Lee's Experiment (standard:Psychological fiction, 2035 words)
Author: Zero Prospect	Added: Feb 27 2006	Views/Reads: 3424/2220	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
God will have his day, it just won't be in Lee's lifetime.

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"No, you probably don't. Now you can't tell anyone about this, at all.
Lee can get into a bunch of trouble. He has a laboratory in the 
basement, with all his test subjects down there." 

"Like mice and stuff?" 

"Like people and stuff." 

"What?" 

"Yeah." 

"Dude, you're fuckin crazy!" Greg grabbed Isaiah, knowing he would, the
second he's given the opportunity, jump up and sprint out of the house. 
I ran to lock the front door. 

"No, Isaiah, I am doing it for a good cause. Do you want to die?" 

"N... no..." Isaiah probably thought these were his last moments alive
so he stopped struggling. Greg was a big guy and Isaiah almost broke 
his hold. 

"Good, the end of the world will happen in 2012, I'm convinced. In order
for the end of the world to happen, God wants to see Christianty spread 
throughout the globe. Meaning, everyone knows what Jesus has done. 
Right?" 

"Sure." He was still scared half to death. 

"Greg make him a cup of tea or something." As Greg got up Isaiah
motioned that he wanted two cubes of sugar. "Anyway, I don't want to 
die when I'm seventy-two, I want to live to one hundred. I don't think 
you want to die at..." 

"I'm twenty-six." 

"Thirty-three, so, I am making sure Jesus's name doesn't reach some
people so early." 

"I see. So you want me to become a... a 'test subject?' " 

"Oh no, of course not. I just wanted Greg to see my newest project...
which reminds me. Greg?" 

"Yeah?" 

"Did you hear all that?" 

"Yeah." 

"Good. So, do you guys want to see them?" 

"See what?" 

"My subjects." I said with a malevolent grin. He gave a weak half-smile
in return. 

"Let's go, then." Isaiah and I got up from our chairs, and Greg came
into the front room from the kitchen. We walked towards a small door to 
the right of the dining room door. I pulled out a small key from my 
pocket and unlocked it. I opened it and flicked a light switch. We 
glided down a flight of stairs and stopped in a dark corridor. It was 
dimly lit by the light at the top of the stairs. 

We walked to the second door on the left and went in. I flicked another
light switch. The room erupted with screams. We were standing on a 
platform at the front of the room. Below us were 34 screaming subjects. 
Edward was in another room. There were the five mothers, the twenty 
five children, and the four children they produced. 

"Thirty three... Thirty four... yep, they're all here." I turned to
Isaiah and Greg. Their mouths, wide open, their eyes, wide open, their 
expressions, priceless. "What do you guys think?" 

"Wow, Lee... wow..." Greg has known me since Flora, my former wife,
died. Which is about thirty years and he knows I had never done 
anything to this sort of scale before. Usually there were only one or 
two subjects, now I have a little under three dozen. 

"I know! They are going to breed forever, so a certain part of the world
will never know Jesus's name, so the world will never end! Isn't that 
great?" I turned from my dumbfounded friends back to the subjects. 
Their faces, pale from lack of sunlight, they were toothpick skinny. I 
don't know why though, I feed them every time I get the chance and 
there's a vat of water down there. Their eyes were all pale blue or 
brown, like their fathers, and their hair was all shaved, to avoid lice 
and other vermin that spread diseases. 

They are cleaned and sanitized everyday. Unlike their father, none of
them can speak any language at all. They could only shriek and scream. 

"To think, it all started with my son. Isaiah, would you like to meet my
Edward?" 

"Sure..." we left and locked the door behind us, the screams and shrieks
still emitting from within. The three of us made our way to the door on 
the opposite side of the corridor. I unlocked the door and went inside. 
A man was reading a book on a couch I had put down here. There wasn't 
much else he could do in here, so all he did was either read books or 
lift weights. 

He looked at us. His stone blue and brown eyes shot from me, to Greg,
and to Isaiah, who was looking more puzzled than before. 

"Father! How nice to see you." 

"Edward, you are looking great! Nice and in shape too! You're getting to
be a big boy!" I turned and locked the door, Isaiah quickly noticed 
what I was doing and looked like he was going into a panic. "Don't 
worry, just making sure Edward doesn't get out. He's one of them, you 
know." 

"Edward, you remember Greg, right?" They looked at each other and
smiled. 

"Of course," He looked at me. "How can I forget my own son?" It took
Isaiah a second to figure out what he had just said, but when he did, 
his expression was priceless, again. 

"You see, Isaiah, Edward's my father, which means Lee is my
grandfather." 

"You said he was a friend of your fathers!" He just stood there. 

"Yeah, he is a friend. You don't have to be not related to be friends."
Greg and Edward smiled. 

"You see Isaiah, food is expensive nowadays, and I have to feed 36
people! I can't do that. I am rich but I don't have that kind of money, 
so..." 

"Holy, shit! No, No! Help! Please help!" Isaiah was bit slow, but he
wasn't that dumb, I'm pretty sure he figured it out pretty damn fast. 
Isaiah turned towards the door, kicking, screaming, flailing for his 
life. "Oh God! Help Me!" 

"God's not gonna help you! In fact he's the reason you're here! He's the
reason you will die today..." We had a small chuckle at that. Isaiah 
was obviously deciding his options, which there weren't many of. "So 
you can either die easy... or painfully. Which will you choose?" 

"You can go to Hell!" He fell to the floor. 

"Not anytime soon, so I'm not that concerned." I pulled a gun from my
pocket. I aimed it at Isaiah's head. He stared down the barrel. 

"No, please! I'll do anything! Don't kill me." He put his hands out in
front of him. I hate it when they beg for their lives, I almost feel 
guilty or regretful. 

"It's for a good cause." I cocked the gun and Isaiah jumped on me. I was
old, I was in my sixties and he thinks he has the right to jump on me! 
It's an outrage! Edward came over and picked him up. Isaiah flailed 
around and kicked Edward in the testicles as he tried to undo his grip. 
Edward didn't even flinch, since feeling of the testicles is part of 
his self-control factor. 

"Isaiah, anything you'd like to say before you die?" He stopped trying
to escape, he knew he was as good as dead anyway. I put the gun up to 
his temple. 

"Yeah, I'll see you in Hell." His eyes were puffy and red, his face was
flustered. He was staring me in the eyes. 

"I thought I told you, I don't care." I pulled the trigger, blood and
other pieces and bits splattered on nearby bookcases. Edward dropped 
Isaiah Wallace's body on the cold concrete and looked at me. 

"Well, let me go carve this one. Greg, you go out and try to find some
more." Edward picked Isaiah's carcass up off the ground. 

"Alright, father." I unlocked the door for Greg. He went up the stairs,
a moment later I heard the front door slam shut. 

I watched Edward go to the next door over. I went ahead and walked
upstairs, and into the kitchen. I had a cup of Isaiah's tea, and 
returned into the front room. I turned on the television, sat in my 
favorite chair, and waited for Greg to come back with more people. I 
changed the channel to a news station. It was talking about local 
kidnappings in my area... 


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