Trevor Collins

As they focused on the paper scrolling out of the brainwave monitor, only one nurse saw the man's eyes slip shut at the same moment his head hit the pillow.

His brainwaves immediately changed to that of deep sleep, then flatlined for the last time as his heart simultaneously stopped.

The only remaining subject that could speak started screaming to be sealed in now.

His brainwaves showed the same flatlines as the one who had just died from falling asleep.

The commander gave the order to seal the chamber with both subjects inside, as well as three researchers.

One of the named three immediately drew his gun and shot the commander point-blank between the eyes, then turned the gun on the mute subject and blew his brains out as well.

He pointed his gun at the remaining subject, still restrained to the bed as the remaining members of the medical and research team fled the room.

I won't be locked in here with these things, not with you, he screamed at the man strapped to the table.

What are you?

He demanded.

I must know.

The subject smiled.

Have you forgotten so easily?

The subject asked.

We are you.

We are the madness that lurks within you, begging to be freed at every moment in your deepest animal mind.

We are what you hide from in your beds every night.

We are what you sedate into silence and paralysis when you go into the nocturnal haven where we cannot tread."

The researcher paused, then aimed at the subject's heart and fired.

The EEG flatlined as the subject weakly choked out, so nearly free.