((The Beginning by One OK Rock))At first, fear overtook him. This time, it was not about pain. Or even death. It was the fear of losing hope. Being trapped here forever after killing someone. After facing his own death.There they were; he saw them. It was impossible to escape the narrow path blocked in every direction. Even with his ability, what was he going to do? He would only be back in his tiny glass room. Along with other boys and girls. The ones behind these black walls. Only pain and horrifying death awaited them. Then there was this strange thought he had never had before. That none of them should be locked up in here. Not just him. They all should be free.As they were closing the distance, he stood there holding hostage to one of the people who had been responsible for his and other children&rsquo
((Bulletproof by Godsmack)) Concerning the unexpected hostage situation–though true that hostage situations are not generally expected, this one was more so than the others–, the most affected were none of the parties that were present on the basement level 3 corridor but the DRAs. That was, of course, if you would ignore the party whose head had just gotten blown off. The DRAs were people at the Department of Robotics and Artificial Intelligence. Following the Managing Director, they were the second most hated in the entire building that conspired with 60 stories. Being a scientist and medical doctor himself, Dr. Hadarit Aber had no clue how AIs were programmed or designed aside from how to order them around. Thus, apart from their major responsibilities, the DRA handled everything that involved AIs, including who should have authority over the robots and who should not, unless the Director gave them a specific order. Shelves, tables, and cabinet filled the level and a mess of wi
((Made of Stone by Evanescence)) He chose one of the other six elevators–not the middle one, where they had usually forced him inside. There must be a reason why the machines had always selected that one. Usually, two illuminated circles would appear when someone would show their palm before the panel but it did not work now. The smooth, plain white surface remained the same. The footsteps behind him were getting louder and louder. So close. He must get inside right now; otherwise, every single pain he had gone through would be useless. He pressed his palm around the panel; nothing appeared. With all his strength in his tired, thin body, he tried to push the white barrier aside. ‘Open! Open! Open!!’ he screamed internally. All his force was on his hands; there was nothing to grip on, not even a hairline crack. ‘Clunk. Clunk. Clunk’ the noises came from right behind him. Before he could turn around, a heavy strike landed on the back of his head. He lost his balance, feeling dizzy.
((Eden by BATTLE BEAST)) With a gloomy realization, he swore. Right. Swearing was among other things he had picked up on this torturous path. This again! The alarms, the warning, the long pause, the footsteps, the shot, and then the headless body. The blood splashed all over him again, which gave him a new idea. He regarded the body, especially its certain part. One thing led to another, and he peeked at the babbling person and his group at the other end of the corridor. He smiled, liking his own thought. With the background of mechanical parts shifting and switching, twenty-five considered the blade in his hand. It was too small to do the job. It would take at least several minutes. There was no way he would have that much time. He even doubted if it would be possible to cut bones. If only he had a weapon bigger than this. When he ran, he had a plan in mind. These people had more than one gun on their bodies. A few people dropped the ones in their hands when the machine hands went
((Throne by Bring Me The Horizon)) Up it was, but he realized after wasting a few seconds that would not have mattered. The door opened immediately. Twenty-five was ready to give a bullet to whoever awaited on the other side, but thankfully, it was vacant. Inside, he had to display the hand again to see the floor numbers. There were 60 circles in total, unlike in the middle elevator, including the ones combined with alphabets, such as the current floor B3. He could easily figure out how the ‘Bs’ on ten floors represented basements because of one button G. He had heard a few times some people mentioning ‘ground floor’ casually, and G could only mean that. If that was the case, B could also be something related to ‘ground’; for that, Underground would make sense, and similarly, it also meant ‘basement’. In choosing a floor, he had to gamble, since he did not know where he should go. Although they had dragged him along multiple levels while they were humiliating him, the numbers of fl
((Stressed Out by Twenty One Pilots)) He recognized her. The stern-faced woman who had a dislike for Gable Raciti. Yet, what was the difference? She was the same as him in the end. These people all had made those little treatments on them. And speaking of treatments, he had a few questions to ask. “Don’t move,” he ordered, despite knowing it was unnecessary. The scientist would not move anyway, given how she was staring at him: horrified. He was aware of how he would look like, with the guns, all the blood, and the hand. A monster was what he ended up to be while trying to escape from other monsters. He threw a glance at the numbers on the side panel. Under his instructions, the woman gave a verbal command to the system to go to level 50 and locked the elevator from the inside, preventing it from opening on other floors. Aiming the gun at her, he said to the air, “I know you people are watching this. So listen carefully. Don’t lock this elevator. Don’t break it open. Do NOTHING th
((21 Guns by Green Day)) He swung around and found no one was there; she was gone. The door was closing shut under his eyes; on its surface were the twirling vines he hadn’t noticed before. The metallic black vines were moving as if they were sentient. He doubted he would be able to get out of this room himself. He could try breaking the door but he didn’t. It turned out to be the right decision because while twenty-five was indecisive about what to do next, his enemies had blocked the only way out. If he broke through the door, they would have killed him, as they were already at the door when the woman exited. The surveillance team informed them how he was inside and even the exact location he was standing. In less than six seconds after the scientist’s exit, they entered the room with lethal force. He was between the desk and the glass wall when they barged in. Dozens of guns fired simultaneously; a deadly rain of bullets envelop the room in vengeance, too eager to tear their
((It's My Life by Bon Jovi)) ***About three weeks ago*** The Ground was probably one of the most interesting and also the most dangerous neighborhoods in CNA. Its existence had been a focus in political debates as almost every president boasted to end the poverty in this continental country but apparently, no one had not accomplished that. Jack –short, stout, and bald– who was the owner of a pizza stall or more accurately a pizza-hovercar, was making small talk with his customers. “You’re right, Jack,” one customer agreed about something with him. “Happy birthday,” the owner said to another customer, handing him a pizza box. “Thanks. You remembered,” the second customer smiled in surprise before leaving. He continued his discussion with the first customer. For Jack, it was typical. He was well known to remember details about every regular customer of his. In front of his opened-roofed colorless hovercar, half a dozen people were waiting in line. Here, walkers–people who travel