The Vat

Well, had another big epileptic incident today. Had to take the really strong drugs. I wrote today's story with them in my system, so it'll probably be full of typos. I used a concept I made up last week(but didn't write until today) since I couldn't come up with anything else on the drugs.

So yeah, here it is, I hope you enjoy it.

The Vat

        A middle aged mother entered the room holding a silver gun. While she walked through the room she passed rows of people in vats. The people floated in the green fluid inside the vats. They were all in artificial comas, with air masks wrapped tightly around their faces. She went from a walk to a run as she became more nervous around all the vats. After a few minutes of running she stopped at a large, imposing vat. She breathed a gentle breath and held her beating heart.

        “Thank God she's still alive!” the mother said while she looked at her eight year old daughter. Even inside the vat the daughter kept her beautiful brown hair and gentle blue eyes.

         “So, what are you doing?” mumbled a deep voice. The woman turned around to see the imposing figure of the security guard of the facility. Though she could tell from his uniform that he was a military guard. The guard pulled out an old, worn gun. It resembled like an antique, it looked a hundred years older than it actually was.

         “She's coming with me, and there's nothing you can do to stop me!” the mother's hands shook with fear as she raised the gun at the guard.

         “Your government agreed to sell her to us for experimentation. If you take her back, your government will just sell us a replacement.” he looked her sternly in the eyes. “Are you so selfish that you would sacrifice another person's child for your own?” The mother looked at the ground, her eyes filling with tears. Every precious memory of her daughter flew through her head in that single moment.

          “Yes.” she said while a bullet flew from her gun into the guard's heart. She turned her eyes away from the guard to her daughter in the vat. She had already stolen the code to open the vat before she went into the room. After a few short seconds the vat drained and opened, freeing her daughter. The daughter stumbled out of the vat.

          “Mommy, those doctors, they're not nice doctors, they hurt me.” the daughter said with her pupils still shrunken from the drugs in the vat. The mother hugged her close.

          “It's all over. We can go home now, though we'll have leave quickly to make sure the bad doctors don't come for you again.” the mother led her daughter out of the room, making sure not to look at the guard laying cold next to the vat.