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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13. Chapter Twelve

       I kick my legs back and forth aimlessly. It seems rather careless to sit on the edge of a bridge. Suicide actually. But what does it matter? 

       "Nearly sunrise." Griffin reminds me for the fifth time. For some reason I cling to the hope that I will see to figures emerge from the haze. But the longer I wait, the less likely it is to happen. Griffin paces at the mouth of the bridge, kicking stones when he finds one. I sit and watch my feet dangle hundreds of feet in the air, knowing that if I make a wrong move, I would plummet into the depths of the water.

       "We better go." I mumble under my breath. The sun now reflects on the ripples beneath me, and I know I have waited to long. 

        Griffin offers me his hand, which I take without a second thought. I pause for a moment, looking out into the nothingness of the ruined city expecting to see Lance and Jesse. "There's no point in waiting. Come on." Griffin adds while gently tugging my hand, but my eyes are glued to the ashes and building structures. 

        "Think of all those people." I whisper. "They're all lost." 

         His face softens, and he cautiously places his shaky hand on my cheek. His thumb swipes away a stray tear. His eyes try to catch mine, but they can't find them. I look to him but I see nothing.

         "What's happening to us?" I question feverishly. I amble backwards. For the first time, I reflect on everything. My home, my family, and my life. I close my eyes, and remember the past that could never be my future. 

        "Trinity, take the dog out." My mother called from the kitchen, which she rarely left. I quickly obeyed and motioned Izzy, my dog, to the door. She bounded toward me like she always did. I opened the door for her, and looked out into the crops. A hazy figure swayed with tools in his hands. My father always made sure the soil was perfect for planting, because if he didn't, we would have starved. He had avoided going out to war, and so did I. 

        Every abled body was drafted. I had once met and eleven-year-old girl who had seen war in the Middle-East, but was quickly transported back to the US once civil war broke out. I can remember when the government stepped down, or at least mostly. They are still the most important people here, they just don't have control anymore.

       We were falling apart as a team when the world was at war. Now, the other countries have left us alone, figuring that we will destroy ourselves. It's working so far.

        I watched my father in the fields, embracing the freedom and the wind against my face. I should have known something was amiss in all of the peace. I should have never let the comfort of safety seep in that deep. Three men in black came to my front door. They said nothing, they just grabbed my arms. I can still feel the ghost of their hands jabbing into my ribs. Bear claw hands plugged my mouth, there was no way to scream.

         Nobody knew what happened to me. They just know I'm gone. I'm guessing they think I'm dead. I hope they think I'm dead.

         I quickly shake the thought of how my parents reacted to my disappearance, and awake to reality. The sound of rushing feet pounding against the ground echo in my ears. Griffin draws his gun out of habit. 

        "Lance." the name rolls off my tongue, and I rush toward the sound. Through the haze I see his dirty blonde hair bobbing with each stride he takes. He's alone. 

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