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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2. Chapter One

 

Florescent lights bounce off the glossy walls, nearly blinding my sensitive eyes. My skin crawls in discomfort as the chilling metal of cadaver table nips at my flesh. My wrists as well as my ankles are bound in tight metal braces attached to the table. The air here smells of alcohol swabs and cleaning solution.

Turning to the side I see him. Griffin. I remember the way his neon jumper glowed against the pristine walls before being replaced with an exam gown. I tried talking to him earlier, but he wouldn’t respond. His behavior is much like the ones of the City, stuck-up and rude. I have never met a criminal before now nor someone from the City. My parents always told me to stay way from crowded places, and when I close my eyes, I can still hear their voices warning me, “Never go there. No matter what the cost.”

But it's too late for that now. 

On my left is a girl who appears to be a few months younger than I. Her dark hair cascades down her rounded shoulders, and her glasses shield her icy blue eyes. There are four of us here. Another boy rests next to Griffin,; I can tell from the sound of his heavy breathing. The constant rush of his breath is the only unsteady noise in the room. I am scared too, but I don’t show it.

“Is it ready?” somebody asks behind me, his voice is raspy. The demanding tone in which he speaks leads me to believe he's one of the government officials.

“Yes, sir, we’re about to inject it in their blood system. If the chemical works, their eyes will turn blue,” a man in a white gown says.

“And if it doesn’t work?”

“We will put them to sleep.” The Official crosses his arms and nods his head in approval. I stare at the ceiling, hoping I will evaporate into the small atoms in the air.

I’m brought back to reality when a roar of anger surges forth from Griffin's mouth. He thrashes his body around on the table, attempting to free his himself. He arches his back and rattles his fists against the cuffs that confine him. He looks at me for the fist time. A chill runs up my spine, and my muscles grow stiff. A thin layer of facial hair traces the outline of his sharp jaw. His eyes are light brown, and his skin is a shade lighter. Wavy brown hair frames his masculine face. His brows knit after a while. I have a feeling he knows what’s going on.

A man dressed in white approaches me. His skin is nearly translucent, almost to the point that I can see every vein in his arms. He waves a thin syringe in front of my eyes. A blue, glowing liquid, sloshes around inside it. He places it down on a mirror-like plate and attaches wires to my head. For a moment I feel like a robot, wires and metal enclose me. His hands slide into the silicone gloves and snap against his skin as he releases them. I try to focus on his face, but my eyes veer towards the wall in hopes to avert the bright light he places above me.

His delicate fingers follow the vein in my arm. “No! Don’t do it!” Griffin snarls. I wish he hadn’t because he is immediately silenced with a painkiller, causing him to fall asleep almost instantly.

“What are you going to do to me?” I ask steadily.  I won’t allow them to hear the terror that is rising inside me.

            “We’re just doing a few tests, that’s all,” a nurse at my side replies.

            “Why is he so worried then? If it’s just a few tests, we should be fine, right?” Her eyes fill with sudden guilty look. She is a horrible liar.

            “You’re going to have a little nap, okay?” Her voice is sweet, but I try to see through it.

            “No, I want to know what’s going on!”

            “Hurry, Doc.” Her nostrils flare in desperation. I clinch my fist together, and sweat forms between my fingers. I feel a prick in my skin. Then everything begins to fade, begins to blur. I try fighting against it, but it is no use. The bright light suddenly fades into complete, utter darkness.

 

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“It didn’t work, the boy is already up. There's no sign of change,” a muffled voice  reports. My eyes open, but only slightly. It’s the scientist. His white coat blends into the glossy walls, causing his head to look like it’s floating. Maybe I’m still in a daze.

“Well, do away with them. Put them to sleep,” another man replies. I quickly shut my eyes as if I had never awakened. I feel the needle glide into my flesh; they have injected the Sleeping Serum. In a few moments, I will be dead. The others and Griffin have been injected as well, and once the scientist leaves, I look at Griffin. I like watching him sleep, or in this case, slowly die. His face isn’t so hard. I close my eyes knowing he is the last person I will see on this earth. I wait for hours to feel life fade, but it never does.

The door glides open, and men in black appear. They unlock my shackles and release the others from its numbing grip. I force my body to stay limp, though I want to stand on my own so desperately. Something rushes through my blood, like adrenaline, but more powerful. I suspect it's the side effects of the Sleeping Serum wearing off.

            “Boss told me just to toss them in the alley. The beggars will try to take them,” says the man dragging me. I peer though a small slit in my eye and see Griffin looking at me. Once we make eye contact, he closes his eyes. He’s alive.

            The other two are frail compared Griffin and  me, and I can’t tell if they have died, or if they’re faking it like us. A fowl smell rises from the floor as the smooth tile fades into concrete. I grit my teeth when the rough ground lacerates my pale skin. A gust of wind runs against my body, tickling the small hairs that stand on my arms. The exam gown is not  barely substantial, and I suddenly feel very insecure.

            The rush of falling sweeps over me as the men toss us into the black night. The pavement meets us with a thud. I fight against the urge to cry out in pain, but to be honest, the scrapes don't hurt as much as I had expected.

            Once the door behind me clicks shut, I rise from the wet concrete and brush off the dirt that gathered into the cuts on my knees. A gasp comes out from behind me. I swiftly turn to see the brown-haired girl trying to lift herself up. Her head is surrounded by a halo of blood, and her hands have been stripped raw where she attempted to break the impact of colliding with the ground.

            I rush to her side. “Are you okay?” I ask while grabbing her arm and helping her to her feet.

            “Fine. What happened to us?” she asks while pressing her blood-soaked hand against her head. Before I can reply, a deep, smooth voice emerges from behind us. It’s Griffin.

            “They tried to create somebody strong, intelligent, sly, and strong-willed. Also, somebody who can’t think for himself,” he says. “But they failed.” As he speaks, a glowing ring traces around his iris. “We can think for ourselves. We aren’t always strong, but in times of true danger or distress, we will become superhuman. We will become invincible.”   

            

           

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