I am in the mood of giving since a couple of days ago was Thanksgiving so each one of my stories have a two chapter update.
Enjoy, from aisha12894.
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Butch was in shock that him and his brothers were at the girls' house at such a godforsaken hour. They should be at their home in their beds.
Yet, they could not shake the feeling that the girls' could easily be targeted in their sleep out of their heads.
"You can pull up a beanie bag." Buttercup suggests while she swings back in forth in her chair. "It's kind of weird having someone standing in the middle of your room."
"So...why has the almighty Butch grace me with his presence in my room?" She questions about the purpose of his late night visit.
"I just learned something that I thought you should know about it. If I didn't tell you then you would have wondered why your life was in danger." He speaks up before he plops down on the beanie bag.
"...same here, but you first, since you flew all they way your home to tell me." She claims as she gestures her point across.
"That attack in the cafeteria wasn't random. Someone wanted to give you and your sisters' a warning." Butch brings up the incident from that afternoon.
His revelation causes her to quirk one of her eyebrow while she tucks her arms underneath her chest.
"So you are telling me that someone wants to target me and my sisters'?" Buttercup clarifies with a thoughtful expression on her face.
"How ironic...I just found out what could be the reason for the attack." She mentions when she glances up at him.
"Listen, my brothers and I are always monitored by the military. We are the results of a secret project called Super Human Agency Reform Program or SHARP for short. My brothers and I are the sole survivors of the accident that occurred some years back." Butch relayed the information that Serena told him about.
Buttercup's eyes widen from shock as she leaps to her feet and pads over to him. She then squats down to his level.
"You are…a super…solider?" She slowly inquired that what she just heard was correct. The teen girl shoots straight up before vertigo washes over her.
"Buttercup," Butch extends out his arms and secures her within his grasps after he watches her stumble a bit.
"Butch, my friend, we are two peas in a pod on this one." Buttercup utters once she regains her balance.
She recognized that she was within Butch's arms and did not feel violated. She rather appreciated the kind gesture and found secret comfort in it.
"...are you saying that you and your sisters' are super soldiers as well?" He promptly asked when he recalled what she just said.
"Yeah, we just found that out today." Buttercup comments right before she finds herself being rock to sleep.
'This is crazy! Why are all of these secrets coming out now? Why this time?' He questions as he lulls the girl in his arms off to sleep.
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Bubbles enthusiastically flips through a current fashion magazine. Suddenly, there were abrupt sounds of knocks against her window.
She jolts from the noise, peers over at her windows, narrows her sights and makes out Boomer outside of the windows.
Bubbles shimmys out of her bed, ambles over to the window, and watches him points at the window.
"Sure," She quips while she unlocks the latch to the window and draws it toward her body.
Boomer drifts in a light blue bedroom with large bubbles being blown from a girl in a park with blonde hair, whose back was to him. It circles throughout the walls of the room.
There was a canvas reenforced by an easel that faced the wind he just passed through. She had a queen size circular shape bed with various size pillows that cushions a purple octopus bear with a black magican hat on top of it's head.
In one corner of her room, there was a mountain of bears along with a marionette's body on wheels.
She strolls over to an adjacent door, which he assumes open up to another room in the house.
What catches his sight in her room was an odd white bubble shape chair with a blue seat cushion, which dangles from the roof of the ceiling.
Bubbles reenters her room and observes Boomer's apparent fascination about her chair.
"You can sit down in it. I promise it won't break." She reassures him with a smile. He cautiously sits down in the chair and just like she said it held his weight.
"Are you surprised that I am here?" Boomer suddenly poses after he recounts how her face turns red whenever she sees him.
"Oh and why would you say that?" Bubbbles questions with a smug expression that did not suit her face nor her personality.
Boomer scratches his cheeks as a red hue surfaces on his face. He admits, "I mean, I am glad to see you. I was just concern about you."
Bubbles eases her smug to a fond expression and says, "I'm touched...seriously."
She rests on her bottom against her bed and maintains eye contact with the blonde boy.
"So were you checked out fine with the nurse?" He asked as he brought up what accorded earlier that afternoon.
"I wasn't hurt like Buttercup and Blossom but don't get me wrong...I was scared for my life." Bubbles admits.
