Camp 22: A Short Story
wan’s world came into focus as his eyes widened as far as they would go. The burning agony behind his eye sockets prevented him from fully opening them.
Now back in his cell, the guards must have thrown him in while unconscious. Kwan crept his arms up to his head to massage his temples. His skull throbbed like a second heartbeat, so powerful his cranium threatened to cave with every pulse. Eventually, he gathered enough energy to pull himself up into a sitting position. His muscles ached, imitating the pain endured after miles of running.
Kwan’s breathing was shallow. He strained his eyes open a little further and regarded his small, damp dwelling. A bulb hung from the ceiling which poorly lit his cell. Unsteadily on his feet Kwan walked to …show more content…
The gravity of his growing capabilities aroused his thoughts. Maybe they now obtained the results they wanted, his feelings of their intentions gathered strength. How long until he was deemed expendable? Surely this fate was inevitable? Eventually, he would simply be a loose end destined to be amputated.
If a person was condemned to Camp 22, nobody missed them. Those who once loved them wouldn’t know if they were dead or alive. Camp 22 held no secrets when boasting one of the highest death rates of inmates in North Korea, maybe even the world. Kwan was relieved his life would soon be over. No human should sustain this existence.
Committing suicide was against Kwan’s morals. Even if he did contemplate the thought, the cells were heavily watched with cameras. Prisoners weren’t allowed to get off that easy.
Kwan smiled at the idea that death was near. No more pain. No more suffering. His only regret was he couldn’t avenge his anguish by massacring all those who worked here. For years, he’d schemed plans to place justice into his own hands and break free.
They had made his mind stronger, evolved, but they also had complete control over him. Camp 22 had strict totalitarian …show more content…
They put that god-awful chip in his brain to enhance this. It’s why they beat and tortured him, all the while repeating like a mantra that they were preparing his mind. But hope rose up in him for a reason. Camp 22 employees were vigilant to ensure that prisoners could use their powers only when needed and GWEN transmitters were set up in all rooms to prevent unlicensed activity.
Although Kwan was still in great pain, he laughed out loud. He had no idea how the Kanzius machine had done this, but he wasn’t dying. Instead, the radiation was strengthening his powers.
Kwan’s face broke into the most prevalent smile he’d experienced in years, hurting the facial muscles he hadn’t used in so long. Tears flooded his eyes and rolled down his cheeks and off his face. Optimism quickly replaced anger. His new found positivity was the only strength he had to cling to. He lowered himself onto the bed, resting his head on the pillow.
The pain which captivated his body was still intense, still paralysing, but he needed to rest and refresh his mind.
Kwan closed his eyes, hopeful the fantasies of executing the men that had done wrong to him would become a
Now back in his cell, the guards must have thrown him in while unconscious. Kwan crept his arms up to his head to massage his temples. His skull throbbed like a second heartbeat, so powerful his cranium threatened to cave with every pulse. Eventually, he gathered enough energy to pull himself up into a sitting position. His muscles ached, imitating the pain endured after miles of running.
Kwan’s breathing was shallow. He strained his eyes open a little further and regarded his small, damp dwelling. A bulb hung from the ceiling which poorly lit his cell. Unsteadily on his feet Kwan walked to …show more content…
The gravity of his growing capabilities aroused his thoughts. Maybe they now obtained the results they wanted, his feelings of their intentions gathered strength. How long until he was deemed expendable? Surely this fate was inevitable? Eventually, he would simply be a loose end destined to be amputated.
If a person was condemned to Camp 22, nobody missed them. Those who once loved them wouldn’t know if they were dead or alive. Camp 22 held no secrets when boasting one of the highest death rates of inmates in North Korea, maybe even the world. Kwan was relieved his life would soon be over. No human should sustain this existence.
Committing suicide was against Kwan’s morals. Even if he did contemplate the thought, the cells were heavily watched with cameras. Prisoners weren’t allowed to get off that easy.
Kwan smiled at the idea that death was near. No more pain. No more suffering. His only regret was he couldn’t avenge his anguish by massacring all those who worked here. For years, he’d schemed plans to place justice into his own hands and break free.
They had made his mind stronger, evolved, but they also had complete control over him. Camp 22 had strict totalitarian …show more content…
They put that god-awful chip in his brain to enhance this. It’s why they beat and tortured him, all the while repeating like a mantra that they were preparing his mind. But hope rose up in him for a reason. Camp 22 employees were vigilant to ensure that prisoners could use their powers only when needed and GWEN transmitters were set up in all rooms to prevent unlicensed activity.
Although Kwan was still in great pain, he laughed out loud. He had no idea how the Kanzius machine had done this, but he wasn’t dying. Instead, the radiation was strengthening his powers.
Kwan’s face broke into the most prevalent smile he’d experienced in years, hurting the facial muscles he hadn’t used in so long. Tears flooded his eyes and rolled down his cheeks and off his face. Optimism quickly replaced anger. His new found positivity was the only strength he had to cling to. He lowered himself onto the bed, resting his head on the pillow.
The pain which captivated his body was still intense, still paralysing, but he needed to rest and refresh his mind.
Kwan closed his eyes, hopeful the fantasies of executing the men that had done wrong to him would become a