Chapter 1:
May's cell phone turned on and played the ring tone set for the alarm at 5:05am on Saturday. She groaned and pushed the snooze button and turned back towards her window. She yawned, stretching. Her cat Cally pawed her eyelashes, and meowed. Cally, a Tortieshell was practically always begging for something. But anyhow, May slid out of bed, lifting Cally up with her, before resting her gently back on the bed with care. She was eighteen years old, It was her senior in high school. She was 5'6"and had perfectly straight dark brown hair that reached her ribs. She hated getting up on Saturday's, but she usually had Dance from 9-12am, which meant she had to be ready by 8:15 to leave to pick up Kristen and get their early, earn a merit and stretch out. The Kentridge Chatelaines Dance Team worked out a lot, to achieve perfection, but. it was fun. And May excelled in dance.
After taking a shower, changing into her dark green sleeveless turtleneck leotard and black pants, black jazz boots, and fixing her hair into a clean high pony tail and rubbing lotion on her arms and legs, doing her make up, and feeding her cats, she finally took a seat at her computer. She checked to see if anyone was online, but obviously, no one was. It was 6:15am, and she still had another two hours.
Her cell phone suddenly rang, once, twice, she stared, thunderstruck with confusion. No one would call -her- at -this- hour, on a Saturday of all days. She got up and picked it up, hesitantly as it rang again, she clicked 'Answer' and said "Hello"
A voice on the other end sighed, "Finally, it took you long enough 497. I assume your father has explained to you what you will be doing."
A long pause. before May answered. obviously confused. "What are you talking about? Who are you? Why are you calling me 497? " She asked, her eyes widening in unknown confusion, the phone had said 'anonymous' but. this was just insane.
The voice answered, it was a male's voice. "Meet me by your high school in fifteen minutes. Walk, or run, your parents are out of town and your car is with us. " May glanced out the window, sure enough, her dark purple eclipse was not in the drive way. "I told you, now, hurry, you only have fifteen minutes or you will never see your parents again." She heard a click, and frowned.
"Screw it." She hung up, tossing her cell phone in her black Chatelaines bag, grabbed her pom poms, sweatshirt, regular black tennis shoes, a water bottle, and then ran out the door in a rush. She ran down the street, amazingly extremely fast, and reached her school in two minutes, despite the fact it took the average person fifteen minutes.
She looked around the parking lot; she saw a black car parked on the other side. She started walking over, unsure. May shrugged, jogging over with ease. She reached the car and stopped. A man sat in the drivers seat, it was White, but how would she have known that? He stepped out of the car, and Otto got out on the other side, he watched, silent. White, on the other hand smiled, looked her over, approvingly. She had tight abs, a slender but curvaceous build, and hadn't lost any of her ability over the years. Her father had made sure of that. But, she would have never known that. "Well, I'm glad you could make it, May. That is what your father named you, correct?" he nodded, not waiting for an answer, "I, as you seem not to know, am Ames White." He went on to introducing himself. Mentioning Manticore once or twice.
"Manticore? Whats that?" May asked, obviously not giving a shit if he was in the C.I.A. for the moment anyhow, even though she did want to be in the C.I.A.
"Manticore, is located outside of Seattle, it's a military research facility, and we've created a series of transgenics. I'm sure you've heard that word before. Its also where you were born, and raised for the first four years of your life, that I'm positive you don't remember. For, your father took you away." He explained.
"Wouldn't that mean. no, it can't be. I'm May, I'm not a transgenic. that can't be possible." She refused.
He sighed. "I knew this would be hard." He said before pulling out a stunner and shooting May with it in the shoulder. She gasped, not able to react; she hadn't expected that to happen. She almost took a step forward, towards White, dazed; it took a few moments for it to take affect. White stepped forward and caught her. "Otto, put her in the back seat, we've got to hurry back to Manticore. " Otto walked around the side of the car picking May up in his arms and putting her in the backseat as White got into the driver's seat. After Otto got back in the car they drove off quickly, hurried to get back and put May into a cell at Manticore. They wanted to test to see if she, like Max, had no junk DNA. They were similar in the physical sense, despite the different personalities.
A/N: PLEASE, read and review! I want to know what you think!
