As the title implies, this is the sequel to Test Project.
Thanks to lilwildchild for the idea for the sequel to the story. If you think
that the title should be changed, tell me. Hope you like it.
Test Project: The Sequel
Chapter 1
He stood up, putting one pudgy foot in front of the other. His parents were encouraging him to keep going. He looked forward and saw his mother. He looked back precariously and saw his father. He took a few more steps forward. One of his feet dragged on the ground, causing him to use more force, and he fell. For once, his parents didn't come to his aid; they just encouraged him to get back up. He did so and saw his mother with her arms outstretched to him. He smiled and walked to her. When he reached her he just let himself fall into her embrace. She picked him up and gave him a kiss. His father grabbed him from his mother. He tossed him lightly into the air. He giggled and he heard his father say something, but he didn't quite understand what he said. It was too low in volume for him too hear. His mother took him back from his father and set him on the ground. She offered her hand to him. He took it and she lead him back to his sleeping area. He yawned and as soon as he was laid down, he fell asleep.
Sometime
during the middle of the night he woke up to find himself in his mother's arms
and she looked stressed. He saw his father was rather busy fighting off some
people. He saw somebody come up to his mother while she wasn't looking and
grabbed him, by the time she could react, it was too late. The people had taken
him and were flying away. He saw his parents being restrained by some weird
looking robot.
He
heard something come from the general vicinity of his parents it sounded like
his name, Gemma. He started crying. Then one of the men that held him captive
slapped him, which only made him cry harder. He was taken to a large building.
They brought him to a very clean room. He saw a needle being moved around and
then brought up to him they poked it into him none to gently and everything
started fading into black…
He
jumped up. 'That dream again. Its been happening to me now for the past couple
of weeks. What does it mean?' He decided to ask the scientists. He wanted to
know why that dream haunted him.
He
was now eight years old and he didn't remember his parents at all, but he knows
that his parents couldn't be any one from the complex, they were all human. He
knew that he wasn't. For starters, he was a shade olive green; he had extremely
light gray hands and face, almost white. Heck, he had wings. He also had purple
eyes.
The
scientists had told him that his parents had died when he was just a baby and
they had taken him into their care after finding him lying helpless out in the
wilderness. He didn't believe them. If there was one thing he learned here, it
was that they lied to every person that came into their care. He wanted to know
who his parents were. But he doesn't have the authority to use the computers in
the facility. He wasn't even allowed to access his personal file.
He
walked into a large room, and walked up to the person inside.
"Yes,"
the man said to him. He sat down in a chair across from the man.
"I
wanted to talk to you about something," he told the man.
"What
is it you want to talk to me about?" the man questioned him.
"Lately
I've been having this dream…" he told the man about his dream,"…I just wanted
to know what it means, if anything."
"It's
probably something you're remembering from when you were a baby, although it
sounds a little imaginative to me. Your subconscious mind is twisting the truth
of your past around, however. We have already told you what happened," the man
said calmly.
"Thanks,"
he said as he got up and left, not believing anything the man just said. He
could read eyes; it was a very useful gift.
Hours
went by, he returned to his room after talking to that one man, he never to the
time to learned the names of all of the people. He thought about the dream all
day. What the man had was probably partially true. It was probably something
from his past, but he knew that his subconscious was not altering the truth.
He
was a very smart person, for his age. He had passed tests that even the
smartest human scholars had trouble with. He wanted to know where he had gotten
his mental capacity. He wanted to know what really happened to his parents. He
wanted to know why he had been brought into this world. He wanted to know what
his purpose was.
Little
did he know that his questions would soon be answered…
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