ICEMAN
Blackness
smothers me like a blanket, drowning me in frigid darkness. My limbs lay numb and lifeless, useless lumps
of meat, sheathed with frost and Ice. All the while, the ominous drone
of a
freezer unit soothes me into oblivion.
Distorted images
shudder and shift inside me, seemingly surreal, yet razor-edged in
their
clarity - the smiling face of a government man, pointing at hundreds of
tiny,
happy people frolicking on a plot of land the size of a tabletop; my
body
contracting and shrinking as a computerized miniaturization unit
eliminated the
molecules within my body at a ten to one ratio; the hungry leer of the
government man, towering over me like a hideous giant as I stood at the
bottom
of an empty, 10-gallon fish tank; my frantic reflection as I clawed and
pounded
on the glass in anger.
With the twisted
subtlety of a nightmare brought to life, the images drift and shimmy,
casting
me deeper into the frozen darkness around me. Then the image of a giant
hand
snatching me from above makes my body shudder. In slow motion, it holds
me
aloft and then rolls me, unceremoniously into a ball of tin foil.
Seconds later, I
pinwheel and plummet through emptiness, landing with a sickening thud
on the
hard, frost-infested bottom of a freezer unit. Through my tin-coated
wrapping,
I can feel the solid, lifeless forms of my former friends and neighbors.
Then
the image
swirls and distorts, locking in sync with my surroundings, settling
like a
shroud. I can feel my blood beginning to freeze. It burns in the icy
darkness
as I slip into the blackness of death. Steel knives wait to devour
me.
Who will feast on
the poison within?
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