Cold Rock Castle, the history behind it is so bloody that the stories are still told, even though the name of the castle has changed. Rich families met at the castle and fought duels that would decide who would hold more power. Sometimes the duels would be treated fairly, but most of the time the rest of the family would draw their swords, resulting in mass bloodshed.
I worked for a large school just off the coast off the Atlantic. It was a prestigious school and man was it the largest around. I could spend a good hour walking around it before I visited all the rooms. I am the janitor; unfortunately my family did not have the funds to send me to such a school. I wish they did.
Everyone has always wondered what was at the bottom of the deepest ocean. A mixture of foreboding and curiosity washes over them when they think of it now, but I've been down there. I've stood on the ocean floor and stared straight up. There was so much water between me and the surface you shouldn't see light, but I did.
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"How is the subject?" Dr Roberts asked.
"All is well, sir. Project Q is doing just fine."
"Good and how was Z's transition?"
The scientist looked nervously up from his clear tablet at the doctor. Dr Roberts raised an eyebrow. The subject wasn't dead, but there was some sort of complication. That's what Dr Roberts read from the man's face.
"...stay tuned to hear more on Coal Pine FM..."
I flicked the button and the radio fell silent. Trees closed around the car as the path narrowed, but I could see it widening up ahead. It shouldn't be too long before I reached the crossroads. Not a moment too soon either. Night was drawing in and the fog was thickening. It's going to be a difficult drive, but I won't have to drive for long.
The mist settle in and soon the compound was hidden from any prying eyes. The Captain rummaged among the rags and equipment until he withdrew a rifle. It was old and it took me a while to recognize the make. It was a Russian. Immediately I knew it was the rifle that the recruit was talking about. It didn't matter now, it was the Captains.
This isn't a nightmare. The doors were an almost common phenomenon. People seeing the same dream, seeing each other. People on the other side of the world met each other in their dreams. Government reaction? Well, their initial plan was to kidnap these people. Experiment with them. However, it grew at an exponential rate. Everyone was seeing these doors.
The cafe hummed with life. Machines produced wonderful smells as coffee brewed. People chatted quietly to each other, but laughed loudly. However, the kitchen seemed to be much different. Chefs worked tirelessly to produced baked goods, and small, fancy lunches.
"Is the boat ready?" I asked pulling the homemade satchel over my back. "I need to leave as quickly as possible."
"It's ready, but I still think you should say goodbye friend."
I sighed. The same tedious advice. However, there is no going back now. I've made my decision and if I told anyone they would just try to stop me.