1. The Kidnapping
Their black leather costumes was the thing I remembered best. I never liked the colour black, it seemed too ominous, too deadly. So when three black clad figures advanced towards me that night, I panicked, as you might imagine. I screamed. Loud. Sudden murmuring and hurried footsteps came from across the hall where my parent's bedroom was located. The three figures were nearly upon me, Darth Vader like masks covering their faces, hiding their identity. I'm ashamed to admit I nearly wet myself as the nearest Lord Vader grabbed my arm. After this, I can't remember much. I know just then my parents ran into the room, upon hearing my scream, but it was to no avail. The three black men - with me being dragged alongside - barged straight past my father and mother, as if they were nothing but two annoying flies, and ran down the stairs. They jumped into a strategically parked van, already in gear and zoomed off. At the time, my twelve year old self was quaking with fear, tears flooding down my cheeks, but now I realise that was the best thing that could have happened to me. WICKED were the best thing that could have happened to me.
Ever since I was little I had dreamed about being the hero, saving the world, being celebrated - and maybe even having a holiday named after myself. And now, thanks to WICKED it was all possible.
I was not like the other kids growing up. They went outside with their friends and had fun, I stayed inside to conduct more experiments on my squidgy, plastic 'brain'. On Halloween, they would go egg our teachers' houses, I would try to deduce how much sugar one could eat before developing a brain disorder. I never had many friends, but that was the way I liked it.
Back to WICKED - I loved it there. We were helping create a cure that would eventually save the entirety of mankind.
The world would celebrate me.
The shrill tones of my bedside alarm clock awoke me sharply. Quickly, I slithered out of bed. The cooling water of my shower instantly made me more awake and alert. Noticing it was already 7:23, I hurried to change out of my pyjamas and into my dull, grey work clothes. Breakfast was boring, as per usual. Two slices of toast with butter or jam.
Breakfast was my favourite time of the day, I could relax and decide what aspect of the subjects' killzones to study today. There were 5 people in my work group and we all studied a different types of patterns within the killzone. We were allowed to chose but we mostly did the same sort of thing every day. There were five main types of patterns within the subjects' killzones - happy or excited patterns, sad patterns, worried or anxious patterns, angry patterns and lastly, scared patterns. I usually monitored the sad patterns, as I found them most interesting. We had been working for nearly three years now and we were very close to our end goal.
"Please report to your work stations, it is nearly 800 hours" Echoed the insanely loud loudspeaker. I rose to my feet and started towards the lift.
Pressing the floor twelve button, I leant back against the glass. I was nearing floor ten when the lift stopped suddenly, causing me to be thrown forwards onto the floor. The lights went out simultaneously. It was a power cut. There hadn't ever been a power cut in the WICKED compound before, this was new. I was unsure of what to do, these lifts didn't have an emergency button to press, as nothing was expected to go wrong. Sighing, I realised there was nothing better to do than sit down and wait.
After what had seemed like an eon, the doors were prized open and a man in a white work suit helped me up and out of the lift.
"Sorry about the wait, none of the communication devices are working, we didn't know if anyone was in the lifts," the man began to explain, "all the computers and shizzle are out too."
It took a second or two for his words to sink in. The computers were out too meant nobody had been monitoring the killzone patterns, or the subjects for that matter! Anything could have happened.
"What's the time?" I asked quickly.
The guy glanced at his watch before replying.
"12:56."
Shit. Almost 5 hours! If nothing big had happened it would be okay, but if something had happened in the glade then we would be missing crucial information. It was also greenie day today, and that was when we received the most interesting patterns from the new subject. It was not a good day to miss.
I sighed heavily and turned to follow the man.
A/N Hey :)) this is my first time writing anything like this so please bare with me aha I'm much better at writing discription than this sort of thing so I'm sorry the style is a bit weird and the tenses jump around a bit :(( if anyone might be interested in beta-ing it for me please just send me a message ! Reviews/opinions are welcomed! I'll happily read your stories and review them in return :))
