Passage to the lab of the creation of the creator:
“Stop!” he cried.
“Stop it!” He clawed at the wall in front of him, dragging his nails down bulletproof glass.
“Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!” His nails became numb to the pain; red now streaking across his vision.
An agonized screech ripped out of his chest and vibrated against his gritted teeth.
He pounded against the wall, over and over, until the chains wrapped around his wrists began to pull back.
A guttural growl reverberated through the glass cage and warned the bystander to step back.
Somehow the silence was worse than the sound.
The bystander scribbled on her board and moved on to the next.