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Chapter 1
Year 2120
We are lab rats. Number 36 told me about it, before she got taken away by the people in the blue suits. She used to be my "roommate". I'm sure you are confused right now. I apologize. But please, hear me out. At the risk of sounding cliched, it started, well, back as long as I remember.
I was born and raised here, if you count "born and raised" like a farmer raises his livestock. As soon as I was about 5 years old, they took me away from my mother and put me in this cell here. I've never gone out of it without supervision. Never. I have had 14 changes of roommates, because they always get taken away or... die. We get injected, exposed to viruses and bacteria, beaten up, operated on. This is not for the weak-hearted. None of this is the perfect utopia. None of it.
My name is Number 48, or 48 for short. I have been subjected to my share of infections and diseases. I have contracted the worst diseases, from Strain 402 to Strain Mutation 389, to arm infections and leg infections. I think I actually had The Plague once. I've survived, but not without harm. I have lost my middle finger on my right hand (no obscene hand gestures now) and almost one of my eyes, the left one. It's close to blind now, but I've gotten off easy compared to Number 29, who lost all his limbs and died in great agony, at the age of 18. The average lifespan is about 25 years old here. And, yes, we do get bred. We aren't humans anymore. We are animals.
Are you wondering how I know all this? Answer: The Suited Ones, A.K.A. Bluies. One of them, when they were taking away my roommate Number 40, dropped a sheet of paper. I had snatched it up, hid it under my shirt, and read what I could before they realized and took it away. I learned too much. Too much.
I'm about 14. No one in here knows birthdays, so we don't exactly celebrate. Some have started to scratch a mark on their wall documenting the days, but the marks are soon washed away by their tears. Of fear, of pain, of longing. I am strong. I have survived. I am Number 48, am a survivor.
Until they break me. They have been coming down harsher than ever. It has been a long time since they have unleashed a new horror upon me, almost 3 years now. And I am sure, once they start testing on me, that I will be screaming, pleading, begging, moaning. There is only one way to escape from it: escape.
Everything we do is observed; whether it be in our rooms with the nailed-down, padded bunks, or in the quarantine/observatory rooms, or even in the bathroom. We are never left alone. Always, the security cameras embedded in the walls, the bug drones on the wall. It is going to be hard to escape.
” Hey! You! 48! Back away from the door, easy, now. Turn around and put your hands up.” They have come. Obediently, I turned to the wall and put my hands up, staring at the bleak, metal wall of the cell. Behind me, I heard the sound of the reinforced door grinding open, then a grunt and something fell to the floor, hitting with the solid thump of a human body.Most likely my new roommate. It wasn't until after the door had scraped shut again that I turned around and saw the pitiful mess on the floor, gibbering and moaning weakly, wearing the bleak, white one-piece suits that were issued to everyone here. At first, I despised her for being so weak, but them I saw the extent of her injuries. She had probably been exposed and contracted Strain 586, the most painful one that ravaged the body and the mind, but didn't kill instantly. It was also known as ” The Plague”. I should know. It was in that one that I almost lost my eye, for when I got it, the pain was so bad I hadn't realized my fingers were in my eye until it was to late. Shuddering aside the gruesome memories, I went to try to help the girl.
As I approached the quivering, sobbing mess, she suddenly reared back, and I saw the first good look at her. She had thin, dirty, brunette hair, watery and bloodshot gray eyes, and blood on her face. Feeling her pain, I crouched down next to her. She couldn't've been more than ten. This is a cruel, cruel world.
Tentatively touching her back and stroking it gently as one would a kitten, I tried to calm her. The girl went limp in my arms, so I carried her to the other bed and set her down.
” Don't.... No....... No more....please....” The ten year old whispered between hitching breaths heavy with phlegm, too tired for sobs and words.
” No, no more. I'm here. You are safe with me,” I promised.
But it was an empty lie.
More closely examining the girl after she had fallen into a uneasy sleep, I found several minor injuries along her arms, and some on her legs, apparently self-inflicted in the agony of the disease. None of them should be dangerous in the long run, and apparently none would hamper her for long, apart from some temporary scars. Now to the more pressing matters of escape.
Sitting on my bed, I mulled things over in my head. Who should I take? It would be unfair to only take me, because after I escape - if I escape - they would jump up the security and make it almost impossible to escape once again. But, if I escape, I could get some supporters and try. If anyone would support a tired, battered fourteen year old. I'm not even sure what things will be like outside. If there is an outside anymore, since I was born and raised in here, as I said. Hell, don't know anything other than the cell here, the quarantine, the hallways, the bathroom, and the exercise room.
The exercise room is just a bleak, gray room with one treadmill on it. Always surrounded by guards, you are forced to run on it for half an hour each day, for the norm. Some get more exercise, as part of the Bluies' tests, and some, the opposite. To Jeep us healthy until they kill us.
Hilarious.
