The Experiment

by assistacat333

Hi everyone so this is my first story so i hope everyone likes it! My story is about a girl who's parents were killed and she lives by herself. One day she volunteers for this scientist's experiment and becomes his living test subject but thats not all. She then gets her friends involved too and then has to fight a group of villians who want to destroy her and her friends. Enjoy!

1. Chapter 1

THE EXPERIMENT

BY: ASSISTACAT333

CHAPTER 1

My name is Acchan, and I'm a pretty normal girl, besides the fact my parents couldn't decide what to name me. My parents were killed when I was 3, and I live in an old abandoned library. Even though it sounds very abnormal I'm normal, trust me.

I have many friends who are the embodiment of the word delirious. At my school I have class with a teacher named Mr. Creed who unmitigatedly hates my guts. Oh yeah, did I forget to mention that I'm also a test experiment?

"Miss Acchan! Hello Miss Acchan!" Someone yells obnoxiously. I look up and see a grey haired Mr. Creed glaring at me with his cold blue eyes. My friends and classmates did the same along with him.

Since I'm lost to the concept of what is happening, I decide took look over at my friend Jenna. All she is doing is giving me a thumbs up though, which was not very much help at all. I try getting answers from my other friend Eva but she just let out a guffaw and was looking down at her lap.

"Ms. Acchan, I insist you pay attention to what I'm teaching everyone instead of zoning out and doodling in that notebook of yours!" Mr. Creed yells drenching my face and desk with saliva in the process.

"I would," I reply sarcastically. "If you made class interesting i might just pay attention. For example, if you have the school boards replace you for the entire school year."

Mr. Creed's face looked like it was going to explode with rage any second now and it is starting to scare me. Then the dismissal bell rung out and before he could give me a referral I sprinted into the crowded halls.

I have no time to aggravate him further today, because I am headed to the most avoided place in town; Doctor Thunderland's laboratory. Today he is planning on conducting his first human experiment and needs a couple of altruists. The volunteers consist of, a guy who has presumably a month to live, a widow, and me of course.

"Now little kid, this stuff is very dangerous and could potentially harm you. I suggest you should just head back home." A white haired Dr. Thunderland warned me and inspected me with his lavender irises.

"First of all, I'm 13, so technically I'm a teenager not a little kid. Second of all, I'm not leaving." I cross my arms defiantly. The doctor stifled a chortle and I gave him a questioning look.

"I'm sorry, it's just you act allot like my son. He does me the same exact thing when I call him a little kid."

"Ok, can we just continue with the experiment?" I was losing my patience.

"Yes of course. I want to thank you all for volunteering for me. And I assure you that this will soon be the greatest discovery known to mankind." He picked up a couple syringes from a table near him.

"Now I will inject the three of you with a chemical I created called 'XXX'." Immediately after injecting us, the two others fall down to the floor dead. I stood in place with wide eyes.

The Doctor walks over to me with a cheerful grin. He conveniently misses stepping on the other's bodies. And bellows out one word "Congratulations!" he then patted my back.

"Uh, thanks. But for what, Living?" I shift awkwardly when his hand gently met my back.

"No- well actually kind of, but what I meant was that you will be the first lucky person to be my test subject." He pulls out a pen and a sticky notepad from his white lab coat pocket. "So would you mind if you told me where you live and how to contact your parents?"

"Oh, of course not," I exclaimed and motioned for him to start writing. "I live in the old abandoned library down the street and if you want to speak with my parents you'll have to visit the town cemetery."

"Ok, I will see to-wait a minute do you mean your parents are-" I cut him off.

"Dead. They have been that way since I was three." I tell him nonchalantly.

"Not to change the subject or anything," the doctor says who obviously feels worried hearing about my parent's death. "But would you like to meet my son?"

"Okay," I rub my head awkwardly. The doctor yells out something I couldn't understand, a nickname possibly, and a boy about the same height as me with short soot black hair walks into the room.

"Zazie!" I screamed as loud as I could get my voice to get when I recognized him.

E/N (editor note ((YAY MY OWN CORNER))) WAH I LIKE THIS STORY~! I like this story very much~! I assure you that the rest of the story is good as well~! : 33
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