"You don't have to sound so sad about it. You were unharmed and your sisters are fine like you said."
"I was scared just as much as you…it happened out of nowhere with all of our guards down." Boomer reassures her when she grabs her arm.
"I'm not even sure if I have emotions anymore." She expresses her doubt on feeling human emotions.
"Why do you say that?"
"I learned some pretty unbelievable news today. My sisters' and I are super soliders. The lone survivors of a freak accident or so the professor told us."
'That explains the sudden shift from her typical bubbly attitude to a cinder block.' Boomer discovers the real reason why she was so upset.
"I wouldn't say lone...just know that there are more of you out there." He tries to comfort her, which earns him an inquisitive look from her.
"My brothers' and I are survivors as well." Boomer unveils to her as her face clearly displays astonishment.
"So Boomer, you are…just like me and my sisters?" Bubbles curiously questions before he nods his head yes.
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For some odd reason, Blossom could not fall asleep so she trudges over to her massive bookshelves.
She randomly plucks a novel from the third row, lifts the cover of the book, fingers through the pages, and discontinues her search once she locates a page that was dog-ear at the upper corner.
Blossom occupies her desk seat, lays the novel on the surface of her desk and flips on the pink reading lamp.
The sound of a finger repeatedly taps against her window ensnares her focus as she leans back against her chair.
"Whose there?" Blossom questions since it feels weird that she politely asks the person or thing to identify themselves.
She narrows her sights and registers that it was Brick outside of her window. She briefly contemplates whether or not to ignore him or unlock the window.
Blossom reflects on her earlier conversation with him while she was in the school's infirmary. She inhales deeply, removes her body from her seat, and trudges over to the window.
"For a spilt second there, I thought you were going to leave me out in the cold." Brick jests while he sails inside of her room and lands on her floor.
"Nice room, pinkie." Brick compliments after he surveys his new environment or specificallly Blossom's bedroom.
Her walls were painted a shade of pink except one wall was darker than the other three. There was a canopy bed, with of course, a pink bedspread and matching pillows. She had two massive bookcases that stored volumes of literary works plus a stack of books on the floor.
There was a desk against the dark shade of pink paint with a laptop, which was currently close. A bright light on and a open book that she was more than likely reading before he arrived. She had a door adjacent to her desk that was closed.
"You seem to do a lot of reading in your spare time." He discloses after he notes the books on the shelf and the ones that were stacked against the side of her desk.
"It's a hobby of mine. What are you doing here at such a late night?" Blossom requests when he hunkers down on a circular item that rolls due to his added weight.
"...something about my brother wanting to warning Buttercup that you and your sisters' lives are in danger because the military's scanners detect Buttercup's energy source."
"Since it was unregistered in their catalogs, they deemed it as a potential terriostic threaten to America. So now you three are being hunted by an upgraded version of me, which probably attacked us at the cafeteria."
"A super solider...if you want an accurate name for the description." Brick enlightens her in a nonchalant manner.
"Wait a minute...you're a super solider?" She abruptly pops the question once super solider emits from his lips.
Blossom mentally recounts the entire conversation that she and her sister had with her father prior to Brick's arrival.
"Unfortunately I am…it's not something that I am proud of though." He professes while he glides around the room before being stop by Blossom, whose face was awfully close to his.
"I was just told that I, along with my sisters', are also products of this super solider project. Why of all times before the festival would this vital piece of information surface at this time?" She implores while her scratches his head and decides to let her continue on with whatever she was saying.
"Is it possible that the tournament is where they are going to target us since we are an automatic pick for the team? Why was the super solider project started? Does it have a bigger picture?" Blossom rapidly fires off her unanswered inquires that bothers her.
"Trust me, you won't find out that much unless you are a high ranking officer in the military branches of the Army, Air Force, Navy or Marines" Brick discloses with his chin in his hands once she backs away from the boy.
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The Professor was currently conversing on his personal built cell phone so his calls could not be trace by any type of military satellites.
"Serena, it's the Professor." He speaks in the phone's voicebox after he listens to a click that indicates the recipient on the other end.
"Which one?" She harshly questions since was familiar with too many professors' in her line of work.
