Okay, I decided to try writing a serious story for a change. Sure, it may be a little cliche, but most romance stories are, and if you don't like that sorta thing, you don't have to read it, right? But I promise I'll make it as amazing as I can. I hope this story makes you cry at least once. If that happens, then I've achieved my goal. ^-^
I hope you fall in love with it. Here it is:
Prologue:
"It failed!" shouted the man in the white lab-coat. He was standing in a brightly lit white room, with a few other men, also dressed like him. The room smelled like chemicals, a hospital.
There was a gurney in the corner of the room, and a table with blood-stained surgical tools, scattered haphazardly across the towels on top of the little table. Right in the middle of the room, on top of a surgical table, lay a small girl. She was only about 3 years old, stitched up and almost completely covered in blood. She had long, shiny red-brown hair. But she also wasn't moving; her eyes were closed.
"I'm sorry, sir," said one of the men, congregated around the table. His black rimmed glasses shone in the harsh light.
"What went wrong?" asked the first man. He didn't show it, but he was outraged. He didn't like it when his ideas didn't go as planned.
"The DNA didn't merge as we had hoped. As you can see, we tried to operate, tried to reverse the problem and start over, but there was nothing to be done" explained the second man, the surgeon.
The first man sighed, and sat on the gurney in the corner of the room. A snarling grimace was set on his face.
"And what do we do now?" he asked, putting his head in his hands.
"She's comatose, sir" the second man said reluctantly. He knew his boss would be angry.
"Well, then. Do we dispose of her?" asked the boss. His voice shook a little from his fury.
"I think that is the only option, sir," said the surgeon.
"The put her in a cage until I find a place to dump her!" shouted the boss, before storming out the door.
He was not impressed. They were incompetent. He was so sure they could've done something, but of course they never tried hard enough. He wished he could do the surgeries himself, but he was a scientist, not a surgeon.
Either way, it was too late now. His experiment had failed. And there was nothing he could do. His very greatest invention was a comatose failiure. It was supposed to help him rule the world. It was supposed to be the strongest, most intelligent, most amazing being in the history of the world.
But it had failed.
He didn't know what he'd do about that, but either way, it didn't matter right now. He had to find a place to dump that... thing. He would deal with the naive surgeon later.
Did you like? The emotional, mushy stuff starts in the next chapter. So I hope you don't stop reading here, keep going.
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