Metamorphic Force
By: Christian R. aka FangDisclaimer: I own all of these characters. They are mine. I created them. Geon (pronounced jee'-on) Parque (pronounced "park") and Sapphire Hawkins are my characters that I created for my stories…this is my second story containing them…this story and my first story are based VERY loosely on James Patterson's Maximum Ride.
Sapphire and I are the products of decades of research and underground government funding. You think that America is in debt because we spend so much? Well I can clear that up for you right now…. The American Government pays other nations large amounts of money in exchange for their research…. so that it can in turn research…and experiment on creations such as Sapph and myself. But enough about the boring stuff…let's get to the action…-Geon
PROLOGUE: TheftThe scientist shuffled around the room, a look of twisted excitement coloring his features. He had a slightly hunched posture from working for so many years inside this one building. As he passed a mirror, he took note of his moderately disheveled, thin blonde hair. He had not been in a public place in over thirty years and had lost some etiquette …so he didn't care when he licked his palm and flattened his greasy hair so that it lay flat against his balding head. His spectacles were flecked with dust and grime, but he didn't care. After all, who would see him? No one would be repelled by his odor, or his nasty white lab-coat.
He stood in stark contrast to the highly sterile, ultra-white, antiseptic, better than state-of-the-art, highly expensive lab. He had been paid a high amount of money every month to continue his work…for over thirty-three years.
He was adjusting a microscope when a flash of lightning caught his eye. He looked up and through the halfway floor-to-ceiling windows to see a jet-black storm front on the horizon, blotting out the dark, rich orange light of the setting sun.
If he had glanced at it for but a moment longer…he would have seen a black hang-glider zoom past the window. That would've been his first warning…
He shuffled over to a large plastic box with rubber arm-gloves extending into it. Inside of the large plastic box was something not ever before seen. About thirty-four to forty-two billon dollars were used to buy secret technology to actually create viruses. Bought from the Japanese of course.
He retrieved a pre-filled, virus packed syringe from the box. He didn't worry about getting infected. The virus was specialized to the DNA of a certain individual cell. But he was going to test it on a blank cell, to see if it would take effect. He shuffled over to a high-tech microscope and peered at the slide containing the blank cell.
He locked the syringe into a fixed mechanism that would release the virus directly onto the cell.
He hesitated…it almost slipped him by…how could he forget?
It was his birthday. He looked up once again and closed his eyes.
He made a wish. The wish he had made on every birthday for thirty-three years. He wished that this would be the time…that this would finally mean the end of his toil.
He opened his eyes and went back to the microscope. He wouldn't be able to see the virus but he would see its effect on the cell. He took a deep breath and pushed the button…through the lens he could see a lance-like structure shoot forward and pierce the cell, only to quickly retreat from view.
Now, all he had to…do…was…wait?
Or not.
He strained his eyes even harder and his breath quickened. His heart skipped two or maybe three beats. He rushed over to the computer as fast as adrenaline would allow him and linked a cord from the microscope to it.
He moved the mouse and sat down staring at the screen with an unnatural smile on his face. On the screen there was a live video feed. He stared incredulously as the cell before him shook violently and mutated.
The virus is taking effect! This can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't be happening!
The round cell warped shape then went back to normal.
No…no, no, no, no, no, nooooooo!
He was almost in tears when the cell twitched.
His head shot up and he saw the small organelles slowly rearrange and he was highly disturbed when long, whip-like flagella began growing out of it. He was overwhelmingly happy and crazed at the same time.
He had to kill it though. This was just a test. He was in tears when he took a microscopic "knife" and literally chopped the cell into little pieces. He placed the contaminated slide into a highly-sealed, very strong slide case. He placed it on the table and for the first time in thirty-three years walkedslowly to the small, shiny, all-important red button.
He slowly lifted the glass case on the wall. Under it was a pad of numbers similar to the number pad on most pay phones. He had the code memorized from day one.
#674583207859388956797893##72644860174##77
It had to be long enough, to ensure that only one person would be able to remember and use it.
Little did he know that the button didn't really call his supervisor…
Sorry!!!! But this is a very important chapter!!!! The next chapter is kick-butt, action-packed, awesomeness!!! This chapter had to be boring so you understand the science behind….ahem…I've said too much already. Just read the next chapter you won't be let down…I swear.