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Bliss, Trevor, and any other people you've never heard about. ^_^
Glad y'all like it! I personally think it's one of my better works!
"Talk ta ya later, Bliss!" I yelled as I raced from the school steps and into the rain that had just started coming down.
"Tonight on MSN, okay?!" she shouted after me. I nodded and screeched back a 'yeah'. My apartment isn't really far from the school, so I walk. Gives me very strong leg muscles. It also gives me a fresh whiff of exhaust fumes, kills my ears with noise, and clogs up my pores with smog. I miss Alabama. My family, consisting of a mom, a dad, a little brother, and one adopted older sister (My parents thought they couldn't have children so they adopted Rebecca first. Me and my brother, Jeremiah came later.), moved here (Manhattan, New York City, New York) a month ago for dad's work. He works with an organization that helps troubled teens, like smokers and druggies. They rehabilitate them and help them to get a life. Lots of fun.
I met Bliss a couple of days after I began school and she's basically my only friend. Not that I'm complaining, but I used to have a lot of friends in Demseoat. Weird name for a town, eh? Supposedly it's a slur of 'them's the oats', but it changed over the years and became 'Demseoat". Real cool name, went over well with people in the Big Apple. Not.
I trudged along, every once in a while hauling my bookbag farther up onto my shoulders. They give way to much homework at P.S. 113. As I walked, the light rain that had begun after lunch started to rain harder. I was already soaked, but now I probably look like a drowned sewer rat. I have thin, black hair (which is now matted to my skull), deep blue eyes, and I'm short. I used to wear boots to make myself seem taller, but I decided against doing that. If I'm short, I'm short. I don't care. My blue jeans were beginning to feel like I'd loaded them down with wet cement. I should have worn a hoody to school instead of my t-shirt. Oh well, maybe I won't have to take a bath since I've already had a shower.
To my annoyance, my bookbag suddenly ripped open, spewing its guts, which would be my notebooks, papers, and text books, all over the wet ground. I let out a yelp and began to rapidly pick everything back up and put it in the bag. I winced as I picked up a familiar paper. It was my history report that was due tomorrow. I was carrying it around in my bag for safe-keeping. Yeah, real safe. I shoved the ruined paper back into the bag. Picking the bookbag up, I had to hold it closed to keep all my junk in. Running now, I reached my apartment building in a few minutes. I buzzed Rebecca to let me in since I had forgotten my key. This was the fifth time this week. She didn't answer back. I buzzed a couple more times and then buzzed a neighbor who immediately let me in. Thanking her, I raced up the stairs, ready to yell at Rebecca the moment I entered the apartment.
Once at the apartment door, I grabbed the hidden key from its place above the doorframe. I let myself in, threw my destroyed backpack down on the dinning room table, and made my way into the kitchen.
"Becca, this wasn't tha day ta not let me in." I exclaimed, grabbing a piece of cake from the fridge. As I stood up, someone closed the door for me. Thinking it was Taz (the family pet name for Jeremiah), I turned towards the someone. It wasn't Taz. It was a medium-sized, well-muscled man dressed in black spandex. Real flattering. Behind him were three other men dressed in the same type of clothes. One of them was holding an unconscious Taz in his arms while the other two had a limp Becca in between them. Past them, I could make out a figure laying on the floor in a crumpled position, tousled black hair falling over its face. There was a red stain growing out from under her in a circular shape. I let out a scream of horror as realization hit me.
"Mom!" I tried to run past the man in black, but he grabbed me by the arm. I felt a brief pain in my shoulder, like a bee had stung me. I lashed out at my captor with my free hand as a black haze fell over my vision. Stumbling, I fell backwards, but strong hands grabbed me in a tight grip. The last thing I remembered was the man picking me up and carrying me towards the open window while I tried to scream for help.
~~~~@~~~~
Waking up, I felt that I was laying on my back on a metal surface. I tried to sitting up, but there was something thick holding me down. What the heck was that? I tried once again to get up. Didn't work. The things must be restraining straps. There was a plastic mask over my face, pouring what I hoped was oxygen into my lungs. Why? Maybe I had had an accident at school and I was in the hospital. Maybe it was just a nightmare. I sure hoped it was. My head felt like a ton of bricks as I tried to move it back and forth. Come to think of it, my entire body felt like it had been run through a paper mill and was going back for a second ride. I gave a cry, hoping someone would come and relieve the pain. A blurry figure in white stepped into my field of vision. He seemed startled to find me awake. He turned and yelled, picking up a hypodermic needle. He filled it with a clear liquid and stuck it in my arm. I jerked as a new spasm of pain came and then everything went black again.
