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Title undecided
Prologue
The colors, where were the colors? The world was pitch black and silent, no light, no color, no sound, nothing. It was frightening. Where was she? Had something happened to her, was she okay? Is this what death was like? Or was it happening again? If it was happening again, then this shouldn’t be happening. She should see things and hear things, almost as if she were there in the place she was seeing, even if she wasn’t anywhere near the area. But there was nothing here, just black.
The sudden noise of a huge metallic door opening snapped her out of her thoughts. Light streamed through the huge vault door, blocked only by the small figure of a man. He hurried in and pressed a button before the door closed again, filling the front of the room with light. The girl smiled to herself. So she hadn’t suddenly found herself in an abyss, it had been a huge dark room. The man was small and round, with balding brown hair, turning gray at the edges. He had pale skin, with deep circles under his eyes, as if he hadn’t slept in days. The confused, worried expression on his face put the girl on edge.
There was something wrong, something terribly wrong with this whole thing.
She had seen this man before; that same exact face and expression somewhere else. But where had it been? Where would she have possibly seen this man before? She watched him as he proceeded to enter the large room, slowing as he came closer to the unlit section of the room. The girl could just make out an object in the dim light, but wasn’t sure what to make of it. It was flat, and shiny. And there was something in it, something huge.
The man cautiously reached a hand out toward the large object in front of him, tapping a button just in front of it. Red light filled the object, illuminating the thing inside. It was huge, with rippling muscles and glaring red eyes staring straight ahead at nothing. Even in the red light the girl could tell that was their natural color. He had tan skin, even though he apparently hadn’t been in the sunlight for a long time. His hair was short and brown, darker than the little mans. He was held in a large plastic looking box, held in place by metal chains.
This confined human monster looked as if he had been made by the facility, which wouldn’t surprise her. But he didn’t have the same look about him as the others had. But if the girl was right, then he was like her and her friends. Special, unique, with abilities to do things beyond what anyone could imagine. And if that was the case, then this man was terrifying.
But this couldn’t be right. The facility she had come from had been evacuated years ago. The government had destroyed the place when they found out about it. She had watched it happen, so she knew firsthand. The only way this place could have survived was if it had been underground. But that wouldn’t have been possible, the place had been blown up and searched thoroughly for any other areas hidden somewhere. How was this thing here? And what was the man planning to do with it?
The girl shook her head as she watched the man, trying to figure things out. This couldn’t be possible; it had to be a dream. This place didn’t exist anymore, so there was no way she could be seeing this for real. She watched as the world around her began to fade into blackness as she began to return to the world she belonged in, back at home.
The small man took a clipboard from the desk next to the Plexiglas cage, writing down the information showing up on the screen. The sudden sound of the iron door open behind him made him snap his head around. A young woman in a starched white lab coat walked into the room, her blonde hair tied up in a neat bun, her reading glasses in the coat pocket. She walked up to the cage as the man continued to write, studying the monster inside.
“So, how is the thing doing?” she finally asked, glancing at the man.
The man grimaced at the word she chose, putting the clipboard back on the desk. “Must I remind you that this isn’t a thing? This is my creation! I made this with my own two hands!” he proclaimed, looking up at the monster with wonder.
“That doesn’t tell me how it’s doing,” the woman stated, taping her foot.
“Um, well,” the man hesitated, looking over the papers again. “His brain activity is increasing at a steady rate, and none of the sedatives are working,” he finally said, keeping his eyes on the paper, flinching away.
The woman looked at him in shock, her eyes wide and fists clenched. “What did you just tell me?” she shouted, grabbing the man’s shirt by the collar and forcing him to look at her.
“Well, to put it shortly; He’s waking up, and we can’t stop him,” the man said as he tried to get out of the woman’s grip.
“Do you know how strong he is? He could break out of his restraints and rip us all to pieces in seconds! Not to mention his specialties!” she shouted, throwing the man on the floor and grabbing the papers. She flipped through them frantically, glancing up at the screen a few times before the panic began to set it. She slid to the floor, grasping at the table, her face pale and sweat collecting on her upper lip. “How long do we have?” she asked, her voice shaky.
“About half an hour, if it keeps up at this rate. There’s nothing we can do right now, let’s go,” the man said, picking himself up. He helped the woman to her feet, lead her out of the room, turned off the lights, and closed the door tightly behind him.
Woot! I've been working on this for a while now, but I've only just finished. It's been sitting there waiting for me to have time to work on it. Hopefully by having it up, I'll start working on it again sweatdrop
 Eriisu_Neko · Sat Oct 24, 2009 @ 12:50am · 0 Comments |
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