Let me think...I don't own anything, (except my own OC,) I would like reviews, and please don't flame me! I'm still new at this! ;)
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My world is in darkness. It always has been. As long as I can remember, at least. Fury rockets inside me. I am surrounded by these...monsters, but I look the same as them. I have heavy, metal restraints on my arms; the monsters do not want me to escape. They do not want any of us to escape. Myself and my people are their prisoners.
We are different than these...what do they call themselves? Oh, yes, humans. My people are from a different planet. We were a peaceful people, but our planet was destroyed such a long time ago. For generations, my people have hidden among the other humans. The Great Council of our people had decreed that we must stay together as a whole. We created our own village. It was easy to blend in because we have the same looks as the humans, but we still had our own language and history. Until, the day when they took us.
This...government of the humans was supposed to be a just system. But when they found out about us, their flaws were realized. They thought taking us would be easy. But they were wrong. We are not as vulnerable as we seem. We have many talents, most dealing with the earth's elements. All of us have incredible strength and are able to fly. Our powers adapting to our environment. For that reason, this organization fought even harder to control us. Eventually, they had succeeded.
We were all taken into a secretive base. I was six when we were all taken. I had been trained to fight, but we had failed. The people believed we were all too numerous to be "tamed". So they killed the older ones, and they made us younger ones watch. After that, they gave us some drug that would make us forget most things about our home planet. We have new names, mine is A-32. None of us know where we are, and many have never seen the sun.
They have manufactured this...chemical that would make us easier to control. They call it, the Changing. It would enhance our powers and erase all of our emotions and memories. This chemical also kills us; so far only five of us have survived. It will soon be my turn to be experimented on. We were once numerous even in this horrible dwelling, but they have been killing us off.
These humans have given us small doses of experimental chemicals over the years. It has caused much damage on our bodies, and our minds. My eyes, once a dark brown color now shine a neon green. My hair was once red, but is now silver, like starlight.
I am unable to remember my family, and they tell us it is for the best. They force us to learn their languages, and forget our own. They assign us guards to control the Resisters, which of course, I am. We must be accompanied at least two guards at all times, except when we are in our cell. I have to have four guards assigned to me because of how I react. One is always armed with a sedative medication.
I have always been the violent one, and I have easily injured many of the guards. My hair has grown longer than anyone else's because when the guard comes in to cut it, I attack. My gift is one they call movement. It is extremely rare. I can move anything I want with merely a thought. This is why they keep all sharp objects as far away from me as possible. I am also learning to control force fields. But of course, I am very new at this. The guards are too afraid of me to let me practice like the others. When I become very angry, I am able to shoot flames out of my hands.
I usually harm one human per week, and I have no regrets.
I must escape. I do not know what fate would be worse: being used as a mindless weapon, or simply dying a painful death.
There are only seven of us left who have not been treated with the "unstable" chemical. Two little boys who are now twelve; they were only babies when we were taken. Their names are E-12 and E-17. Twins, a boy and a girl who are now thirteen: D-22 and D-23. A boy who is one year younger than I, seventeen, named A-57. My friend, who is two earth months older than me, A-15. Her Changing is scheduled to occur in two Earth days. We are the last survivors of our race who had not been Changed. We will fight.
I slam my arms against the door to my cell, trying to break out of these. The restraints used on me are fire-proof, and I have never made a dint into the door. I am beginning to loose hope. No! I will not let A-15 be Changed.
I am pushed out of my thoughts as I hear my personal guards come to the door. When they approach the door electrocutes me, sending me flying back. They had assured me many times it was only a precaution to ensure everyone's safety. They did not want me out.
"It is time we begin, A-32," One of the men says in his native tongue, English. I didn't like this language, it was too short and it sounded like it butchered every meaning of its words.
I immediately charge towards the two guards, but they are used to this. They leap back as other humans tie me with these wires. They cut into my skin, but I ignore this. I want to kill, I HATE these humans! As they pull me into the narrow hallway, I continue to try to get free. I am so angry my eyes begin to glow an even brighter green than before.
"It seems we must sedate her again," One says.
"This is the third time this week," Another says while loading a gun with the medicine.
They are smart enough to stay away so I cannot use my powers to move the chemical.
When I am weakened, so are my powers. The further away I am from the object, the harder it is to move. When injured I cannot use my powers at all.
"Stay calm, A-32," A human says.
I scream, desperately trying to get these things off of me, "Die! Get off of me!"
"We wouldn't have to harm you before the Changing, now would we?" Another says smugly.
"Yes it will be not only two weeks now," One says.
I try to fight, but I felt a sting on my exposed arm.
"I hate it when they Resist," A human says.
"I don't, it makes the ceremony of Changing much more interesting," One says.
They use much more chemicals to "sedate" me. My vision is beginning to fade. It wasn't like I could see much, anyway. They must do that because of Resistors like me. They used chemicals that assured that I would awake in minutes.
I fall to my knees, trying to fight this stupid chemical. I hated the Experiments almost as much as I hated the humans. I gave into the darkness as I felt the wires slowly come off of my arms.
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What do ya think? Should I continue? Please no killer flames! ^_^
By the way, eventually A-32 is going to have to have a different name! What should it be? Any suggestions?