~~~@~~~
I shook my head, trying to wake up as my eyes opened, revealing a slightly fuzzy room. Ugh, I felt terrible. What had happened? Suddenly the memories came flooding back. Becca between those two guys, Taz held by the man in black, Mom on the ground...where was Dad? I blinked back tears when I thought of Mom. She was probably dead. Why? What was going on? As I wiped the tears quickly from my eyes, I sat up and looked around. My room was sparsely furnished with a grey bed, a gray table, a, oh let me guess, GREY chair, and a small GREY-painted bathroom to the side. Everything was painted in shades of grey. The bed I was sitting in had grey blankets. What home decorators my captors must be. Looking around, I noticed everything seemed sharper, like I was seeing better or something. I rubbed my eyes. Man, my hands were hairy. I opened my eyes and stared at down at them. They were covered in a thick layer of black FUR. Gasping, I ran my hands over the rest of my body, which was clothed in a pair of white paper-like pants and a shirt made of the same material. My body was covered in FUR. Oh great, what was that? There was a tail sticking out of my butt. A TAIL! Ohhhhh, that wasn't good. I let my hands edge up to my face. It was completely wrong. My nose was tiny and coarse; my mouth was full of sharp teeth. My teeth are not supposed to be sharp!
As I reached for my ears, I let out a horrified yelp. They were gone! My ears were gone! Wait. I slid my now black-furred fingers upwards towards the top of my head. There they where! Oh dang, they were sticking straight up! Suddenly, I knew what I was. I was a cat. A CAT! A thing with sharp claws that gets hairballs all the time! Just my luck. I extended my claws as my fists clenched. I have claws. Aren't I lucky? Groaning, I laid back in the bed, willing this all to be a dream. I grabbed the grey blanket and pulled it over myself, all the way up to my chin. Maybe it'd all go away. Please, go away...
After a few minutes had passed by, the door on the other side of the room opened. I gave a jump, sitting up and pulling the blanket around me. A huge man entered, dressed in a gray set of clothes. Sheesh, how trendy. He was followed by another man, this one wearing a pair of brown pants and a tan shirt. The guy looked handsome enough, but there was something about him... He walked over towards me and sat down in the chair. The Gray Phantom stood by the door, staring at me from under his bowl-cut.
"So, how are you feeling?" Tan Shirt asked me, a smile on his face. Man, that smile was creepy. I glared back at him.
"Oh, jus' fine, considerin' I'ma huge CAT!" I growled. My claws extend from the tips of my fingers as I grew angrier. I stared at them, admiring their sharp points and curved shape. Wait, I'm -admiring- my claws?! Shaking my head, I turned to look at Tan Shirt.
"What'd ya do to me?" I asked in a quiet voice. He got up from the chair and walked over to my bed. He placed his hand on my shoulder.
"I made you into a beautiful creature. You're quicker now, your sight is wonderful, your shape is perfect! You're an amazing creature now, Jayden. Perfection beyond any human." His words flowed from his mouth like honey from a beehive. But I'm a cat, not a bear.
"Somehow, I don't think ya understand. I don't wanna be a cat!" I spat, shoving his hand off my shoulder. I wiped at where he had touched me, trying to get the slimy feeling to go away. He moved away and sat back down in the chair. Suddenly, I realized he had said my name.
"How'd ya know my name?" I snapped, feeling the fur on the back of my neck stand on end.
"I've been following your family for about a month now." He leaned the chair back against the wall. "Do you remember when your school had a school- wide blood test? That was really this facility. There's a test we do that looks to see if a person has a certain gene, what we call gene X. This gene can be manipulated to change the person who has it into an extraordinary superhuman. It just needs a little jump start to get it going." His smile curled even more. I was really hating him now. He had done something to me and I wanted to know what, but he wasn't finished talking yet.
"You and your two siblings tested positive for gene X. We had to bring you here, don't you see? You are making a great contribution to science." He sure did talk smooth.
