Project Genesis
Dark Voices
Mark watched the brilliant yellow sun approach the horizon outside coloring the sky purple and the few wispy clouds a bright orange. "May I go now, Mr. Rivers?" Mark was serving four hours of detention for what Mr. Rivers called a 'lack of educational respect.' He never could figure out what that meant. Mr. Rivers was an approximately middle aged man with slicked back brown hair.
Mr. Rivers pushed up the sleeve of his red business suit to look at his watch and took a deep breath and said, "Very well, you may go, but in the future show more respect." He laid down his pen and walked into is office; which was in the rear of the classroom.
"Whatever." Mark slung his backpack over his shoulder and stormed out. Mark was glad that this school ran on trimesters and there was only a half a month left in the term. Marks watch beeped and he looked at it. "Oh shit." His curfew on weeknights is six thirty and it just turned seven, and he was sure that his mother would be thrilled that he was late because he was serving detention for Mr. Rivers again.
"Boom" the sound of the door slamming echoed down the stairwell as Mark rushed through it. He decided to skip stairs on the way down. By the time he got to the third floor he was skipping three at a time. There was a mechanical moan and the lights blinked and went out. "SON OF A BITCH!" Mark exclaimed as his rhythm was interrupted and he fell. His loaded backpack flew forward and smacked him in the back of his head, causing him to black out.
When he regained consciousness it was completely dark in the school. Mark looked at his watch, a large crack split the face and by the way the hands hung down at six thirty he could tell that it would no longer help him. Faint chanting caught Marks attention, but it took awhile because of the nasty bump to the back of his head-blurred things a little. He tried to stand up but his left leg gave way with a sharp pain that convinced him not to try that again. Mark crawled to the door hoping that whoever that was behind the door would help him.
He pushed open the hollow, artificial wood door to discover a circle of black robed figures with their hands stretched toward an orb of green fire. The sound of the chanting finally drifted through Marks mental fog. "Cel, cel, cel, Celebi, cel cel, cel..." the chanting continued and the tallest figure took one step into the circle and said, "Ancient commander of time itself I command thee: lend your vast power unto the true cause." The chanting grew louder and louder suddenly a shrill scream split the air even piercing Marks fog. The green fire grew brighter and the room started radiate curtains of blue, suddenly everything was sucked into the center of the room.
A green flash glared against the white Velcro pads of the perfectly round room soon after that people in black robes were tossed against the walls in random locations and hung there. After a few minutes the hatch opened and medical personnel rushed in to help the recruits down from the walls. Giovanni waited for the recruits to file out of the room and was about to shut the door when a final flash took him by surprise. The body of a fourteen-year-old boy slammed against the ceiling of the round room, but because he didn't have a Velcro robe he fell to the floor. The medical team rushed him on to a stretcher and hurried the unconscious boy to the infirmary. "When he comes to bring me to him, I want to knowwhat he's doing here." Giovanni ordered the doctors who responded with a salute.