The Mannequins
Truth be told, I never actually thought we could get this far. It’s been days since we have eaten. Weeks since we last slept, and months since we escaped that nightmare. My friends and I have been running for what seems to be days now. Escaped with only our clothing, it was as if they let us out themselves. We could not believe the imaginative creative ways we accomplished. But then again, we have no idea who we are.
I would introduce myself but even I do not know who I am. The people in white called me ‘Project x-teen-4', I assumed I am the fourth one. For there are four of us here at the moment. Though before the soupcan description, I really can not tell you who I am. Besides the labels and the hellish experiments, I can say that I am not one of the idiots that have tried to contain me since I can remember. Contain me from what you ask? Well, let’s just say; that we are not your usual experiments. Much so, we are being hunted from people much like us. But we are special you see, for each action we make, we learn a much better outcome than the previous problem.
It’s like some sort of game to these people. However, if my assumptions are correct, then eventually we will be the ones making the rules to this silly cat and mouse routine. Oh what the hell am I saying, I am acting like an old fool. Just looking at one of my fellow runners has me at a rise. Figuratively speaking, there are moments I wish to mate the two females. Ok, now I am getting sidetracked: up ahead was our last checkpoint. Having nothing of hand to use, the other male did something that did not quite register to me. I dare not describe it, it’s not comprehensible at the moment.
Before I knew, it was all too easy. Like all of this was just a dream. I looked over at the other three and we all just stood there silently in the night. Our eyes matched with all of us, and we were dumbfounded that we actually escaped somehow. Then again, it was obvious enough that we are of a higher being. Having escaped a place we were contained in like it was child play has us with more questions then there are answers. There really was no valuable explanation to the situation we had just escaped from. So we just looked at each other in awe.
I myself continued to breathe heavily. Slowly looking down at the hands. These hands, the tools used in this escapade. Clenching them and placing them to my chest was the first emotion of relief I have felt. I knew what it was, but I never felt it. Who am I? What am I? What am I running for? What are they running for?
