Nothing I Expected
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Prologue
3 YEARS AGO
The warehouse stood silent, an unwelcome host of things occurring within. Kin was about to be turned inside out by one man's ideals, one man's inner thoughts, his insane sanctum.
The atmosphere inside was bitterly cold, almost below freezing cold zero. It was completely pitch-black, nothing could be seen, not even the tip of one's nose. It was suffocating, repressive to the lone captive, struggling through their bonds, choking screams through an oil-lined gag. Their head reeled as the fumes rose up through their nose and finally into their skull. Their head swooned, rolling down their shoulder and resting on their chest.
At this angle, the mummified body was at the perfect position. Finally knocked out by the addictive fumes, the green-eyed view could see. A rubber-gloved hand adjusted the night-vision goggles, and then shook with a silent, joyful chuckle. The gloved hand pushed a lever that began the countdown. The mummified, unisex body began to steadily sink into a tank full of blue, gelatinous liquid, sparking with electricity.
With the body fully submerged, a tube was inserted and a black gas was pumped into the liquid, first as bubbles that then broke before reaching the surface. An instantaneous reaction was set off. Indigo-coloured streaks of lightning broke out in the vat, striking the body and glowing around it before exiting and bouncing off the surface of the glass and back again to form tangled prisms of indigo something.
The tank began to shake with the mounting energy. The goggled madman began to laugh: first low, then broad and bellowing, hysterical with glee as the process neared its end. His experiment was about to be complete, the world was about to change! For the good of man!
"What are ye doing to my child! Stop this, stop this now!" a female voice shouted as the warehouse was suddenly flooded with light. He continued to laugh, but becoming silent with his triumph.
"THAT is the beginning of the new world order! I will turn the chaos of this world into order once again!" he screamed before vanishing. The soldiers that had started to sneak up on him stood baffled. The woman rushed past them, pulling the levers, screaming at them to break the glass-tank. Hesitant, but then rushing as the body inside began to spasm. Police batons, the butts of rifles, machetes were all used to break the glass that first crackled, splintered, cracked and then broke, flooding the contents harmlessly across the floor and the men's boots.
The woman rushed into the mess to the fallen body, much smaller than her own. Blue liquid staining her white doctor's coat, she picked it up and cradled it in her arms. The bandages slipped from the face, and she saw a strained, boyish grin on a thirteen year-old's face. Tears slipped from her eyes as the soldiers around her became quiet in sympathy.
To be continued…