It’s time for another installment of Fiction Friday!

Include this in your story: “I wish he’d knock on my door instead……..”

Aubrey could hear the heavy footsteps outside the hall. For the first time in what felt like forever, they weren’t coming for him. There would be no knock. He would not be dragged away to whatever experiment they had prepared today for whatever it was they were trying to figure out about their physiology.

It was a good thing, really. He needed some time to recover. His body was at a breaking point as it was, barely even able to hobble. As it was, he probably wouldn’t have made it another month. The break was good for him. They could concentrate their efforts on someone else and maybe he’d learn not to have such a smart mouth in the mean time and someone else could make the mistake of stepping out of line to end up in the experiments chair.

As they drew closer, he felt a pang of guilt. It was possible they were leaving him alone because he was doing poorly and they would be loathe to lose their favourite experiment, but it was more likely it was due to the new blood in the building. As far as he could tell, the kid hadn’t even woken up yet in the week he’d been there. Not in his cell, anyway. And yet, they still kept taking him and Aubrey just couldn’t pull together the strength to piss of the guards enough to make them take him instead.

From the next cell, he could hear the knock on the door. He was never sure why they bothered knocking at all, but he wished he’d knock on his door instead. At least until the kid woke up and he could find out who he was.