Some of them she had personally hated for the inhumane experiments that they conducted for the so called progession of science.
"Utonium," He muttered with one of his hands cupped around his mouth because the senstive topic of their conversation could possibly be heard by the walls.
"Oh, Professor Utonium, how are you this night?" Serena politely inquires while she conducts her personal research on a certain matter.
"I'm not good. There's something that is bothering me about my children and I would like to seek a psychologist help." He falsely claims but actually speaks in a code.
"Okay, I will have to hear your side of their symptoms and we will go from there, tomorrow ten o'clock sharp." And with that they hung up.
The Professor uneasiness grew whenever he wanted to reveal to the girls about their past but assumed that it might destroy their lives.
However, a small sense of relief washes over him once he brings to the light about his daughters' tragic past.
'If only I had listen to Diane about SHARP's intention for the Super Solider Program before she was mysteriously murder.'
'I wouldn't have this heavy guilty conscious about ruining children's childhood by snatching it away from them.
'I should have seen all the blantly obvious signs that litrerally stared me right in the face. How could I've been so stupid?'
Professor Utonium's subconscious projects the images in chronological order as he recalls the earlier days as a professor.
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"Can you believe this Utonium? Another day of working with those brats!" A young woman reveled prior to them being buzzed in.
"Come on Diane, you know those kids aren't brats." He corrects the woman. They trekked over to a titanium door and slid their ID badges in the card reader.
"Retina and Fingerprinting scan required for Professor Adams and Professor Utonium." A robotic voice instructs the pair as metallic panels slide to reveal the respective scanners.
They properly executed the necessary requirements for entrance and was rewarded with, "Access Granted. Welcome Professor Adams and Professor Utonium. Have a wonderful day."
The pair jaunt the moderate length of the hallway that lead them to their designated workplace.
"Someone's in a good mood today...must be because it saw you Utonium." She mentions after she nudges his side with her elbow.
"It doesn't run on an Artifical Intelligence program, Diane. It is incapable of emotions due to its advance computing algorithms and processing specialized badges such as ours."
"Sheesh Utonium, you are a by the books scientist with no sense of creativity of imagination." Diane implies as she wags her index finger and adds, "I deem you as a fun free zone."
A brief smirk appears on his face but soon disappears when his eyes laid on Dr. Lo, the chief scientist, conducts quantum brain waves on three random children.
"Prof. Adams and Utonium are you ready to get to work?" He asks with his eyes intensively focus on his work.
The duo shuffle over to Dr. Lo in order to recieve their assignments for today.
He releases a deep sigh while he rubs his temples between his thumb and index finger. "
"Only one of them displays advance progression and that is AFSS-B-01-1. Her brain waves are stable and shows that she was able to retain the provided information." He mentions as he points to the particular subject that he discloses.
A girl with long casacading orange hair was calmly resting in the metallic bed. Her eyes was covered with a silver eyemask and regularly breathed through an oxygen mask.
Her black grid scanner displays green waves with large amplitude while the others were a straight line.
"These batch are classified as the strategist if you would per say." Dr. Lo explains while they watch the rise and falls of the children's chest.
"In the meantime, I wanted to extend you two a overdued congratulations on the superb work you have done."
"You two managed to increase the children's life expectancy percentage by a fairly decent amount."
"Thank you sir, we are..." Diane motions to accept the congratulations when Dr. Lo raises one of his hands and interrupts her, "I need for you two to take a walk with me."
After he walks ahead of them, she mutters, "Talk about a short lived celebration."
"Beggers can't be choosers." Utonium advises her with a stout smile presents on his face.
"Ah...was that a joke from Professor John Utonium?" Diane curiously inquires after she hears Utonium's advice.
He simply chose to ignore his lab partner constant badgering about a potential joke that he cracked.
The trio venture to another room where a girl with short black hair, who was clad in the usual test subject garbs. She lies horizontal against the bench press mat and secures her hands around the metallic pole.
"This is where we test their physical abilities." Dr. Lo voices as he guides their attention to the room. "She's one pound away from bench pressing one ton."
"Watch this," He instructs the two professors before he presses a button, leans toward the microphone and orders the woman to crank it up to one ton.
