Superhuman

In a dystopian America, Trinity Shire, and three other teenagers are taken captive by the government to be used as scientific experiments. The scientist plan on making the "perfect human". They strive to create someone that is able to conquer anything. They spent years perfecting a chemical that could wash out the mind of a human so they can't think for themselves. They plan to build an army of mindless power machines, but will they succeed? Copyright © 2013 by Cassidy McClurkan,
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6. Chapter Five

 

            The door clicks shut behind us signaling the beginning of our mission. I regret accepting his offer. I hate the city now. Our feet tread lightly on the dusty path. It’s been two weeks since the injection. Two weeks since our recent changes, and I’m still trying to figure out what I can do, or what makes me special. I know that whenever I’m in danger or angry, that my eyes light up, and I become nearly invincible. I’ve been with Lance, Jesse, and Griffin for a while now, but I feel as if I know nothing about them.

            “You know, you don’t have to be scared of me.” Says Griffin. I ponder for a moment; does he know I fear him?

            “I know.” I say, even though I’m not convincing myself.

            The humid air presses down on us, causing almost everything to be uncomfortable. I always hated humidity, because my hair would frizz. But I don’t care anymore. I’ve learned to forget about makeup and dressing up. Though, at times I do miss it.

            “There it is.” Says Griffin while pointing to some object in the horizon. My eyes follow his fingers trying to detect what he’s pointing to. In the distance is what seems to be a foggy circle. I squint harder trying to make out the strange shape. The thick bars forms two large circles, and they seem to be supporting small carts. A ferris wheel.

            We enter to what seems to be an old fair ground. Tattered tents and chipped clown statues rest at every corner. The sun has faded behind run down buildings, casting a sinister veil to the fair. “Why are we here?” I question keeping my eyes and ears alert, and to be honest, I always feared clowns.

            “Follow me, and put your hood up.” I obey his command and catapult the thin fabric over my head. The shadow hid my face. Exotic stuffed animals dangle from the torn tents. Popcorn and cotton candy stands lay idly on the ground, and tickets skip across the ground as the wind slowly pushes them. I hear Griffin’s sneakers squeak against stray tiles as we enter a small building. Small lights flicker from the sign that dangles on the side. “OSWALD’S PUB”.

            The potent smell of alcohol leaks through every crack in the wall. I can hear burst of shouts and glass shattering against the wall. Griffin gives me a cautious look, and then leans over to me. “Stay hidden in the corners, and don’t speak to anyone.” His warning was familiar. He slides the door open and enters with his head down. Immediately my foot falters over a stray chair that had been pushed over. Eyes fall on me, and suspicious glances are exchanged. I quickly stagger to the counter and order a drink hoping to divert the attention. Why here, Griffin?

            I prop my elbow up on the cold granite and ease my head onto my hand. My eyes are shifting from one place to the other. I watch as Griffin fades into a room with another man. He obviously used to come here, which causes my heart to sink a little.

            “You gonna drink that?” a rough voice spoke at my side. I turn my head toward the bar tender, and raise the glass in his face.

            “Yeah.” I lie. He rolls his eyes and turns to other customers. It’s been nearly an hour since Griffin vanished in one of the rooms near the back. My finger traces around the rim of the small cup as anxiety begind to flare inside me.

            The light touch of a hand brushes against my shoulder. I swing my body around, readying myself to run. My eyes focus in on his, and all the stress bundled in my body seems to unravel. “What took you so long?" I hiss.

            “I just got some money that people owed me.” Griffin’s voice is rushed as if he is readying himself for an attack. “I see your enjoying yourself.” He points to the glass of untouched alcohol.

            “Ha, you wish.” I reply as I slide off the stool and roll my eyes. Just as my feet hit the ground, a raging voice emerges from the room Griffin had just left. A suspicious smile lifts his cheeks.

            “Hurry, lets go!”

            He yanks me forward and we fly out of the pub that is rising with excitement. I’m guessing fights are common entertainment here, and Griffin just started one. Whatever he did, it didn’t settle with the others.

            I look back down the alley where the bar rests, and in the corner of my eye I see a rather large man beating his fist in the air. “Who’s that?” I question.

            “He was in the cell next to me during prison. He said if I helped him out with a little money that he would return the favor,” he pauses for a moment, catching his breath as we run, “I’m not proud of what I did, and lets just say I need the money now more than ever.” he laughs to himself. I can tell he’s glad he took the money, and I bet the man had no intentions of helping him out later. People are selfish.

            Our feet beat steadily against the old pavement as our sprint turns into a jog. “We have to go into the inner city to get food, and information.” Griffin says.

            “Why do we need information?” I feel stupid asking such a question, but I have to know.

            “I want to know if people are looking for us.”

            “That’s a great idea! Lets go into a city full of people that may be searching for us!” the sarcasm oozes out of my mouth so naturally. Griffin smiles in return to the comment.

            “I told you this is what we’d be doing.”

            “I know.” I remind myself, “I know.”

            “I have an idea to make this trip more fun,” his eyebrow lifted and a cocky smile spread across his face. “Want to go out? Like on a date?”

            My cheeks immediately flush red and I try to conceal them. “We don’t have anything to wear.” I imply. He reaches into his pocket, and then waves several hundred dollars in my face.

            “We will now.” 

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