text: [Themes: sci-fi]
  
  You are walking in a military compound. This compound is familiar to you, but you have come across a section you have never seen before. If it wasn't for your commander guiding you, you may get lost down these echoing hallways. He beckons you to a room on the inner concourse of the compound, which appears to be some sort of computer laboratory.
  
  "Good news soldier, you have been chosen." He says confidently. "But remember, this is highly classified, so you cannot speak of it."
  
  In confusion, you ask what you have been chosen for. He seems amused at your question.
  
  "It is completely under wraps and I am not yet under liberty to tell you exactly what the mission entails."
  
  You ask then, what you must do, if he can even tell you that.
  
  "Well, first, you will be injected with an experimental drug whose name I cannot share, you will be put into an induced and monitored sleep, and you will be hooked into a machine. Simply, retrieve the info and don't die. There will be consequences if you fail either part of that.
  
  What kind of consequences, you question.
  
  "You'll be told later, now, do you accept the mission soldier?"
  
  > Refuse
  No, you say. You refuse to be part of any mission that sounds that dangerous with so little information. Yet, at your answer, your commander seems amused again.
  "Sorry, you really don't have a choice, that was just me being polite."
  Doctors rush out of the room and drag you forcefully into the room. They begin to strap you down to a weird hospital bed that seems to be covered in wires. Your struggling gets you nowhere.
  The lead doctor looks over and says, "Please, just relax."
  
  > Down the Rabbithole
  The team of doctors begin to pierce your arms with a bunch of wires and IVs. The world begins to spin around you and the colors begins to seep and mix with each other. You can hear the people talking but it sounds like you are hearing them speak underwater. One voice seems to break through though, and it is that of your commander. "This drug will alter everything you perceive as reality. You will not be conscious, but that doesn't mean you'll be safe. Get the intel and return, and we will let you go. Just don't die."[Themes: modern, mystery, thriller, action, horror, fantasy]
  
  You never liked home. It never felt right, and with the people in it you're pretty sure you'll never enjoy it. Well there's your mom, yelling at you from downstairs.
  
  "Honey bunny, time for lunch!" It's not even lunch! It's only like 6 in the morning. Yet of course, she's drunk, again. Everything is still hazy from the mornings rest. You flick an eye booger from in your eye crevice. Perfect! You can see. You quickly get changed and run into the bathroom. Your mom yells at you to go down. You can either take a five minute shower or brush your teeth.
  
  > brush your teeth.
  You walk over to the sink and brush as hard as you can, too hard. Your upper gum starts to bleed. Quickly, you grab some toilet paper and stuff it on the blood. Almost immediately it soaks up the blood. Mom yells at you again. This time you answer.
  
  "Ok coming mom," you say.
  
  "Alright but hurry grandma is going to be here," she yells. Grandma isn't actually coming, she died, about 2 weeks ago, and it was from cardiac arrest. You couldn't ask for anything better. She was terrible to you. Every time you asked to go to the bathroom without saying please, she would smack you. Then you found a way to bypass it. Whenever you had to go, you would just say you were going to be sick. Yeah, she caught onto that soon enough. Your butt was blue for about a week. You hear loud steps on the stairs. You know your father is coming. You can hear his ragged breathing from walking up the steps. Dad? Well there isn't too much to talk about. He only abuses you and doesn't let you have any life.
  
  "Hey, Jonesy how about you get your butt down on the table or I will give you something to ok about," he says. Yeah that's him. Well you only have one choice, literally and figuratively.
  
  > go downstairs
  You run down the steps hoping your father isn't following you. Of course he is.
  
  "Hey, no running!" He yells. You slow down. That was a mistake. You trip and fall down. Your arms flail helplessly as you're head connects with the ground. You hear your father laughing with your mother. Your face turns bright red and you feel the rage building up inside. You can't hold it in any longer, so you don''t.
  
  "I hate you! I never, ever want to see you again and I hate this family!" You yell.
  
  "What. Did. You. Just. Say!" Your father yells.
  
  "No! Be quiet! I hate you more than anyone, I only get punched by you and I can't love you! You-I-I wish you would all die!" You sputter. At that you're father takes a turn at turning red. He turns and looks at you in the face. You look right back. He gives a crooked smile. You don't understand, but he makes you, you hear a sickening WHAP as his hand connects with your face and your sent flying across the room with you're back hitting the table. You cry out in pain as your back pops. Again, you cry out but your mom does nothing. Your cheek where he slapped you turns red, but not as red as you're anger. You have to get out.
  
  "Now go to school," he says. Your mom nods her head vigorously.
  
  > go back upstairs
  You storm upstairs and into you're room. You sit there for a few minuets before actually getting ready. You hear your mom coming upstairs. You're door opens.
  
  "Honey, are you okay?" She asks.
  
  "Get out of my room," you say. You aren't mad at her but you can't help it. She looks hurt.
  
  "Oh, ok," she says.
  
  "Mom I'm sorry I-," you try to say. You cry out as she falls to the ground. You hear a crunch. Then everything goes dark.
  
  > wake up
  "Look he's awake," you hear someone say. You decide to open your eyes. You only see white, white walls, white beds, and white curtains, but worse, you see your father. You hear moaning. Your father starts talking.
  
  "I was hoping you would be dead," he says.
  
  "I wouldn't mind that," you reply. He turns and walks to a bed. You see a nurse next to the bed. She whispers something to you're father and for a second you see a weird look on his face, what is it, happiness? No it looks more like gratefulness. Then he goes solemn. You finally get to see who is in the bed. It's your mother. She looks horrible. You see her head and choke on nothing but air. Her head is half crushed in with one of her eyes out of it's socket. Her jawline is crooked. The nurse walks over to you.
  
  "Sh-she slipped and crushed her head on a vase," she said and walked away with small tears forming in her eye crevice. This was no accident, you realize. You lock eyes directly with your father. Again you see a look on his face, and again it looks like, gratefulness. You feel the rage swelling up again.
  
  > kill him
  You grab a scalpel and launch yourself directly at his face. You leap up and let out a snarl of rage. He looked horrified. His face so pale that he looked like he was a ghost. You chuckle. Then you bring your hand down at his face. The scalpel hits directly in his eye, cutting through cleanly. Then you let go. He stands there for a second just swaying back and forth. Then he falls on the ground. You don't care as strong arms pull you away. You spend the rest of your life in a cubicle with only your toilet and bed to keep you company. You chuckle again and bring the eye out of you're pocket.
  
  You're insane!