Chapter 3

"Time to act I guess", this time I was talking to myself. Every time I would make a step, the mirrors would reflect my movements, synchronized they would show what I lately called my body doubtedly.

Soon I noticed one that was a bit tilted, wavy and felt like it had leaked down a bit. It was far in the corner of the room. I walked toward it. Just a room with a lot of mirrors. I got there and looked at it. "A failed mirror? Among all the others?", I thought. "Stand in front of it", Clarence said. Yeah, I did. My "distorted" reflection... "Now, look into it". "What?". He was silent. I looked at it, more concentrated, not at my reflection, but the glass, the tilts, the mirror itself.

Was it my imagination, or the affect of the place, but I saw some kid running. I backed off rapidly, though there was nothing to get scared of. I took a look again. The same kid, now running to some others. Now it was more of watching a movie. The set appeared, and I could see the weaher, rather windy and about to rain. The kids had their coats on, and their back-packs on their backs. Though it wasn't something that had been happening recently. Reminded me of England, during world war two.

The kids, litte school kids were running towards a huge building, which i realized was the one I was in right now. They walked down to what looked like a horizontal water-mill in the basement. Each time one of the 3 wings would move, a hole in the ground would open where one after another the kids would jump in. The water down there in the hole was not just transparent, but even blue, so clean and tempting. The kids then would be telling their mates they swam through a tunnel, and get out on the other side of the wall, and just walk back. That easy. Soon more kids attended the place, and it took them hours to swim and play together. The mirrror then fast moved to show a boy, who was telling everyone he'd seen something in the water. And he couldn't help it, his skin had gotten all pale, and I could see his blue blood-vessels just looking at him. He was extremely calm, and just telling whoever was close about what he might have seen. Some time later more kids would state seeing something as well. In school, during the classes, during the brake and even walking home after it they would talk about something that was swimming in the water, something light blue, very flexible and silent.
All those who hadn't swem were terrorized and frightened, the parents of both the swimmers and the frightened had no idea how they could help them. Soon the news spreaded about the factory's water being highly toxicated, and they closed it, anyone who's try to get close to it would be arrested, and the ones who had already done so were wanted. The police started chasing them, little kids, they wouldn't even resist, and no one knew where they would take them, they just felt soulless, completely emotionless. Any report about seeing someone with the sindroms was paid for.

Soon the town was in chaos.
I was pretty much realizing that what I was doing now was insane, but I had learnt during my long life-years to cope with, and get used to any kind of absurd. I watched further.
There was a party at someone's place, but the military forces crushed in, and caught one of the members of the event. Some of the guests wanted to stop them, and get the person back, but the the police was never unarmed. They took him, half carrying, half dragging him. He, I suppose, had no idea where they were taking him, all he said was he wasn't one of "them".
When he started resisting they hit him in the head. When he woke up, he was in some building, with 2 other guys, no, one was a girl. The guards were running back and forth, there was something going on. Some of them came back to the arrested and led them through a tunnel, at about the middle there were two other exits. They would either keep going streight, or take either the right, or the left doors. There was only one light-bulb hanging down from the ceiling, but it made the corridor look pretty warm and actually reminding of home.
The guards of the place were in a hurry. They opened the right door, got the arrested three inside, and locked it. Told them not to attemp to run away, and they would be back for them. The room didn't look like a jail though. It was just a regular room, with little furniture only, one light-bulb again. The three started talking. Starting from the far end, then each found out that the other two hadn't swam in the water either. Relief.

The building was silent now, no people on the other side of the door, no movement at all.
After a couple of hours one of the guards came, opened the door, and gave them a key. They asked him what it was for, but the man didn't answer, and only warned them not to go out of the corridor.

He ran away. The three got out of the room, so the only room that might need a key to be opened was the left door. Surprisingly the door led to a yard, that had walls really tall, and another entrance/exit opposite to the where they got out from. [makes sense?]
They went to that door as well, opened it, it was tiny, but contained a lot: food for at least 3 months, clothes of the same type, uniformes I guess, and a lot of armory, too much to shoot each and everyone in the town.

Things got blurry in the mirror, and I could hardly see the sillouettes of the guys. What I saw next was them going out of the building, and seeing people just frozen in their places, on the streets, just standing there and blinking. They then started wondering around, just walking, looking for anything alive. They each went to their houses, got all the neseccary private things they had, saw their parents and siblings dead-frozen in their houses, and never went back again.
Life than would drive them crazy, especially at nights, when they could hear something move and crawl on the other side of the great wall.

Day by day they would turn insane, and talk less and less. Only once they went out of the territory of the building, which now was clearly the factory. And a woman that had been standing there, only half a mile away from it for over a year looked streight in front of her, only blinking, and said when they were passing by, that one of them would soon enough lose the ability to hear and see, but another one would help him out for at least 15 years. Those were the only things she said. Regardless of their visits to her every day for a couple of times she wouldn't say a word anymore.
The mirror blocked the view.