Tuesday, September 7, 2010

We were dropped off in this huge place, like a cold factory. People in white lab coats worked upon and cleaned machinery, bright shiny steel machinery that was white. The ceilings were high, high up. Lit by white fixtures, i looked at the huge white-paned windows, so tall and wide that they were like a cinema screen. they were that foggy kind of glass, so you couldn't see through them, and the walls were white. Something was perverse about this place. Something was wrong about the brown stains the white clad men wiped off of the blades.
Then people started gasping and screaming, as we looked around. I tried to stifle my panic, but couldn't. As we walked through the place, we saw as the blood on the ground came into view, we saw the giant refrigerators open and filled with meat as the workers put in more. I took a closer look at the giant, clinical implements, and realized they were saws. Saws, cutting knives, grinders, needles, injectors, positioned above huge slats with straps for holding creatures in...What was this place? It was like a giant, sickly slaughter house, but far more sinister. It was like something out of an alien horror flick. but it was real. I started to cry, many people did.
As we walked through, we all started as we suddenly heard an ear-splitting scream. What I saw would traumatize me for life.
A white-clad man and woman were standing around a struggling man strapped down on one of the slats, shouting and howling. The woman controlled a giant saw with a little joystick. It hummed hungrily as it was brought down slowly towards the man's body, he went silent and turned pale with fear, frozen.
As it hit his flesh, he screamed bloody murder.
I remembered all those times I had described screams as "bloody murder". How the boy had screamed "bloody murder" when he broke his nose at school, how the lady in that TV show screamed "bloody murder" when she found a spider in her salad...But this was bloody murder. His blood went spattering over the white walls, the white coats, as he screamed his life out. The people doing the deed were unfased as his organs spilled onto the floor. People around me fainted and puked. We were then moved along by our silent captors with guns. The fainted ones were dragged away in a different direction...

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