Famer's Story-writing debate tournament Round#1 Lannan13 vs. Mouthwash

The Secret, part four.I had nightmares every night. I dreamed about demons and the room full of corpses. I dreamed about murdering my friends. I dreamed about breaking out and and killing everyone who had done this to me. When I was awake I had difficulty assigning truth value to my real memories. Sometimes I really believed that these things were happening. Often I would stay in shock for a few minutes after waking up.I can no longer tell the difference between weeks and months. I'm not sure if the clock in my room is deliberately slow to make me think I haven't been here as long as I have, or if the combination of the drugs and boredom was making everything seem slow. Thinking and isolation were my life.Often I fantasized about someone rescuing me, or me gaining superpowers and finding a way out. Anything that they didn't know or couldn't anticipate. I spent hours thinking about what I would do if I could stop time, or turn into a bird and fly out. How would be like to get outside where real life was; where there were trees and animals and people and civilization? When you're in a cage, you have to be free in your mind, because you'll go insane otherwise.I realized my stomach was expanding. It was like a clock, and when that clock ran out I didn't know what would happen. Most likely just impregnate me again and get more babies.*************One day, Zachary took me to a new room. I was drugged almost out of my mind, and I had to be carried to the bed. The doctors surrounded me and one put a needle in my wrist. I fell asleep almost immediately.When I woke up, I was feeling more alert and had more energy than I could remember in a long time. The room was dark and only two doctors were watching me. I felt around my stomach. It was flat.For a moment my brain refused to track what my hand was feeling until I felt the scar. They had taken my baby. As I lay there, something happened to me. I could think clearly for the first time in weeks. It was as if cobwebs were cleared out of my brain. I knew that I had been taken out of my usual prison for this, and that I would be returning shortly. And if I acted, it had to be now.I said to one of the doctors, "My stomach hurts." He looked up at me abruptly and asked, "How do you feel?""Like something's jabbing me inside." He walked over to me and said, "Well, if you think there's any harm, we'll do an X-ray-"I pushed my needle in his arm. He opened his mouth as if to scream for help and collapsed. I looked at the other doctor, who was shaken out of his sudden paralysis and yelled, "Code Orange! I need backup right now!" I threw the vat of anesthetic at him, presumably knocking him out. I'm stronger than I thought I was, and the blood was pumping now. I felt like I could rip a human apart.The first doctor that burst in got a surgeon's knife thown in the face. He was pushed aside by two armed guards. I screamed as loudly as possible and smashed my chair down on one's head. The other one fired at me, but I took no notice as I charged him and kicked his knee inward, dropping him to the ground. I limped outside in my white gown, dripping with blood. Three more guards ran around the corner. I closed the distance between me and them so quickly even I was surprised and slapped a guard's face. Blood flew and he fell against the wall without a sound. The next one I lifted and used to absorb a bullet fired out of the third guard's gun, and I threw him and knocked the guard down. The wall splintered as they hit.By this time more guards had arrived. I went through them so fast none of them had a chance to fire a shot. By the time the guard I slapped had recovered, I stomped on his windpipe so hard he coughed up blood. He did not get up again.***********************Out of patience for now, so I'll send it to Pro.