"What do ya mean, jump start? And where are my brother and sister?" I gave a hiss. "What did you do to my parents?" He nodded his head and sighed.
"The jump start is a chemical called mutagen. It will work without gene X, but not as well. You see, if you don't have gene X, the mutation is reversible. But, as in your case, if you have the gene, the change is irreversible. You shall be this way forever." I stared at him with unbelieving eyes.
"You're lying."
"I am not; I'm telling the exact truth. As in regards to your siblings, they have both undergone a mutation such as yourself, but they were joined with animals compatible to their DNA." He stated. So, at least I still have my siblings.
"What animals?" I asked, trying to keep the growl out of my voice.
"Your brother: a rabbit. Your sister: A turtle." A turtle? Oh, wasn't Becca gonna be 'happy'. A thought suddenly ran into my head.
"But Becca is adopted, how could she have the gene?"
"It must run in her family too. I assure you, she tested positive." He went on. "Your parents were decided as useless since you would be here. Anyways, if we hadn't disposed of them, they would be looking for you and we wouldn't want that, now would we?"
With a cry that sounded more like a yowl, I launched myself at him. I wanted him to pay for what he had done to me and my family. He killed my parents, disfigured me and my siblings; now I was going to disfigure him. In mid-leap, a pair of hands snatched me out of the air. They gripped my sides so hard I had to let out a scream of pain. Gray Phantom had moved from his position. How intelligent of him. Tan Shirt's smile didn't waver, but I could see fury in his eyes as he came towards me. That fury didn't even compare to my own uncontrollable rage. My teachers had always said I have an anger problem.
"I'm glad we had this little discussion, Jayden." He patted my cheek. I turned my head quickly and snapped at his hand, but he was too fast. Gray Phantom tossed me onto my bed as Tan Shirt left. The vile man's head poked back in before he closed the door.
"By the way, my name is Dr. White. I'll be seeing you." I flung my pillow at his retreating head. When I was sure he was gone, I curled up in the middle of my gray bed in my gray room and cried until every blue tear was gone from my eyes.
Another chapter!! YAY!! Hope y'all like it!
Glad y'all like it! I personally think it's one of my better works!
"Talk ta ya later, Bliss!" I yelled as I raced from the school steps and into the rain that had just started coming down.
"Tonight on MSN, okay?!" she shouted after me. I nodded and screeched back a 'yeah'. My apartment isn't really far from the school, so I walk. Gives me very strong leg muscles. It also gives me a fresh whiff of exhaust fumes, kills my ears with noise, and clogs up my pores with smog. I miss Alabama. My family, consisting of a mom, a dad, a little brother, and one adopted older sister (My parents thought they couldn't have children so they adopted Rebecca first. Me and my brother, Jeremiah came later.), moved here (Manhattan, New York City, New York) a month ago for dad's work. He works with an organization that helps troubled teens, like smokers and druggies. They rehabilitate them and help them to get a life. Lots of fun.
I met Bliss a couple of days after I began school and she's basically my only friend. Not that I'm complaining, but I used to have a lot of friends in Demseoat. Weird name for a town, eh? Supposedly it's a slur of 'them's the oats', but it changed over the years and became 'Demseoat". Real cool name, went over well with people in the Big Apple. Not.
I trudged along, every once in a while hauling my bookbag farther up onto my shoulders. They give way to much homework at P.S. 113. As I walked, the light rain that had begun after lunch started to rain harder. I was already soaked, but now I probably look like a drowned sewer rat. I have thin, black hair (which is now matted to my skull), deep blue eyes, and I'm short. I used to wear boots to make myself seem taller, but I decided against doing that. If I'm short, I'm short. I don't care. My blue jeans were beginning to feel like I'd loaded them down with wet cement. I should have worn a hoody to school instead of my t-shirt. Oh well, maybe I won't have to take a bath since I've already had a shower.
