the same!! John closed his eyes again hoping to wake up from the nightmare he was just in, and to try to fight all of his fears that were rushing him at the same time. All of a sudden he heard a voice say “very tricky”.
John let out a scream that took all his air stole his lungs. But for no reason. He knew it didn’t make a difference no one would hear him. Because he was a spy, he knew, he was well hidden from the world he knew and they were willing enough to get what they needed from him no matter how long it took or how many times they would have to do it again.
This story was invented in my mind for one of my writing classes, so I had to keep cursing at a minimum and could not go into detail with the tourturing but I have edited this a bit because I felt some things felt a bit childish.
This story took me about 45 min. to come up with the concept make a partial draft, type up with a bit of improvising and it took about an hour to rewrite the "better" version.
You may post either constructive or destructive feed backs, I don't mind I'd rather you be honest.
Peice of my book (being written)
By: Andrew Elkins
It was a cold rainy night. Lightning was flashing outside barred windows instantly followed by thunder. It was the perfect night for interrogation. The surroundings alone were enough to intimidate any man, meek or bold.
There was a man in a chair in the middle of the tiny room in which he sat. At first he seemed dead, but if you look closely you would notice his chest rising and falling ever so slightly. Though he was waking up the man did not open his eyes. For a brief moment the man was terrified. He could not remember the slightest detail of anything for a moment until he asked himself “Who am I?”
Then everything came back to him. His name was John Richard Raleigh. Family man, teacher, husband.
Opening his eyes John realized all he could see was blur. His stomach felt like it was in a knot. He felt seasick . He didn’t want to throw up, but his stomach did. He tried to bend over to let his stomach have its way,
but realized that he was tied to a chair.
He tried to hold it, but it was too late. His clothes were covered in a foul, sticky substance. It left a bad taste in his mouth. A few minutes later his vision returned. He pulled his head up. The constant sound of rain and thunder only made his already aching head feel worse. He turned his head while his eyes wandered. It was a small dimly lit room. It reminded him of an interrogation room he once saw on TV. There was a single light hanging above his head. Though it was dim it hurt to look at. The corners of the room were covered in shadow. He made out three distinct human shapes, each having its own corner. One began to walk out and was followed by the others as if he were their leader.
Some how it all seemed familiar to him.
One of the men was cracking his knuckles. He was a rather large man with dark brown hair, easily twice the size of John. On his jacket the words SAM were sown in. One of the other two had a lab coat on, and was holding something that looked like a rod shimmering a faint glow. It took him a few second to realize it was a woman about his age. She was a little shorter than him though. She was very slender and had long black hair perfectly straight but had curves at the end. John began having thoughts of lust but he put them towards the back of his mind... now was not the time. She wore a I.D. card clipped to her coat. It read Anderson, Penny mental Doctrine I.D. #1X4H-29JR-H7B4-BLUE. The last one looked like a business man judging by his black suit red tie, and mahogany colored briefcase. He seemed to be in his mid forty’s with light brown hair. The big brute stuck his hand into his pocket and pulled something metallic from it. He slipped it on his hand. When John suddenly realized what it was he took a deep breathe from being startled.
But his breathe was in vain, being lost by a swift blow to the stomach. Suddenly
John felt like he had coughed up his whole stomach. He threw up again but only this time with some blood. The silence was broken when the man in the suite spoke up saying “Very tricky.”. John gave the man a confused look. “Very tricky indeed.” the man repeated.
John finally decided to speak up and say “Who are you!? And where am I!?”.
After speaking John was rewarded with a blow to the face and several to the stomach from the big brute. “Sam, stop it! He has a right to know... though he should know who I am... Very strange.”. The man put his hand to his chin and looked like he started thinking. Then “Penny”spoke up and said in a harsh voice
“We want to know everything. And you are going to tell us everything. Got it?”.
John nodded dumbly with agreement.
“Good” she said.
“Who do you work for?”
“Who do I work for? What the hell does that mean!?”
“You know damn well what it means! Who sent you here?”
“What are you talking about?”
Penny looked angry and baffled, John seemed genuinely confused.
“You are a poor spy, continuing on like you don’t know anything even when you are caught.”
“Spy what the hell are you talking about I’m no spy!!”
“Shut the hell up!”
Sam madly as if he belonged in a mental ward followed by a blow to the face, obviously he had been waiting to release his anger on him for quite a while, storing it for just the right moment. John’s anger went off like a bomb.
