Subject 116

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There was a girl kneeling by my side. She was shaking, and her pupils were wide. She was grabbing at my wrist, in some sort of confused and frustrated daze, like she was pleading for something. I could do nothing to help her, I didn't have the slightest clue as to what was going on. Nothing was clicking. I didn't know how I got here, what I was doing here, why I was in so much physical pain, or who I even was. Everything was blank, I was just here, there was nothing more to it.

This girl claimed to know me, and that I knew her somehow. But I had never seen her before. There was nothing about her that was familiar to me. Both her voice and appearance were new. All of this was new. It was like I just appeared, and was placed into this situation. There was no other way to describe it, I didn't know anything at the time.

I couldn't understand much of her rambling, it was all jumbled together, she was under a lot of pressure. Eventually, she gave up, and stopped talking, loosening her grip on my hand. She just stared at the floor, completely defeated. Something happened that put her in such a conquered state, and it had something to do with me, I just couldn't put the pieces together. As well as being distracted with the throbbing pain in my head.

Then she lifted her head up, and I saw her eyes were glossed over with tears, a few trails coming down her face. The tip of her nose had turned pink, she had been crying. "You... remember nothing? Absolutely nothing?" her voice shook, and then broke back into another cry.

"No, I don't. I'm sorry." I couldn't give her a different answer, there was nothing that could be done.

She sniffled and put her other hand up against her mouth. "The whole plan we came up with... Peyton... the files, nothing? You don't even remember me?"

"No. But if you could explain to me what plan you're talking about, maybe there's something I could do to help." Whatever she was talking about, it seemed very important, and I had been a part of it somehow.

She shook her head slowly, breathing jaggedly into her hand. "You've done all that you can, while you might not remember. You saved us, Finn."

"Finn. Is that who I am?"

She nodded, lip trembling. "Yeah. And you've been so important in all of this. I can fill you in if you want."

Finally, I was going to get some answers as to why she was so distraught. "Yes, I'd like to hear it."
She smiled, but she was still so disappointed. "Long story short, if we don't escape this building tonight, we might die. We've been taken here by a bunch of doctors who said they were going to cure us from something that happened recently. A lab exploded in the middle of our town, and the nuclear waves had an effect on the people nearby. We were all given a... gift of sorts. We were genetically changed. They think that's dangerous, so they're planning to kill us. But we're going to get out of here so that doesn't happen. It wouldn't have been possible without you."

I had to take in so much at once. I had no idea where I was until now, and a death trap was certainly unexpected, though I didn't even know what to expect. I didn't know my own genetics, so I was still conflicted about that, but as long as we had a way out of here, I wasn't going to argue. I didn't want to be put to death.

"What do you mean by changed? Why are we dangerous? Wait... there's other people here too?"

She breathed out in such a jittery form that I couldn't tell if she was laughing or crying, maybe both. "Yeah. A lot of them. Some are children."

Children. Children were being slaughtered. I didn't know much, but I knew that was an absolutely sickening thought.

"By genetics, I mean our bodies were re-written in the cells. We have inhuman abilities. For example-" she pointed towards one of the lights installed in the ceiling, and I didn't see anything for a moment, until it started to flicker, and then went out completely.