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.


69. Chapter Sixty-Eight

I twisted as I fell, the person’s momentum strong enough to tackle me to the ground. My head smacked on the heavy door, pushing it wide open. My world swam in front of my eyes, but I recognized the face of my attacker and her dark hair. Briana.


She pinned me down and drew her fist back to send a punch to my already tender head. I was dazed, more from the identity of my attacker than the actual attack. Matt’s hand came into view. He tried to grab her but she lunged at him instead.


Matt was quick, though. Somehow he managed to grab her hand and lift her from the ground. It was like watching an adult lift a squirming child. Apart from Mouse, Briana had always been the shortest. She flailed like a fish out of water.


I pulled myself to my feet. She twisted like a cat and slammed her head back into Matt’s face, making him drop her.


“What the hell?” I yelled as she launched herself at me again. She swung her foot toward my head. I dropped the gun, throwing both of my arms up to shield my face from the blow, before kicking out at her other foot.


She avoided it but I pushed forward, kicking at her knee as she tried to sidestep me. My foot connected. Her knee cracked and she fell to the ground. She tried to leap to her feet again. I knocked her back and punched her in the nose. She crumpled.


Fury coursed through me. My blood boiled. I tried to take a breath to steady myself, but it didn’t work. I’d beat the stuffing out of a girl I’d known my whole life. I wasn’t angry at her. I was angry at the puppeteer pulling our strings.


I turned to face the woman sitting primly behind the desk. She seemed almost bored with the display. I scooped my gun from the ground and leveled it at her face. She didn’t even flinch.


“You do realize they’ll never stop chasing you, don’t you?” Doctor Fould's southern drawl dripped with resentment and resignation. “They’re going to send me after you time and time again until they’ve got you back.”

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