Endings:

Published September 14, 2022 by Fan_Girl_Noha

Drip drip drip…
In a dreary room with white walls, a man opened his eyes in confusion. He blinked twice before he realized he was lying on the floor. The cold surface sent chills to his bones and he could feel a slight backache developing. He sat up and focused his eyes on the walls. The wall in front of him was completely white. Adam had never seen walls this white before. Usually, the color would fade or the wall would become dirty after some time. He assumed this wall was newly painted, but couldn’t smell the raw paint. How strange! He decided to stop thinking about such nonsensical things and focus on his whereabouts. After all, he was sure that this wasn’t his room. What was concerning though was the fact that he didn’t remember how he ended up here, OR anything before that. He knew who he was, who his parents, family and friends were; the fact that he had a very average 9 to 5 job at an advertising company. And yet, for the love of God, he couldn’t remember what had happened before he woke up in this god-forsaken room. Adam decided to keep the confusing issues aside for now and started looking around again.

As he stood up, he noticed the multicolored patterns on the mosaic floor. The embedded stones created a pattern that seemed hypnotic and nostalgic at the same time. Adam’s eyes panned through the room to find an exit. That’s when he started to sweat with panic.
Why doesn’t this room have any doors?
Adam’s breathing hitched and he could feel his heartbeat rising. He was claustrophobic. The very thought of being stuck in a room without any exits made him feel like he was in a coffin. After whizzing for a few minutes, he decided to calm down a bit. He couldn’t find his inhaler in the side pocket of his favorite blue jacket, where it usually rested; well, at least it had been habitually kept there since Adam was 17. He was groping about his body in search of the white silhouette of the inhaler when he heard a sound that made his hopes return.
Drip drip drip drip…
Adam frantically looked around the room again but couldn’t find any signs of water dripping.
Could it be coming from outside?
He tried to listen more carefully as he put his left ear on the wall beside him.
Nope, the sound’s not coming from this side. I guess I should keep walking along the walls.
As he started walking along the wall he felt puzzled. The room clearly looked square when he first surveyed it. Its area certainly didn’t look more than 10×10 feet. And now that he kept walking, he couldn’t find an end to this wall, as if it could stretch till the end of the world.
Adam started to panic again.
I’m clearly not in my room and everything in this room feels weird. Maybe I’m just dreaming?
That was a good possibility since he couldn’t smell anything around him. He’d heard that you can’t smell anything in a dream. He pinched his left arm to determine his guesses.
Ouch! That felt pretty real! 
His left forearm turned red from the pinch.
So, this is probably not a dream…he thought…but, is it really possible to know if I’m dreaming by pinching? Ugh! No! No! No! Focus, Adam, focus! You need to focus on getting out of this place first. You can just google about pinching and dreaming later on.
As soon as he thought of googling, Adam remembered his cellphone.
He searched through the flannel pajamas he was wearing. His pajamas were custom made and the pants had multiple pockets in it.
He couldn’t find his phone in his pajama pockets but looking around the room again, he saw his phone lying on the floor near his feet.
What the ****!! How did it get here? Was it here from the beginning? 
Adam was freaked out. He thought he wasn’t dreaming but now he was wondering whether he’d become delusional. It’s true that he’d smoked weed once in a while with his friends but he’d never hallucinated because of that.
He picked up the familiar Samsung phone with trembling hands and checked the screen. He was one of the weird ones who still kept his own photograph on the lock screen. He’d been called a narcissistic prick because of it but he always felt that it helped him identify his phone pretty easily.
The locked screen showed a picture of him,but he wasn’t alone; it was him and Evelyn. He used to call her Eve. It gave him a sense of security, predestination even; as if Adam and Evelyn were like the ancestors of all humans-created solely for each other; “We’re destined partners” he would joke and Evelyn used to laugh at this. “I know we’re still high school students, but you’re too naive for your own good, Adam. In real life, there’s nothing called forever.” Evelyn would tell him with a bitter smile. He never understood why she had such bitterness when she was only 17 at that time. She didn’t have a bad life. Her parents were a loving couple. Her father, Mr. Avory Lamarque, was a local shopkeeper. He ran a general store. Her mother, Julian, helped out Mr. Lamarque at the store and worked at her small boutique. Sure, they weren’t the richest people around, but Evelyn never saw poverty in her life. She was their only child and was loved by most of the people around her. Or at least, that’s what Adam thought until that fateful summer day in 2015 when they found Evelyn’s dismembered body at the docks. The killer was a stranger, someone who had a sudden urge to kill Evelyn after he saw her blonde hair. He was a serial killer. He’d allegedly killed 17 more women before Evelyn and gotten away with it. For him, Evelyn was just a prey. It didn’t matter that she was about to graduate from high school in a few months, nor that she was the only child of her parents. Nothing mattered. It never does.

Adam stared at the brightly lit screen with dead eyes before coming back to his senses. “This is my phone”, he said aloud to himself. Let’s try making a call.

He entered the password to unlock the phone but was met with another lock screen asking for his fingerprint.

Huh? Where did this come from? He only set up a password lock on his phone. He was confused and annoyed. This was probably Philip’s work.

“That d*mned brat!” Adam cursed as he put his thumb on the screen. However,  he didn’t see the screen unlock. Rather he felt a prick on his thumb and removed it instantly.

“F**K!” Adam cursed as he found his finger had a small prick on it and a little blood had been smothered on the screen. He sucked on the wound on instinct but it just increased the pain. He wanted to wipe the screen but the blood on it was gone, striking Adam dumb for a few minutes. He immediately looked at his thumb and found no injury on it.

What the actual f**k is going on here? Am I really hallucinating?  Maybe I drank too much last night.

While Adam pondered over his habit of drinking too much, he failed to notice the notification on the screen of the phone.

Subject Acquired…

Archiving DNA sample of Adam Sandburg…

DNA sample Archived…

Matching DNA… 

Match found with *&$#/*(*//#

Initiating transfer process…0%…7%…17%…23%….39%…54%….68%...

As the percentage increased Adam noticed the changes in the screen.

“Transfer?!!? Wait, if data can be transferred then the phone must have been connected to Bluetooth or Wi-fi.”

He checked the phone but there was no signal. No Bluetooth or Wi-fi icon could be seen either. All he could see was the transfer process getting completed…79%….84%…98%…

Did my phone freeze up? I hope this isn’t some kind of virus.

As he worried about his phone being hacked the transfer process was finally completed.

…100%…Transfer complete.

Simulation activating in 10…9…8…7………3…2…1…Activated. 

Welcome to the GAME! You will be transferred to the first stage in 10 seconds…9…8…7…

Whoa! Whoa! What game! What the hell! I don’t want to start a game. Stop showing me this stupid screen and let me make some calls already. Stupid phone!

Adam shouted as he struggled to get rid of the countdown.

…3…2…1

Once the countdown was completed, Adam felt an overwhelming sense of vertigo. The next moment his body and the phone dropped together on the floor. While Adam was unconscious he couldn’t see the screen project these strange words:

Subject: Adam Sandburg

Phase: 1

Level 1 

Skills: N/A

Items: Fruit of Knowledge (Level 100; currently unusable)

*************** (Level ????, *****)

Gifts: N/A

Title: The Ancient Father

To be continued….

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