A school competition...

[Nightfall 3,950]

I'm trying to work on something for tomorrow so I can enter it into a competition. I want to know how many of you think that it is a decent start. It's in the spoiler.

 

 

 

 

Morning Sun

He woke up as he was shaken. He glanced at the clock as quickly as he could. 4:34 AM. He sighed, trying to roll over. But he couldn’t; someone was holding him down. He looked up and saw three backlit guards, all dressed in their blue-black uniform and wearing their bullet-proof vests. Not that they would do much against the laser guns that were growing in use in war.

 

“Come on. You have to be on time.”

 

Then he remembered. He was going to be testing the military’s new training strategy as a third party. He had volunteered for this; well, volunteered being used loosely. His boss had volunteered him, thinking him the best cut out for the job.

 

“Hurry up, or you’ll be late.”

 

The guard sounded like he was slowly losing his patience. He got up and rolled out of the bed, following the guards down the hall. He had slept inside the barracks under the orders of the test leaders. But he didn’t care. His feet hit the cold floor with a pat, pat, pat, down seemingly endless halls and numerous corners. After what seemed like hours of walking and enough turns to have them heading back towards his room, he looked up and saw a set of double doors. It looked like the kinds one would see in a hospital, the kinds of doors leading into the OR. He guards pushed them open, and two of them stood at the doors as the final guard and he walked through. The room was white, pure white, in the shape of a circle, with a table in the center and a ring of computers on the outside. Several men, and a couple of women, in what looked like lab coats were standing near the table, while another set fussed over one of the computers. It was nearly completely quiet, even with the fussing. One of the men turned and motioned him to the center of the room, as the guard stopped, turned, and left the room. The men and women were talking about some kind of synthesizer, some kind of program, when the stopped, seeing him approach.

 

“Ah ha. There you are.”

 

It was the doctor who had motioned him to the center of the room. He had messy gray hair and looked almost as if he had little sleep the night before. His voice was almost hoarse, and his movements were the fastest he had ever seen. He was probably in his late 60s.

 

“Now, are you ready?”

 

He could only nod. He felt as if the room was perfect, and he just entered as an impurity. He didn’t want to further the feeling.

 

“All right, then. Get onto the table.”

 

The scientists stepped away from the table, forming a path towards it. As he passed by, a couple of the scientist glared at him, as if he wasn’t supposed to be there and that this was all just a dream. Yet another couple looked like the prototype androids that had been in the news all week. It made him uncomfortable and nervous. He got onto the table and lied down slowly, as a few of the people strapped him onto the table.

 

“Now,” the scientist was saying, although he couldn’t see him. “Now, get ready. Close your eyes. Take a deep breath… good. Now remember, you will not be in reality; it may feel like it is, but it isn’t.”

 

He started feeling like he was fading.

 

“And one more thing,” the scientist was saying, his voice fading with the rest of the world. “Last until dawn…”