Chapter 2
” Don't you ever think its cruel, to experiment on them? After all, they are humans.”
” Do they pay you to feel bad for them? They are barely human. No more brains in them together than a deranged monkey. Check on Number 48, see how she... It... Is adjusting to its new roommate.”
” Still, though, they are humans. Stop calling them it. Show them some respect, okay? They are the ones sacrificing their lives for the research, not us, and not getting paid, too.”
” JUST CHECK ON HER, WILL YOU!?! FOR ONCE, DO WHAT YOU'RE TOLD!!! ITS NOT GOING TO KILL YOU! GODDAMMIT, JASON!”
” Geez. Calm down. I'm doing it, i'm doing it, okay? Hmmm... Interesting.”
” What is it?”
” It seems as if 48 is...caring for Number 52. Look, she's helping her to the bed... Murmuring something... Can't hear...”
” THEN TURN UP THE AUDIO VOLUME, YOU DOLT!!”
” Oh right... Heh heh. Silly me. Here we go.”
No more... Please...
No, no more. I am here. You are safe with me.
” Safe... Ha. There is no safe pace on Earth, now. Even this facility isn't airtight. Sometime or later, we are all going to die. Safe is nonexistent. Stupid, stupid girls. Right, Jason?”
” ....”
” Don't tell me you pity them. Their families decided to put them in here to help eradicate three diseases ravaging the outside world. Better them than us.”
” Yeah, but still. I'm sure they didn't give up their loved ones to know that they are suffering. I... I can't stop this tirade. I can't do anything. We are puppets to be manipulated, don't you see? Sooner or later they are going to run out of uses for them. I can't... But I have no choice.”
” That's basically the story of our lives, no? We are just a piece in their puzzle to continue human life. Now get to work checking all of them. Make sure Number 46 doesn't try to lift the beds again, or the boss'll have our heads.”
” Yes, sir.”
” How's the outside? Have the other teams found a cure or vaccine or anything that delays the Plague?”
” No, sir, but I hear that Gamma-Zeta have gotten very very close to a vaccine, but they'll say anything to get supporters.”
"Hmmph. If i have anything to say about it, we're going to win. Get that money and food and supplies, eh?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good! Now, get on with it!"
*Every two chapters I am going to Post a new post.
More to come!!!! Feedback appreciated! New ideas to incorporate in here wanted! Thank you for reading so far, see you soon!
Myst
Chapter 1
Year 2120
We are lab rats. Number 36 told me about it, before she got taken away by the people in the blue suits. She used to be my "roommate". I'm sure you are confused right now. I apologize. But please, hear me out. At the risk of sounding cliched, it started, well, back as long as I remember.
I was born and raised here, if you count "born and raised" like a farmer raises his livestock. As soon as I was about 5 years old, they took me away from my mother and put me in this cell here. I've never gone out of it without supervision. Never. I have had 14 changes of roommates, because they always get taken away or... die. We get injected, exposed to viruses and bacteria, beaten up, operated on. This is not for the weak-hearted. None of this is the perfect utopia. None of it.
My name is Number 48, or 48 for short. I have been subjected to my share of infections and diseases. I have contracted the worst diseases, from Strain 402 to Strain Mutation 389, to arm infections and leg infections. I think I actually had The Plague once. I've survived, but not without harm. I have lost my middle finger on my right hand (no obscene hand gestures now) and almost one of my eyes, the left one. It's close to blind now, but I've gotten off easy compared to Number 29, who lost all his limbs and died in great agony, at the age of 18. The average lifespan is about 25 years old here. And, yes, we do get bred. We aren't humans anymore. We are animals.
Are you wondering how I know all this? Answer: The Suited Ones, A.K.A. Bluies. One of them, when they were taking away my roommate Number 40, dropped a sheet of paper. I had snatched it up, hid it under my shirt, and read what I could before they realized and took it away. I learned too much. Too much.
I'm about 14. No one in here knows birthdays, so we don't exactly celebrate. Some have started to scratch a mark on their wall documenting the days, but the marks are soon washed away by their tears. Of fear, of pain, of longing. I am strong. I have survived. I am Number 48, am a survivor.
Until they break me. They have been coming down harsher than ever. It has been a long time since they have unleashed a new horror upon me, almost 3 years now. And I am sure, once they start testing on me, that I will be screaming, pleading, begging, moaning. There is only one way to escape from it: escape.
Everything we do is observed; whether it be in our rooms with the nailed-down, padded bunks, or in the quarantine/observatory rooms, or even in the bathroom. We are never left alone. Always, the security cameras embedded in the walls, the bug drones on the wall. It is going to be hard to escape.