May's cell phone turned on and played the ring tone set for the alarm at 5:05am on Saturday. She groaned and pushed the snooze button and turned back towards her window. She yawned, stretching. Her cat Cally pawed her eyelashes, and meowed. Cally, a Tortieshell was practically always begging for something. But anyhow, May slid out of bed, lifting Cally up with her, before resting her gently back on the bed with care. She was eighteen years old, It was her senior in high school. She was 5'6"and had perfectly straight dark brown hair that reached her ribs. She hated getting up on Saturday's, but she usually had Dance from 9-12am, which meant she had to be ready by 8:15 to leave to pick up Kristen and get their early, earn a merit and stretch out. The Kentridge Chatelaines Dance Team worked out a lot, to achieve perfection, but. it was fun. And May excelled in dance.
After taking a shower, changing into her dark green sleeveless turtleneck leotard and black pants, black jazz boots, and fixing her hair into a clean high pony tail and rubbing lotion on her arms and legs, doing her make up, and feeding her cats, she finally took a seat at her computer. She checked to see if anyone was online, but obviously, no one was. It was 6:15am, and she still had another two hours.
Her cell phone suddenly rang, once, twice, she stared, thunderstruck with confusion. No one would call -her- at -this- hour, on a Saturday of all days. She got up and picked it up, hesitantly as it rang again, she clicked 'Answer' and said "Hello"
A voice on the other end sighed, "Finally, it took you long enough 497. I assume your father has explained to you what you will be doing."
A long pause. before May answered. obviously confused. "What are you talking about? Who are you? Why are you calling me 497? " She asked, her eyes widening in unknown confusion, the phone had said 'anonymous' but. this was just insane.
The voice answered, it was a male's voice. "Meet me by your high school in fifteen minutes. Walk, or run, your parents are out of town and your car is with us. " May glanced out the window, sure enough, her dark purple eclipse was not in the drive way. "I told you, now, hurry, you only have fifteen minutes or you will never see your parents again." She heard a click, and frowned.
"Screw it." She hung up, tossing her cell phone in her black Chatelaines bag, grabbed her pom poms, sweatshirt, regular black tennis shoes, a water bottle, and then ran out the door in a rush. She ran down the street, amazingly extremely fast, and reached her school in two minutes, despite the fact it took the average person fifteen minutes.
She looked around the parking lot; she saw a black car parked on the other side. She started walking over, unsure. May shrugged, jogging over with ease. She reached the car and stopped. A man sat in the drivers seat, it was White, but how would she have known that? He stepped out of the car, and Otto got out on the other side, he watched, silent. White, on the other hand smiled, looked her over, approvingly. She had tight abs, a slender but curvaceous build, and hadn't lost any of her ability over the years. Her father had made sure of that. But, she would have never known that. "Well, I'm glad you could make it, May. That is what your father named you, correct?" he nodded, not waiting for an answer, "I, as you seem not to know, am Ames White." He went on to introducing himself. Mentioning Manticore once or twice.
"Manticore? Whats that?" May asked, obviously not giving a shit if he was in the C.I.A. for the moment anyhow, even though she did want to be in the C.I.A.
"Manticore, is located outside of Seattle, it's a military research facility, and we've created a series of transgenics. I'm sure you've heard that word before. Its also where you were born, and raised for the first four years of your life, that I'm positive you don't remember. For, your father took you away." He explained.
"Wouldn't that mean. no, it can't be. I'm May, I'm not a transgenic. that can't be possible." She refused.
He sighed. "I knew this would be hard." He said before pulling out a stunner and shooting May with it in the shoulder. She gasped, not able to react; she hadn't expected that to happen. She almost took a step forward, towards White, dazed; it took a few moments for it to take affect. White stepped forward and caught her. "Otto, put her in the back seat, we've got to hurry back to Manticore. " Otto walked around the side of the car picking May up in his arms and putting her in the backseat as White got into the driver's seat. After Otto got back in the car they drove off quickly, hurried to get back and put May into a cell at Manticore. They wanted to test to see if she, like Max, had no junk DNA. They were similar in the physical sense, despite the different personalities.
A/N: PLEASE, read and review! I want to know what you think!