House of cards in a hurricane

Subject: Willis, Montana

Age: 18

Appearance: Short black hair, brown eyes, medium build, six feet tall.

Case:  Subject has been experiencing psychic behavior, ie; the ability to understand animals, visions of future events, and able to see that his prom date was cheating on him with the janitor. He has been brought in for testing at the administrators request.

After 24 hours in the preparation ward, subject is experiencing signs of fear and paranoia. He is to be handled with caution.


I'm not entirely sure how it happened. I was walking home from work, I saw a bird fly from a tree to a house and then... I woke up in this place. I haven't eaten, barely slept, and haven't seen or heard anybody in the past day. I feel awful, all my limbs are stiff, and I have nothing to keep myself occupied. As I try to sleep, I again wish that I was able to see what was going on. It seems obvious that I have certain powers, I just haven't learned to use them yet.


It's been four days and I'm beginning to feel my sanity slip away. My stomach aches, my head throbs, and my body itches. I can't imagine what these people would want with me. The thought that they want my powers occurred to me, but I somehow find it doubtful. Either I've been here too long, or I expect better treatment. In any case, I wish they could have been more courteous. 

Without warning, a hear a noise. I look up from the floor and see an opening. It doesn't look like a door, but more like the wall itself moved up. I find myself unwilling to care as I struggle to my feet and make my way out the door as fast as I can. I almost smile, but it hurts to move my face after how many times I whacked it against the wall.

I pass through the opening to the other side, and see a table, a toilet and shower. On the table there is a telephone, a toothbrush and a starfruit.  I walk over and pick up the starfruit. I just stare at it for a good minute before I devour it. It may not be much, but I still feel somewhat better. Immediately after cleaning myself and doing my business, the phone rings. I don't really want to pick it up, but I don't think I have much of a choice.


"Good morning Mr. Willis, how are you?"

"Dreadful, but I haven't completely lost my mind yet. Who is this?"

"You may call me "The administrator". As you might have guessed, I am the reason you're here." I feel myself getting angry, but calm myself before speaking. I know that screaming curse words at this guy wouldn't get me out of here.

"Pleased to meet you "The administrator". May I ask what it is you want with me?"

"I am interested in your ability. I wish to test you to see if you are useful to me. Are you interested?"

"If I say no, will you still let me leave?"

"I will not."

"And what if I prove useless?" I heard him chuckle for a bit.

"If there is no way that I can use you, I will wipe your memory and admit you into a hospital. It is really in your best interest to help me." He's right. He's got me on a string and he knows it just as well as I do. If I'm ever going to get out of this, I'm going to need to complete his trials.

"All right, I'll do it. When do I start?"

"Right away -click-." As he hung up, another opening appeared out of no where. I'm still curious as to how that happens, but I don't have time to worry about that right now. I take a deep breath, and walk into the next room.

The End

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