John kicked Sam in the shins sending him to the ground. If the chair was not bolted to the floor he would have fallen too. John was both thankful and upset that he was bolted down. John had kicked the brute about 3 times (he had lost count when he stopped caring.) when Penny had risen the shimmering rod to strike him, but the man in the suit was not going to allow that.
He grabbed her wrist and said “Are you and idiot!? We have not even learned anything yet!” Penny wrinkled her forehead and said in an irritated tone “Sir.”
“Lets see what he says this time.” This time!? What did he mean by this time? Had this happened before? But how?
John was so shocked and baffled he stopped his attack. Sitting there confused, staring off into the distance , and trying to understand what the man had said, he had lost all attention to bleeding the man on the floor.
Sam had already risen to his feet by the time John had finally realized he let the man get up with enough time to retaliate.
Yet another blow to the face that nearly threw the bolted chair off it hinges, with a loud screech.
Johns body couldn’t handle anymore damage. He couldn’t even hold is head up so he just let it droop. He felt something come loose in his mouth. It hurt at first but eventually it stopped. He spit out whatever it was that came out. It was not surprisingly a tooth. Two others were loose but he didn’t want to bother those and lose more. “Now then lets try this again.” the man said in the suit. “You still haven’t answered my question.” John said while starting to gather his energy to hold up his head.
“You still haven’t answered mine either.”
“I told you, I do not know, anything about being a spy!”
“Yet another loyal slave dog who wont even breathe his masters name even to his dying breathe, pathetic. Oh, where are my manners? My name is Joseph Miliandro keys.”
“OK if you aren’t a spy what do you do for a living?”, Penny said in a questioning voice. “I’m a friggin’ highschool teacher.” John said. “Sir come here.”, Penny said while gesturing with her finger to follow him into a corner. Jacob followed. Penny whispered to him “Sir, we won’t get any information out of him.”.
“Yes we will, lets just test his... durability just a bit more.” Joseph said with a grin.
They tortured John for two hours straight with no rest. But finally the had stopped.
“Tell us what you know!!” Jacob said with his tie loosen, cufflinks undone, sleeves rolled up and his shirt loose. Sam sat in a chair all worn out from all the beatings he gave. “I knew this would be tough, they don’t ever talk, such fools!” Penny said seeming furious. John sat in his seat. While in so much pain death seemed like a blessing.
“That’s it!” Jacob said while straightening his clothes and combing back his hair. Everyone looked at him weather with a grin, a raised eyebrow or an uncaring exhausted facial expression. “Use it.” he said in a very calm voice much different from the voice he used a moment ago.
“Sir.” Penny said. John had no idea what they were talking about, though he knew it wasn’t good. Penny grabbed the rod and clicked a button. The rod opened and extended becoming much brighter. John was struck. This time not by a fist, not by the bloody torture objects he had seen earlier, but by déjà vu. He did not know why but it all seemed so familiar.
“Sorry, but you would not cooperate.” Penny said with an almost sincere but dark violent sound. As Penny became closer he could hear the rod hum feeling the vibrations coursing through his brain. Penny hit another button and a hole opened up at the tip releasing a tri tipped point that sparked with life. A Green light appeared out of the hole. Penny held the light right next to his forehead and it seemed like the world around him melted.
It felt like he was floating. It seemed as if he was in darkness. Nothing. He felt warm and a bit relaxed. But that all changed when, all of a sudden that world seemed to melt as well. Opening his eyes John noticed he was in the same room as before. He looked into the corners. And there they were the people who had just tortured him nearly to death. He realized why he had all that “déjà vu”, why Joseph said what he did and why he stopped penny from using the rod! Because they wanted to question him! The reason was because he experienced it all before! It was the same!! John closed his eyes again hoping to wake up from the nightmare he was just in, and to try to fight all of his fears that were rushing him at the same time. All of a sudden he heard a voice say “very tricky”.
John let out a scream that took all his air stole his lungs. But for no reason. He knew it didn’t make a difference no one would hear him. Because he was a spy, he knew, he was well hidden from the world he knew and they were willing enough to get what they needed from him no matter how long it took or how many times they would have to do it again.
This story was invented in my mind for one of my writing classes, so I had to keep cursing at a minimum and could not go into detail with the tourturing but I have edited this a bit because I felt some things felt a bit childish.
This story took me about 45 min. to come up with the concept make a partial draft, type up with a bit of improvising and it took about an hour to rewrite the "better" version.
You may post either constructive or destructive feed backs, I don't mind I'd rather you be honest.
Peice of my book (being written)