RIPPERS

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Humans.

Such destructive creatures. A selfish and power hungry race. They tend to thirst for knowledge, to make more out of a dangerous curiosity but if they do not come to an understanding, out of fear and hate, they destroy.

Humans are always seeking for one way to be on top. They would do anything. Scheming, lying, manipulating. The list goes on. They make hundreds of mistakes over and over again. It is like they never learn.

But whether it be fortunate or unfortunate, this was how I was created. I am a failed experiment of an agency that shouldn't exist. It is a literal hell on earth.

Being a part of The Super Soldier Experiment or the Vamprix serum requires of us to be inhuman. To be monsters. And that is what they made us.

But we are known as Rippers.

Strong creatures with killer instinct and made for stealth. However, I'm sure that us needing blood for survival wasn't exactly planned

We were made to be saviors of the human race. We were made to install peace and order. We were made to be controlled.

However, when they saw that this was not the case, that we still had a human side, that we rebelled; we were labeled as failed and annihilation of the rippers was put into place. Apparently, us having humanity is dangerous resulting in them wanting to commit genocide. Smith's Agency of Science and Technology doesn't tolerate failure.

I am known as Successful Original Subject 02. The abbreviation S.O.S 02 is what I am mainly called or Original. Lesser words have been used to refer to me.

I am different from other rippers. Put into a category on my own. So far I've seen two other types of rippers. But that was when I wasn't chained up. I am not sure about others.

I also have not seen any more of my kind but I do know that I am the second one.

You may ask how we came to be. Our mothers? Women brought from the streets or pulled from homes that have been lied to and persuaded using bribery and threats. Our fathers? Mixtures of chemicals of all sorts used to rearrange the DNA and enforce a new one.

I was raised by nurses for seventeen years, At Least I think so. They taught me to read and write. They fed me and took care of me. What couldn't be taught was implanted into my mind by devices and machines, never a painless procedure.

I was forced by the agents of Smith to kill. To take lives as if I was the one who had given it. I was forced to fight.

Kill or be torn apart.

But I'm here now. What I know of this world is what the nurses have taught me. The first time I stepped out of the agency was strange. It was the most of...anything I had ever felt in my entire existence.

But that was hours ago or days. I wasn't quite sure. Time was a foreign thing to me out here.

It isn't like there were nurses to tell you anything.

The sky was as dark as the first time I saw it. The tiny dots didn't shine as much as they were hidden by a light fog. I had stumbled across a town now. Its air not as fresh as the woods but filled with different smells and more...food.

I walked as the cool air gently hit my face. I hadn't noticed how long my brown hair was when I could feel it brush against my lower back from time to time. My jade green eyes darted around my surroundings as I observed. My bare feet, feeling the warm pavement underneath. My ears were alert.

I walked further into the town looking for something to eat. The smell of fresh blood was everywhere in this place and I was very hungry. I was not accustomed to going this long without food and it was beginning to affect me.