Hi. This is just an idea I had while I was on camp. If you have any
questions about it, then send me a review. Oh, and I should warn you, this
is pretty heavy stuff, and if you like happy, meaningless fluff, then I do
not recommend this story.
Only Human
Chapter One
The young woman looked around cautiously, before smoothing out the map that was scrunched up in one hand.
"This is the place" she breathed. A boy, no younger then 7 or 8, poked his pale face out from behind the woman's legs.
"Why are we here, mummy?" He piped up.
"Quiet!" The boy shrank back.
"Mummy has some . . . business to take care of."
"Yes mummy."
The woman walked quickly up to the door, the boy struggling to keep up with her long strides.
Outside the doors, the woman paused, suddenly nervous, then pushed through, the boy close behind.
* * * *
The receptionist looked up to see a pale, nervous looking woman holding a small boy.
"Hello, how may I help you?" She asked, flashing them one of her dazzling smiles.
The woman, if it were possible, became even more nervous, her eyes darting to every corner of the room.
"I .. I have come to .. to test .." She motioned to the boy.
The receptionist grew grim, and her eyes became hard.
"Right this way." She said stiffly.
She led them through to a white, cold room with a collection of scientific, important looking instruments.
"The doctor will be with you shortly."
Fifteen minutes after the receptionist left, a tall man wearing a white lab coat glided in.
"Miss Brooks tells me that you have come here to be tested for the mutant gene." He stated in a flat, even voice.
"Not .. not me, the .. the boy .." She drifted off.
"Well then, young man, why don't you come and sit here and we'll scan you?"
The boy looked up at his mother. She nodded. He shuffled cautiously over to the man, who strapped him up to a chair and spread a patch on his upper arm, attaching a cord. He looked over at the woman who was now shivering uncontrollably.
"You might want to sit, this might take awhile." He said gently. The woman collapsed into a chair.
The man flicked a switch, and watched as the boy slumped, unconscious.
* * * *
"You must .. You have to be wrong!" The woman shouted, panicking.
"Madam, I have tested him twice already. He has the mutant gene."
"What's wrong, mummy?" The boy sounded confused.
The doctor looked up, and his voice became sharp.
"Madam, if you are his mother, then we should test you for the mutant gene as well."
The woman stopped and looked directly at the doctor. She looked terrified. Suddenly, she pointed a quivering finger at the boy.
"He is no son of mine!" She screeched. She backed into the door way, and turned to run, knocking over a pot plant in her hurry. The doctor winced, as he heard the front door slam. He watched through his window as she ran out of the building and dashed down the street.
"Mummy, wait for me!" The doctor turned hardened eyes on the boy, who had started to cry. The doctor watched as he hurried out to the car park, looking franticly for his mother. As it started to rain, the boy fell to his knees. After a couple of minutes, he dragged himself over to a shelter, and cried himself to sleep.
I hate to say it, but I told you this was heavy stuff. Alright, here's the drill. If I get 5 reviews, I do another chapter. If I get another 5 reviews, I do another chapter, and so on and so forth. SO REVIEW!!!!!
Only Human
Chapter One
The young woman looked around cautiously, before smoothing out the map that was scrunched up in one hand.
"This is the place" she breathed. A boy, no younger then 7 or 8, poked his pale face out from behind the woman's legs.
"Why are we here, mummy?" He piped up.
"Quiet!" The boy shrank back.
"Mummy has some . . . business to take care of."
"Yes mummy."
The woman walked quickly up to the door, the boy struggling to keep up with her long strides.
Outside the doors, the woman paused, suddenly nervous, then pushed through, the boy close behind.
* * * *
The receptionist looked up to see a pale, nervous looking woman holding a small boy.
"Hello, how may I help you?" She asked, flashing them one of her dazzling smiles.
The woman, if it were possible, became even more nervous, her eyes darting to every corner of the room.
"I .. I have come to .. to test .." She motioned to the boy.
The receptionist grew grim, and her eyes became hard.
"Right this way." She said stiffly.
She led them through to a white, cold room with a collection of scientific, important looking instruments.
"The doctor will be with you shortly."
Fifteen minutes after the receptionist left, a tall man wearing a white lab coat glided in.
"Miss Brooks tells me that you have come here to be tested for the mutant gene." He stated in a flat, even voice.
"Not .. not me, the .. the boy .." She drifted off.
"Well then, young man, why don't you come and sit here and we'll scan you?"
The boy looked up at his mother. She nodded. He shuffled cautiously over to the man, who strapped him up to a chair and spread a patch on his upper arm, attaching a cord. He looked over at the woman who was now shivering uncontrollably.
"You might want to sit, this might take awhile." He said gently. The woman collapsed into a chair.
The man flicked a switch, and watched as the boy slumped, unconscious.
* * * *
"You must .. You have to be wrong!" The woman shouted, panicking.
"Madam, I have tested him twice already. He has the mutant gene."
"What's wrong, mummy?" The boy sounded confused.
The doctor looked up, and his voice became sharp.
"Madam, if you are his mother, then we should test you for the mutant gene as well."
The woman stopped and looked directly at the doctor. She looked terrified. Suddenly, she pointed a quivering finger at the boy.
"He is no son of mine!" She screeched. She backed into the door way, and turned to run, knocking over a pot plant in her hurry. The doctor winced, as he heard the front door slam. He watched through his window as she ran out of the building and dashed down the street.
"Mummy, wait for me!" The doctor turned hardened eyes on the boy, who had started to cry. The doctor watched as he hurried out to the car park, looking franticly for his mother. As it started to rain, the boy fell to his knees. After a couple of minutes, he dragged himself over to a shelter, and cried himself to sleep.
I hate to say it, but I told you this was heavy stuff. Alright, here's the drill. If I get 5 reviews, I do another chapter. If I get another 5 reviews, I do another chapter, and so on and so forth. SO REVIEW!!!!!