Specimen

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Chapter 1

The names Origin. Strange I know, but it's the name I was given 17 years ago, and the name I have never been able to understand. What confuses me most is who would name their daughter Origin. But to that question I will never know the answer. My mother died only moments after I was born, and the father I have known for 10 years was never there to understand her choice. My lack of understanding to my name in no way makes me want to change it but all it does is make me wonder. Just when I think I know who I am, it all starts again. The overthinking.

Life in Indence was okay. That was until the Government, the Inders took a big turn and each division was controlled by Terrors. Terrors are what the Inders like to call the new and improved super soldiers. Honestly I see nothing "super" about them. They are here to create fear, hence the name Terror. They are science experiments. They are taken and trained for a period of time, and if they succeed they go to the next phase. The phase I like to call the super-size phase. They are injected with god knows what and when all injections have been injected over the course of about 3 weeks they become animals. They become huge tall men with incredible strength. But they have nothing left in them. They are heartless. And they will stop at nothing to destroy anything or anyone who tries to disturb their so called peace.

The Inders think we don't know what goes on in their little pretty labs, but they are oblivious to the fact that everyone knows. I mean how stupid do they think we are? They think mothers don't know when their sons go missing? Its crystal clear that boys are kidnapped and are changed to these monsters. They are taken away unknowingly and have no say to what happens to them. One day they are human, and the next they are a killing machine. The worst part is we can't do anything about it. We wake up every day knowing that it could be the last day we see one of the boys. But it wasn't so clear to me 2 years ago.

I remember it like it was yesterday. We were laughing about how stupid the terrors really were. Alex had just kept going on and on about how he would never let them take him. And I believed him. But it had all happened so fast. One minute we were laughing and the next he was screaming at me to run.

"Run Origin! What are you do doing?! Run!"

"What am I doing?! What are you doing! Don't just stand there Alex! Let's go!"

I could see them running our way.

"No."

"No?"

"I can't. You know I have no chance. "

"But yo- you promised! You said you wouldn't let them take you!"

"There's nothing I can do. You have to go."

"No. You can't make me."

But he did. He pushed me into the stairwell of the abandoned building we would meet up in every day and I had bumped my head. I could hear their footsteps. They were so close. Too close. I had no time to compose myself before I heard him yell. He yelled my name and the amount of pain and fear I felt at that moment was surreal.

I am brought back to reality by the sounds of the loud sirens indicating lights out. My cheeks are wet and I know I must have been crying. I look down at my drawing. The paper is wet and the ink is smudged. I slam my fist against my old weak desk and moan in frustration as my desk shakes. I sit there for a minute thinking about how weak I was. How if I was who I am today things could have been different. I could have saved him.

I get up and head to my bed. I lay there for what seems like forever thinking about him. What he looks like now. If he makes stupid jokes. But I remember what he has probably become before I am engulfed in darkness. Darkness I'm happy consumes me.