To my annoyance, my bookbag suddenly ripped open, spewing its guts, which would be my notebooks, papers, and text books, all over the wet ground. I let out a yelp and began to rapidly pick everything back up and put it in the bag. I winced as I picked up a familiar paper. It was my history report that was due tomorrow. I was carrying it around in my bag for safe-keeping. Yeah, real safe. I shoved the ruined paper back into the bag. Picking the bookbag up, I had to hold it closed to keep all my junk in. Running now, I reached my apartment building in a few minutes. I buzzed Rebecca to let me in since I had forgotten my key. This was the fifth time this week. She didn't answer back. I buzzed a couple more times and then buzzed a neighbor who immediately let me in. Thanking her, I raced up the stairs, ready to yell at Rebecca the moment I entered the apartment.
Once at the apartment door, I grabbed the hidden key from its place above the doorframe. I let myself in, threw my destroyed backpack down on the dinning room table, and made my way into the kitchen.
"Becca, this wasn't tha day ta not let me in." I exclaimed, grabbing a piece of cake from the fridge. As I stood up, someone closed the door for me. Thinking it was Taz (the family pet name for Jeremiah), I turned towards the someone. It wasn't Taz. It was a medium-sized, well-muscled man dressed in black spandex. Real flattering. Behind him were three other men dressed in the same type of clothes. One of them was holding an unconscious Taz in his arms while the other two had a limp Becca in between them. Past them, I could make out a figure laying on the floor in a crumpled position, tousled black hair falling over its face. There was a red stain growing out from under her in a circular shape. I let out a scream of horror as realization hit me.
"Mom!" I tried to run past the man in black, but he grabbed me by the arm. I felt a brief pain in my shoulder, like a bee had stung me. I lashed out at my captor with my free hand as a black haze fell over my vision. Stumbling, I fell backwards, but strong hands grabbed me in a tight grip. The last thing I remembered was the man picking me up and carrying me towards the open window while I tried to scream for help.
~~~~@~~~~
Waking up, I felt that I was laying on my back on a metal surface. I tried to sitting up, but there was something thick holding me down. What the heck was that? I tried once again to get up. Didn't work. The things must be restraining straps. There was a plastic mask over my face, pouring what I hoped was oxygen into my lungs. Why? Maybe I had had an accident at school and I was in the hospital. Maybe it was just a nightmare. I sure hoped it was. My head felt like a ton of bricks as I tried to move it back and forth. Come to think of it, my entire body felt like it had been run through a paper mill and was going back for a second ride. I gave a cry, hoping someone would come and relieve the pain. A blurry figure in white stepped into my field of vision. He seemed startled to find me awake. He turned and yelled, picking up a hypodermic needle. He filled it with a clear liquid and stuck it in my arm. I jerked as a new spasm of pain came and then everything went black again.
~~~@~~~
I shook my head, trying to wake up as my eyes opened, revealing a slightly fuzzy room. Ugh, I felt terrible. What had happened? Suddenly the memories came flooding back. Becca between those two guys, Taz held by the man in black, Mom on the ground...where was Dad? I blinked back tears when I thought of Mom. She was probably dead. Why? What was going on? As I wiped the tears quickly from my eyes, I sat up and looked around. My room was sparsely furnished with a grey bed, a gray table, a, oh let me guess, GREY chair, and a small GREY-painted bathroom to the side. Everything was painted in shades of grey. The bed I was sitting in had grey blankets. What home decorators my captors must be. Looking around, I noticed everything seemed sharper, like I was seeing better or something. I rubbed my eyes. Man, my hands were hairy. I opened my eyes and stared at down at them. They were covered in a thick layer of black FUR. Gasping, I ran my hands over the rest of my body, which was clothed in a pair of white paper-like pants and a shirt made of the same material. My body was covered in FUR. Oh great, what was that? There was a tail sticking out of my butt. A TAIL! Ohhhhh, that wasn't good. I let my hands edge up to my face. It was completely wrong. My nose was tiny and coarse; my mouth was full of sharp teeth. My teeth are not supposed to be sharp!
As I reached for my ears, I let out a horrified yelp. They were gone! My ears were gone! Wait. I slid my now black-furred fingers upwards towards the top of my head. There they where! Oh dang, they were sticking straight up! Suddenly, I knew what I was. I was a cat. A CAT! A thing with sharp claws that gets hairballs all the time! Just my luck. I extended my claws as my fists clenched. I have claws. Aren't I lucky? Groaning, I laid back in the bed, willing this all to be a dream. I grabbed the grey blanket and pulled it over myself, all the way up to my chin. Maybe it'd all go away. Please, go away...