The raven hair girl's arm begin to rapidly shook and caved inward once the additional weight was added by the machine.
She emits a deafening grunt as she thrusts her arms upward and accidentally breaks the weightlifting machine.
A "wow" escapes her mouth after the amazing feat that the child perform without breaking a sweat.
"That was subject AFSS-B-01-2. There was only one other subject that surpassed her limit, AFSS-B-01-5. After all, there's the physical difference between male and female." He reports, which causes Diane to shake her head at the chauvinistic statement.
"I had decided that the BUT series are the brawlers or the heavy hitters as Americans would say." He identifies the name of the group to his two colleagues.
"Now on to the next group," Dr. Lo redirects their attention as they tour the rest of the rooms.
"Ah, we caught them in the midst of a training program!" He excitingly exclaims as the clear plexiglass displays two children halfway through a military regiments.
An lab assistant treks over to them, greets them, and delivers a piece of paper to Dr. Lo.
"It appears as if those are...AFSS-B-01-3 and AFSS-B-01-6 have constantly performed excellent in this area." He reads from the data present on the paper in his hands before he passes it along to Diane and John.
The trio spectate the two subjects in the simulator effortlessly annihilate their respective targets.
"I would have to say that they are suited to gather and retain information. They're stealth resembles ninjas and may even be a higher caliber them." Dr. Lo explained his theory about the group's assigned role.
The lights in the simulation room erases the pitch black darkness and reveals a young girl with curly blonde hair and light blue eyes along with a young boy with spiky blonde hair and cobalt blue eyes. They closely favor the relation of brother and sister instead of complete strangers.
'She's such an innocent girl. She shouldn't have to deal with the art of war.' John concludes inwardly when Dr. Lo broadcasts.
"As you two have witnessed with your own two eyes the capabilities of the Beta soldiers that were tested today. If there are any questions direct them to my assistant but resume with yesterday's assignment.
"Whoop de freaking do!" Diane sarcastically asserts after the pair retrace their steps back to their laboratory.
"At least we were acknowledged on our accomplishment." John reminds her of the congratulations Dr. Lo extends to them.
"...and like I said earlier talked about short lived." She repeated what she said from earlier.
As they occupy themselves with their lab requirements, Diane scopes out her surroundings before she whispers for John's attention.
"John, I need for you to listen to me," She mutters under her breath as she maintains her focus on her current experiment.
"I need to tell you something critical about our work. It is the real reason why the program was established for these kids." Diane whispers as she squeezes a drop of liquid from the eye dropper.
"Alright…Diane but tell me once we're finished up here." A focused John voiced with his eyes glued to the biocular microscope.
I never got to see her as Dr. Lo disclosed to all of the scientists of Diane's untimely death.
The Next Day...
"Did you hear that noise?" A random scientist poses to their fellow colleagues as he breaks their focus away from the clipboard in his hand.
"It sounds like a loud humming noise. It has to be coming from outside." Another voice chimes in right before the ground underneath them trembles.
John braces himself while he stumbles toward the window and watches in horror the sights that occurs outside.
Bombs continously rain from the skies and on to the other labatories, which results in the brutal massacre of the other scientists and children.
They were unaware that the military had deemed the SHARP project a waste of funds that did not yield any physical form of success. Total annihilation was necessary in case of a leak in information or a breach of security.
John calculates how close and far away the barrage was from their present location in the Beta soliders bunkers.
"We have to get out of here!" He verbally declares right before a bomb drops directly over them.
The force of the impact knocks John right on his behind while it fatally wounds his colleagues in the process.
It was at that moment, he felt that he was being judged by a divine spirit for the sins he committed as a scientist and was more than ready to accept his fate.
A hiss and metal against metal snaps him out of his near death experience and notices three bobs of orange, black, and blonde surface from within the bunkers.
The orange head nods her head to the black and blonde girl then points her head in John's direction.
They encircle him, lift him to his feet, secure him within their grasp and float upward from the ground.
"It seems as if this is our only chance. Let's get out of here." John hears one of them say when he feels himself afloat as he stares at the blackened skies of the dreadful past.
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Author's Note:
07.14.16 Major editing revision