A/N: Hey, welcome to my new story. I wrote the first four chapters for my school newspaper, so don't expect four chapters in one day again. ;)
As I sat there on my cot, trying to sleep, I stared at the ceiling, and wondered, why. Why did the government fund this project? Why did the scientists choose me? At least this was all for a good cause.
Hello. My name is Jeanetta. I am part of a top secret government project to create super humans. No. I WAS. I am the oldest of six. Well, there's Jackson, who's also fourteen, but I'm two months older than him. There's also Matt, Caroline, Mia, and Riley. Each of us has a different set of powers. It's pretty cool, but . . . but . . . nevermind. We are part of Project Heracles, which is located under Area 51. Yes, the conspiracy nuts were right, there is an Area 51, and strange things do happen there, but don't get out your tinfoil hats, and dive into storm cellars just yet, we're not aliens, we're not here to eat your brains and abduct your children, we're humans, orphaned humans, or were at one point, and we were created to protect you. From what exactly? Well, that's where our story begins.
It was just a normal whateverday at Project Heracles. We had all just gotten breakfast from the strangely hairy cafeteria lady, and sat down at the table farthest from the actual aliens, that had landed here the day before.
"Those alien dudes are really cool!" said Riley, the youngest of the six of us. This is what he says about everything that isn't human that comes here.
"No they're not, they're scary," replied Mia, only one year older than Riley.
"Well, at least they're less disgusting than those interdimensional . . . things last week," grumbled Caroline, the 10 year old sassmeister. She's talking about the vacationing shapeshifters that arrived on Monday last week, and left Sunday of this week. They could shift into the body of normal looking humans, but they walked around Area 51 in their natural forms, six foot tall hairy, slimy blobs.
"Well, you can't choose your neighbors," I said to the group.
"Riley, will you ever find any creatures that aren't 'really cool?'" asked Jackson.
"No, he won't," grumbled Matt. We were all stunned. He almost never talks, but when he does, he puts it bluntly, and gets right to the point.
"Wow, the zombie lives," said Caroline, legitimately surprised. Matt just grunted.
"Welp, it's time to get to training, better get going," I announced. We all got up, tossed the rest of our food, and jogged to the training room.
Starting with the battle simulator today. I looked up at the control box, and saw the fifteen or so soldiers, suited up in motion capture suits, to control the humanoid robots we fought. They would go into the next room, where we couldn't see them, and watch us with virtual reality headsets. They were told to react as if we were an enemy, but not to seriously injure us. This was going to be fun.
We took our places in the center of the room, back to back in a circle, and waited for the signal. The beep went off, and the bots beeped to life.