Short Stories

Dementia

My name is unfortunately Dementia. In my world it's the average name, but here it means something difefferent. So I call myself Sarah. My brother Demens, which is Latin, gets away with it because we lived in French speaking country.

My world really was just my life isolated in a village from others. We were a group called Les Vivants Aprés la Mort. It means the living after death. Why? Because everyone here came from 17 people who survived a plane crash in 1923. We are there descendants of them and carried out living for generations without others.

Unknowing to others that we existed until  7 years ago. I'm 22 and my brother 23, by literally two minutes! See, I was born 2 minutes after the new year and my brother was a couple seconds before.

We were taken from our small village and since been traveling the world. Unfortunately we have been separated from everyone else, whom we've been looking for.

We're also trying to hide. Once we did find them, we were horrified. They were taken to a lab and tests were done on them. Probably because how different we are, like a new race.

We have ears that are pointed and higher than others. This makes our hearing great, we also have longer toes and wider shoulders. Our nails look more like claws and our bodies are the stage of evolving right now so they don't fully retract yet. Our jaws are bigger and we have sharper teeth for eating meat and small teeth in the back for leaves and roots.

After research we found that our genetic DNA is far more different from normal humans, we're the fastest evolving species, and that they took them to the lab to figure out how to be like us. Why? Because we're more suitable to survive in the wild without electronics and other things normal humans use to live.

And that's why I'm here now. About to be cut open against my will, razors and knives aiming at my torso. A metal brace around my head, wires hooked into my brain, my legs jabbed with kneedles and my arms strapped down as they're slowly cut open to reveal my veins.

Doctors and nurses smiling down at me with an eerie look in their eyes. I struggled until one of them finally spoke, ending all possible happy futures with my friends and family.

"And now the fun begins."