” Hey! You! 48! Back away from the door, easy, now. Turn around and put your hands up.” They have come. Obediently, I turned to the wall and put my hands up, staring at the bleak, metal wall of the cell. Behind me, I heard the sound of the reinforced door grinding open, then a grunt and something fell to the floor, hitting with the solid thump of a human body.Most likely my new roommate. It wasn't until after the door had scraped shut again that I turned around and saw the pitiful mess on the floor, gibbering and moaning weakly, wearing the bleak, white one-piece suits that were issued to everyone here. At first, I despised her for being so weak, but them I saw the extent of her injuries. She had probably been exposed and contracted Strain 586, the most painful one that ravaged the body and the mind, but didn't kill instantly. It was also known as ” The Plague”. I should know. It was in that one that I almost lost my eye, for when I got it, the pain was so bad I hadn't realized my fingers were in my eye until it was to late. Shuddering aside the gruesome memories, I went to try to help the girl.
As I approached the quivering, sobbing mess, she suddenly reared back, and I saw the first good look at her. She had thin, dirty, brunette hair, watery and bloodshot gray eyes, and blood on her face. Feeling her pain, I crouched down next to her. She couldn't've been more than ten. This is a cruel, cruel world.
Tentatively touching her back and stroking it gently as one would a kitten, I tried to calm her. The girl went limp in my arms, so I carried her to the other bed and set her down.
” Don't.... No....... No more....please....” The ten year old whispered between hitching breaths heavy with phlegm, too tired for sobs and words.
” No, no more. I'm here. You are safe with me,” I promised.
But it was an empty lie.
More closely examining the girl after she had fallen into a uneasy sleep, I found several minor injuries along her arms, and some on her legs, apparently self-inflicted in the agony of the disease. None of them should be dangerous in the long run, and apparently none would hamper her for long, apart from some temporary scars. Now to the more pressing matters of escape.
Sitting on my bed, I mulled things over in my head. Who should I take? It would be unfair to only take me, because after I escape - if I escape - they would jump up the security and make it almost impossible to escape once again. But, if I escape, I could get some supporters and try. If anyone would support a tired, battered fourteen year old. I'm not even sure what things will be like outside. If there is an outside anymore, since I was born and raised in here, as I said. Hell, don't know anything other than the cell here, the quarantine, the hallways, the bathroom, and the exercise room.
The exercise room is just a bleak, gray room with one treadmill on it. Always surrounded by guards, you are forced to run on it for half an hour each day, for the norm. Some get more exercise, as part of the Bluies' tests, and some, the opposite. To Jeep us healthy until they kill us.
Hilarious.
Chapter 2
” Don't you ever think its cruel, to experiment on them? After all, they are humans.”
” Do they pay you to feel bad for them? They are barely human. No more brains in them together than a deranged monkey. Check on Number 48, see how she... It... Is adjusting to its new roommate.”
” Still, though, they are humans. Stop calling them it. Show them some respect, okay? They are the ones sacrificing their lives for the research, not us, and not getting paid, too.”
” JUST CHECK ON HER, WILL YOU!?! FOR ONCE, DO WHAT YOU'RE TOLD!!! ITS NOT GOING TO KILL YOU! GODDAMMIT, JASON!”
” Geez. Calm down. I'm doing it, i'm doing it, okay? Hmmm... Interesting.”
” What is it?”
” It seems as if 48 is...caring for Number 52. Look, she's helping her to the bed... Murmuring something... Can't hear...”
” THEN TURN UP THE AUDIO VOLUME, YOU DOLT!!”
” Oh right... Heh heh. Silly me. Here we go.”
No more... Please...
No, no more. I am here. You are safe with me.
” Safe... Ha. There is no safe pace on Earth, now. Even this facility isn't airtight. Sometime or later, we are all going to die. Safe is nonexistent. Stupid, stupid girls. Right, Jason?”
” ....”
” Don't tell me you pity them. Their families decided to put them in here to help eradicate three diseases ravaging the outside world. Better them than us.”
” Yeah, but still. I'm sure they didn't give up their loved ones to know that they are suffering. I... I can't stop this tirade. I can't do anything. We are puppets to be manipulated, don't you see? Sooner or later they are going to run out of uses for them. I can't... But I have no choice.”
” That's basically the story of our lives, no? We are just a piece in their puzzle to continue human life. Now get to work checking all of them. Make sure Number 46 doesn't try to lift the beds again, or the boss'll have our heads.”
” Yes, sir.”
” How's the outside? Have the other teams found a cure or vaccine or anything that delays the Plague?”
” No, sir, but I hear that Gamma-Zeta have gotten very very close to a vaccine, but they'll say anything to get supporters.”
"Hmmph. If i have anything to say about it, we're going to win. Get that money and food and supplies, eh?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good! Now, get on with it!"
*Every two chapters I am going to Post a new post.
More to come!!!! Feedback appreciated! New ideas to incorporate in here wanted! Thank you for reading so far, see you soon!
Myst
I've never put my writings public so not sure what ppl will think. Don't be afraid to tell me what's wrong. Few minor glitches in it, fix those later. I will try to put more here every two or three days. Thanks!