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.


5. Chapter Four

The pain throbbed through my body. I opened my eyes expecting to see the underside of Nicole’s mattress, instead bright lights glared down at me.


Something pressed over my mouth and nose, but I couldn’t see it. I tried to reach for it, but my hands were bound at my sides.


I half-turned my head. Something tugged sharply at my throat. Panic surged through me. I yanked at my arms, but they wouldn’t budge. I pulled harder, ignoring the ache of my body.


Something moved, just out of sight. It crept in past the shadows at the edge of my vision.


“It’s all right,” the female lab tech murmured. “Shush, it’s okay.” She rested her palm across my forehead as she had earlier and pushed my hair back from my eyes. Her hair was pulled to the back of her head. A blue mask covered her nose and mouth.


“Your body couldn’t handle the virus. You’ve been put in the isolation ward until you’re well enough to go back to the others.” 


She leaned nearer and pulled at whatever was attached to my throat. She stepped back, a thin tube hung from her hands. It led to a nearly empty bag of fluid. She discarded it on a tray beside me, pressed a pad to my neck and taped it in place.


“How long have I been here?” My voice was croaky, and the weird pressure still pushed on my face.


“Almost three days. It’s just before noon.”


I gaped at her. I’d never spent so much time out of action before.


“You’re better now though. You can probably go back to the others at some point tomorrow.” She injected something into a tube that stretched from another bag, hanging from a narrow pole beside me, down to my arm.


Once again, the world closed in around me. A groggy cloud dragged me down. Her hand slipped into mine and squeezed it gently as I drifted into sleep.

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