After a few minutes had passed by, the door on the other side of the room opened. I gave a jump, sitting up and pulling the blanket around me. A huge man entered, dressed in a gray set of clothes. Sheesh, how trendy. He was followed by another man, this one wearing a pair of brown pants and a tan shirt. The guy looked handsome enough, but there was something about him... He walked over towards me and sat down in the chair. The Gray Phantom stood by the door, staring at me from under his bowl-cut.
"So, how are you feeling?" Tan Shirt asked me, a smile on his face. Man, that smile was creepy. I glared back at him.
"Oh, jus' fine, considerin' I'ma huge CAT!" I growled. My claws extend from the tips of my fingers as I grew angrier. I stared at them, admiring their sharp points and curved shape. Wait, I'm -admiring- my claws?! Shaking my head, I turned to look at Tan Shirt.
"What'd ya do to me?" I asked in a quiet voice. He got up from the chair and walked over to my bed. He placed his hand on my shoulder.
"I made you into a beautiful creature. You're quicker now, your sight is wonderful, your shape is perfect! You're an amazing creature now, Jayden. Perfection beyond any human." His words flowed from his mouth like honey from a beehive. But I'm a cat, not a bear.
"Somehow, I don't think ya understand. I don't wanna be a cat!" I spat, shoving his hand off my shoulder. I wiped at where he had touched me, trying to get the slimy feeling to go away. He moved away and sat back down in the chair. Suddenly, I realized he had said my name.
"How'd ya know my name?" I snapped, feeling the fur on the back of my neck stand on end.
"I've been following your family for about a month now." He leaned the chair back against the wall. "Do you remember when your school had a school- wide blood test? That was really this facility. There's a test we do that looks to see if a person has a certain gene, what we call gene X. This gene can be manipulated to change the person who has it into an extraordinary superhuman. It just needs a little jump start to get it going." His smile curled even more. I was really hating him now. He had done something to me and I wanted to know what, but he wasn't finished talking yet.
"You and your two siblings tested positive for gene X. We had to bring you here, don't you see? You are making a great contribution to science." He sure did talk smooth.
"What do ya mean, jump start? And where are my brother and sister?" I gave a hiss. "What did you do to my parents?" He nodded his head and sighed.
"The jump start is a chemical called mutagen. It will work without gene X, but not as well. You see, if you don't have gene X, the mutation is reversible. But, as in your case, if you have the gene, the change is irreversible. You shall be this way forever." I stared at him with unbelieving eyes.
"You're lying."
"I am not; I'm telling the exact truth. As in regards to your siblings, they have both undergone a mutation such as yourself, but they were joined with animals compatible to their DNA." He stated. So, at least I still have my siblings.
"What animals?" I asked, trying to keep the growl out of my voice.
"Your brother: a rabbit. Your sister: A turtle." A turtle? Oh, wasn't Becca gonna be 'happy'. A thought suddenly ran into my head.
"But Becca is adopted, how could she have the gene?"
"It must run in her family too. I assure you, she tested positive." He went on. "Your parents were decided as useless since you would be here. Anyways, if we hadn't disposed of them, they would be looking for you and we wouldn't want that, now would we?"
With a cry that sounded more like a yowl, I launched myself at him. I wanted him to pay for what he had done to me and my family. He killed my parents, disfigured me and my siblings; now I was going to disfigure him. In mid-leap, a pair of hands snatched me out of the air. They gripped my sides so hard I had to let out a scream of pain. Gray Phantom had moved from his position. How intelligent of him. Tan Shirt's smile didn't waver, but I could see fury in his eyes as he came towards me. That fury didn't even compare to my own uncontrollable rage. My teachers had always said I have an anger problem.
"I'm glad we had this little discussion, Jayden." He patted my cheek. I turned my head quickly and snapped at his hand, but he was too fast. Gray Phantom tossed me onto my bed as Tan Shirt left. The vile man's head poked back in before he closed the door.
"By the way, my name is Dr. White. I'll be seeing you." I flung my pillow at his retreating head. When I was sure he was gone, I curled up in the middle of my gray bed in my gray room and cried until every blue tear was gone from my eyes.
Another chapter!! YAY!! Hope y'all like it!