Summary: He was kidnapped when he was just one years old, taken to an underground facility where they preformed countless tests and experiments, both physically and magically. But he escaped, not knowing his real name or what was on the outside. He wasn't the only one either.
This story will have no characters from Dark Angel, I am only using the same idea just twisting it a little bit.
Disclaimer: I don't own a thing, nope not a thing.
The Gemini Project.
Intro.
We never realized there was anything else. We didn't know there was a whole world out there. Sure we would make up stories, try and erase those gaping question marks. Escaping was all of our idea. They had started selling us off one by one. The total was twelve of us, by the time everyone got the guts to get out, only nine of us were left. We didn't want to be separated, I mean all we had was each other, and we were slowly getting shipped off to god knows where.
During the escape we all got separated anyways.
But we were free and that was the goal. I don't know how many actually made it past the fence. Me? I just barely made it out.
I never fully understood what they did to us. Still don't. All I know is they changed us 'made us better' was what they always told us. At the worst of times I barely even feel human. Which is probably accurate. It's the outside that looks human while the inside is all torn apart and patched together.
Gemini Technology. That is what the facility is called.
They screwed with our magic. Ripped the magical core wide open and gave us our full potential at just 6 years old. The problem with that… Well lets just say any accidental magic was catastrophic. We didn't need a wand, thanks to a special little procedure they preformed on all of us. And because of that I got this nice scar starting at the crook of my right elbow all the way into the palm of my hand and there the scar branches off to each of my fingers right to the tip. They literally sowed wand cores into our hands, and the pretty little scar is just a reminder of a things they did to us, made us do. What sucks is that no matter what, the scar wont fade or heal, it'll always be there.
Then they messed with just about everything else. Made us strong, fast and powerful. And they taught us how to control it, how to use it. They branded us too, to keep track of us, know who's who and what not. It's a small tattoo, sort of a twisted zodiac Gemini symbol, situated on the left side of everyone's temple. I've tried getting rid of it, both the muggle way and the magical way. It always comes back, I guess its etched into our magical code or something.
Experiment D- 041. That's the oh so lovely name I went by for the first 6 years of my life. But I like to call myself Ray now. Ray Porter. Sounds catchy doesn't it?
But I guess the one thing they should have done was factor in us turning on them. They didn't think we had our own independent thoughts.
They. I don't know who they are, just that they tortured us, pushed us close to the edge. And for what? To create a better human? All I knew at the time was that they were the enemy and I had to get has far away for them has possible.
We were only eight when we escaped, well around that age. I'm not entirely sure just how old I am.
That's the thing that bothers me the most. When is my birthday? Who are my birth parents? Did they give me up? Hand me over to that place? Are they dead? But for some reason I know I have a sister, a real blood sister, out there somewhere. I cant explain it I just know deep down in my gut that I have a sister alive and well. Which just proved to create more questions. All these never ending questions and just a black void for answers.
So here I am 16 years old….. Or is it 17? And I have all these unanswered questions floating around my head. All the while I'm trying to keep my head down and look for the others.
But we were taught well. Well enough to know how to cover our tracks and stay hidden in plain sight. If I am right then the others would be doing what I am doing. Hiding out in the muggle world. Its way easier to erase our existence this way, makes us that much harder to track. Also makes us that much harder to find. Eight years and not even a whisper about where the others could be hiding, eight years with nothing but more questions and guesses.
Kind of makes me think I am the only one that made it out alive.
So what to you think? Should I continue?, Hate it? Love it?
Dont worry later chapters will be much longer :) well, that is if you guys want to read more...
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