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About an hour later, Scott drove up to Ellie's house to pick Andrea up. He honked on the horn, and waited for her to come running out of the house. He sat there for 5 minutes before he started to suspect something was wrong. He hopped out of the red car onto the concrete sidewalk. His feet made a dull thump in the quiet. Not even the birds were singing. The house seemed devoid of all life. He opened the glass screen door and noticed the main door was open slightly. He pushed it open enough to poke his head in the hallway. "Hello? Anyone home?" hearing total silence, he pushed the door the rest of the way and walked inside. "Andrea? Miss Walker?" He searched through the kitchen, the living room, and started to walk up stairs. He jumped as the fifth step creaked eerily. Besides him, nothing was moving in the house. He paused by the bathroom, but no one was inside. He was on his guard, not sure what to do. Thank god for the simulations… He walked into one of the bedrooms, and saw how trashed it was. It looked like a struggle had taken place here. He became slightly worried, fearing that some F.O.H. members had attacked Andrea. He knew that she could take care of herself with just a couple guys, but she wouldn't stand a chance if there were several F.O.H. guys. He hurried out of the room, and turned across the hall to see a door ajar. He opened it, and his eyes fell immediately on the dark form that seemed to be resting on the bed. I walked up to Ellie's body and checked for a pulse. When he felt none, he started to look for clues to see what happened to her. He looked at her side, and saw the giant red spot that was barely noticeable on the multi-colored coverlet. He walked to the other side of the bed and saw the weapon that was used to do this horrible deed. A small, lightweight revolver stood out like a wolf in sheep's clothing against the pale purple carpet. But that still didn't explain where Andrea was.
He walked quickly out of the silent house. Even outside it seemed to have the shadow of death hanging around. He jumped in the red convertible. He knew that he needed back up to figure out what happened to their missing team member.
I woke up feeling groggily. The sedative still coursed through my blood stream, making my body limp and my brain dysfunctional. I had a huge headache, and it wasn't being helped by the confusion of not knowing where I was. I sat in the middle of a small, dark room, alone. The room must have been the storage compartment for a barn, because I sat on dirty, moldy hay. A tendril of fear invaded the grogginess I felt like a needle through butter, but I pushed it away, thinking it was un-logical. I was sitting alone in a musty barn, and I couldn't remember why I was here or who brought me here. Yeah, no reason to worry at all. I stood up slowly, feeling dizzy and giddy. Whatever they had given me was extremely strong, and wouldn't be out of my system for a long time. I started to inspect my surroundings, trying to find a way out of here. I noticed a small door to my far left, and I walked slowly to it. I pushed against its rough surface, but it wouldn't move. I pulled back a little it and rammed my shoulder against it. Pain shot through my daze, but I ignored it. I hit the door a few more times, but it wouldn't move. I became desperate and started to cry out for help, but only silence prevailed. 'There's no need to panic' I heard a mechanical voice state calmly. It seemed to come from above, and I searched for the body it belonged to. 'Silly child, you can't see me! I can only see you.' It said. It took a moment for the realization to pierce the mist in my mind that it was an overhead speaker, and most likely I was being video taped. "What am I doing here?!" I yelled to the ceiling above me. It took a moment for the person to answer me, but I wasn't looking forward to the information he would tell me. 'You are here because you were part of a secret a study on the mutant gene that is running rampant through out the country.' The voice said. I shook my head, not quite comprehending what it were saying.
"I was never part of a mutant project! I was a patient at the Center for mentally and physically deformed children." I yelled. I was looking for the camera that must be taping me. I don't know why it comforted me to find it. I guess I liked the feeling of seeing them while the watched me. Mechanical laughter vibrated off the empty walls. 'No, that was only a cover for our operation. You and thousands of others were part of a study to watch how this gene was spread to such a large scale. We've noticed in this study that it is passed like a recessive gene of the human DNA system. So if all the mutants that carry this gene are disposed of, we'll have no more children that are born with this gene and this ability.' Fear stopped my heart, and I shakily choked out "Disposed of?"
'Yes. We have brought forty mutants just like you into this old barn to be rid of.' The voice said unemotionally. Fear brought tears to my eyes, and I angrily burst out, "You know that there are far more mutants here in this state than you can imagine?!" I yelled. I didn't know if this was true or not, but if I stalled a bit, I might delay my death. 'Would you care to volunteer their names, and make it easier? After all, we'll get to them soon enough.' The voice laughed evilly. I turned to face the camera, enraged by the voice's apathy for his fellow human beings. "Just how do you plan to destroy all of us?" I hissed to the camera. It just laughed, as if he had been waiting for this question to be asked. 'As you can see, this barn is very old, and isn't used. Covering the floor is moldy hay. You know what moldy hay does, don't you?' I heard it whisper. I thought back, trying to see if I knew. Seeing my obvious loss of knowledge, the voice continued with his speech. 'Moldy hay can often spontaneously combust. And with a little nudging from the government, no one will try to investigate this incident.' I fell to my knees, all hope of justice ruled out by this merciless voice's hate of my fellow human beings. There was no hope of being rescued, not this time.
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