The Sphinx Project

Not many people can say their entire existence has been one big lab experiment: poked and prodded by scientists, genetically modified to be the best and endure the worst, subjected to daily tests and trials that would kill a normal human. All Michaela wants is her own life, to be able to go to school, flirt with boys, maybe eat ice cream now and then. So when the chance to escape finally comes, Michaela and her sister grab it, taking their friends with them. But they weren’t the only ones to find their way out of those labs. Following close behind are another breed of creature, one that doesn’t know the difference between right and wrong, who exist only to feed their own hunger. The appearance of a strange boy who seems too much like them to be a coincidence makes things even more confusing. But as the world begins to literally fall apart around them, Michaela must accept his help, especially when she could lose the very thing she holds dearest: her sister.


6. Chapter Five

The tech was right. I moved back to our room the next morning after the others were sent to training. When they returned in the evening, they gathered around, asking if I was okay, before Nicole shooed Briana and Mouse to their own beds.


Nicole climbed in behind me and curled her arm around my waist. Warmth radiated off her. I turned my head. The sleeve of her white shirt was burnt away, the skin charred. A thick blue paste was smeared over her skin, some of which now stained my shirt. I didn’t mind.


“They wouldn’t tell me if you were okay. They wouldn’t say anything.”


“I’m fine now.” My voice still croaked.


“That’s not the point!” Her hand curled into a fist against my stomach, scrunching the edge of my shirt into her grasp. “It shouldn’t be this way. We’re not lab rats! I don’t care if they did have a hand in making us, we don’t deserve this. If Mom was still alive, she’d never let this happen!”


I squeezed her hand.


“I’m going to get us out of here.” Her fist loosened, but her fingers toyed with the edge of the fabric. “Me, you, the others. We’re leaving as soon as I figure out how.”


I couldn’t respond; there was nothing I could say that would help. If anyone could get us out of here, it was Nicole.


Freedom was a fantasy, it always had been. I wanted to choose what to do with my own life, instead of hunting people down like animals. I wanted to go to school like a normal teenager, eat junk food, and cut my hair once in a while. More than anything, I didn't want to be a lab rat anymore, and I wanted to feel safe; to know there wasn’t always a loaded gun pointed at my back, waiting for one wrong move to blow me into oblivion.


As we drifted off to sleep, Nicole didn’t bother to retreat to her own bed. Even when we were children with our own rooms, Mom had always found us together in the morning.

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