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.


36. Chapter Thirty-Five

We didn’t stop, or speak, until we were well outside the city limits. I stewed in my own thoughts, trying to figure everything out, fighting to hold back the tears. As we turned onto a quiet road, I pulled to the side, unable to restrain them anymore.

Water poured from my eyes and my body shook. Mouse wrapped her arms around me while sobs racked her body.


“Why’d she sell us out?” Mouse raised the question I’d been turning over in my head since I’d seen Nicole’s fist slam into Briana’s nose. Well, one of the questions. Had she really sold us out? The resignation in Mouse’s tone mirrored some of the emotions swirling within me. I still couldn’t believe what had happened. Yeah, we knew the risks, but we’d never expected to be so completely overwhelmed.


“I don’t know.” I couldn’t keep the despair out of my voice. What were we going to do now? What could we do? We needed to find out where they’d taken Nicole and then we had to get her back. “We have to rescue her.”


I wiped the tears from my eyes and leaned back, staring at the roof.


“Where are we going?” Mouse asked, her head nodding on the edge of my vision.


I thought for a while. “South Carolina,” I said, “unless you have a better idea. I can’t think of anywhere else to start.”


“It’s the only lead we have.” Mouse paused and turned to me. “Do you trust him?”


“I don’t know,” I said truthfully. “I want to, but there’s a part of me that’s screaming it’s a bad idea.” I leaned back in my seat, trying to stretch the muscles of my injured shoulder. It was better now, but it was still stiff and ached most of the time. I tried to rotate my wrist a little within the confines of the cast; it still hurt after punching the man in the tunnel.


Why was I so quick to want to trust this boy? He’d helped us escape, but were his intentions simply to assist us or was there something else? Visiting New York hadn’t answered any of our questions. It had only created more, along with a whole pile of extra trouble. Everything was my fault.

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