(Intro)
Blinding lights. A flash of red hot pain. Blurrs of colour as you were sent to the 'special' chamber. That's all you can remember of your first hours on Earth.
And yes. You were a miracle, a miscarriage supposed to be dead. But not to your mother - she thought of you as a 'failure'. Oh, and the 'special chamber' you knew? That was actually a testing room for near future technologies. Yup, you were a test subject. Why? Well, you were the first newborn baby to be seen having a weird, misty-like scarlet aura emanating from where your heart should be, a protective flame like substance that stopped you from dying.
That's why most people with no 'problems' hated you, because you were 'special', uncommon;they treated you as an 'it'. Now, you were 13 years old, having 13 years of putting up with the scientist's shtick.
(Let's get onto the story now, shall we?)
"My life is such a hellhole." , you thought, as you flopped on to your tiny f/c (favourite colour) bed, grabbing one of their sciency books next to your pillow-you'd read it about 938 times- yes, you'd counted. They'd just put you in your 'prison' as you called it; an almost concrete chamber, with one single metal bed, where you would be chained to it and have several injections of weird multicoloured chemicals put into you. 'We're doing this for the greater good." one of them said, as you were screaming almost nonstop as a purple gooey liquid oozed out from the syringe...
"Pfft. They don't know shit. They don't know what they're doing to me, what they've had to make me go through." you murmured. "I wish I could get out of this hell already." You put down the book of quantum physics and did your daily few walks around your tiny, box-like 'home' ; some books, a small lamp and desk, two and a half empty bottles of water and a plate full of sandwich crusts. Oh, and your bed. Why did you do this again? They said it was 'good for you'. If anything, it made the growing pain in your back even worse, from your last injection. Hmph, another thing to worry about.
-Knock knock-
Feeling in a jokey mood, you reply 'Who's there?'
"Red, come out immediately. We have some very dire news to say." It was one of your 'torturers'. If you didn't reply, they'd probably drag you out to 'test' you, like usual. Sighing, you said, "Fine, fine, I'm coming." "Good." Footsteps. Phew. Wonder what that could be? Curiously, you opened the door, and walked down the tiny hallway, into the huge main office, and swung open the door...
Wow.
This was something you weren't expecting.
Cliffhangerrrr! Oh, I love these~
Btw, this is a rewrite of something I made before and posted on Quotev. I've looked back at this story recently, and decided to continue with it. More should be coming soon!
~UndertaleFanatic~