Resistance

Chapter 1

I always wanted to be one with the resistborg losing my emotions seemed so bliss. I never wanted to be pure or so I thought. I never realized that purity was an incredible gift that the resistborg didn't understand. It started with my eighteenth birthday. I was an adult and I could decide to begin my transition to cyborg kind, or run into the great unknown and remain pure. I wanted to be a cyborg. Like my brother before. I knew the pain was temporary as they always taught me that my emotions would soon be gone. I hate to admit I was excited though my emotions were deemed invalid to the resistborg. They understood my emotions for they were once like me. They were pure. They were weak. I remember standing on the podium declaring I wanted to become a resistborg everyone cheered. "At any time you wish to stop the process of becoming a cyborg you can but the purest or pure lives don't take kindly to anyone who is augmented in the slightest," the leader said as she did her salute. Everyone salutes back. I look at my brother's red cold eyes and his razor-sharp teeth. I was going to be just like him. There was not a party for my party's we're for the weak. We went on with our day as usual. I couldn't help feeling something was off about this all. The next day I walked around the compound. I felt so safe here looking at the white sterile wall. I walked over to surgery. There was a mirror in that room. The leader walks in, walks in with a smile, and lets out her back pinchers. She flips her blond hair. "Today marks a big day for you Marcus, today you start your transition to cyborg kind look at yourself in the mirror my boy," she said I looked at my face ginger hair freckles a pale face "Right now your pure and you're weak," she said her voices sounded like a monotone and static.

"I'm sure you feel a lot of emotions, they are just weaknesses you will lose over time as we give you hormone suppressant it's all very natural" she went on "You will feel a lot of pain and a lot of suffering but it's all for the cause just remember that" she reminded me. "It's all for the cause," I said out loud. "Good get on the table and relax. Today we're doing something easy with your eyes and your teeth" the leader said. I lie down and they strap me down. I suddenly feel nervous as I look at the scalpel and tools that wait for me. The knife heads for my eye, they head down my head. I feel a sharp stinging and gushing feeling in my eye. I scream. I want to fail but I can't feel my eyes. My vision quickly blurs. I feel myself violently shake as I pant. My lungs feel like fire. I feel something come up my throat. I vomit. "Clean that up doctor" I hear the leader say. Suddenly things go black. I feel like I'm sinking. Then I woke up and I saw my room has a mirror. The leader was there. "This is so you may see your progress, my friend. What do you think about eyes; teeth" she said. I tried to smile but all I felt was pain."Thank me later child. I know you are upset now but your emotions are invalid soon you'll understand" She said. I simply nod in agreement as I blood at my blood-covered face. Blood dripped from my eyes like rain and drooled from my mouth. I open my mouth and look at my metal fangs snap. They close like hinges. I look at my red eyes. They glowed as they recorded things in my head. I looked out the window. It was night. I knew it was dangerous out there but something told me maybe I want to try. Several days pass and I recover quickly but my mind can't help replaying the painful memories of what happened that day. I just remember my emotions are invalid no use crying over it. Even if I wanted to cry I couldn't take my tear duct out. I couldn't cry, I couldn't feel. I went for a walk along with the compound then I heard it. The strange sound of a melody I'd never heard before. Music was for the weak but I had to know what they were doing. I walked in.

"PLEASE DON'T REPORT US," a short chubby tan boy with dark brown hair said "Please I don't want to lose another eye for playing music," said a boy with eye and white hair. A tall boy with dark black hair looked at me "We'll let you sing if you don't tell" "WHAT" The other 2 boys said "We do need a singer" the pale boy with white hair replied.

I looked at them funny. "I don't know how to sing," I said "but I want to know," I said with excitement. The three boys cheered. "WE HAVE A BAND" the boy with black hair cheered. "I'm Aiden, I'm the lead of the band and drummer," the kid with black hair said "This short guy here is our bass player that's Chris, and our albino friend Jason here he plays lead guitar now we have a singer," Aiden said. "Questions," Aiden asked. "Ask him his name," Christ said. "Right your name and that is," Aiden asked suddenly. "M..m...Marcus" I said nervously. All this seemed overwhelming. I joined an illegal band and made friends. It couldn't get any weirder. I wake up the next day and head to the compound to start learning how to sing. "Ready for your lesson Marcus," Aiden asked. "Sure will it hurt?" I asked "Singing doesn't hurt less you have a vocal implant which you don't you're free to sing," Aiden said "So this whole time," I said in amazement Adian chuckled. I suddenly understood why they didn't want us to ever sing. "Stand tall but don't look stressed shoulder back head high now like this," he said "AHHHH" he sang. I was nervous. I gulped "AHHHHHHH" I sang "Wow a tenor aren't you Marcus," Aiden said I had no idea what that meant. "Is that a bad thing, Aiden?" I asked Aiden, smirking, "no girls find tenors quite sexy," he said. "And a few guys," Aiden said "If you're into that stuff," he said with a wink. I blushed, "I don't know, I thought those feelings were invalid," I said, grossed out by his implications. I suddenly had the urge to know more. "Are you gay?" I asked "yeah and you're cute too. I love small and skinny lads like you. I just don't like ones who are turning cyborgs," he said. I wondered why he didn't like cyborgs. Suddenly it hit me that he wanted to remain pure. "You want to remain pure don't you?" I asked. "I do," Aiden said "for music ... for myself," he said. I felt like I'd made a mistake. I hadn't even sung yet. Was this pain worth it? "I can't cry" I whimpered as my jaws snapped. "Don't become me" I pleaded "Run while you can" I begged. My eye feels hot. I feel itchy and I scratch it. Suddenly warm blood drips on my hand. "Shit dude you're eye," Aiden said shakenly as I looked at him. I look at his room to see if there is an emergency chord. I point at the chord hanging from the wall. He pulls the string. He looked at the instruments but before he could put them away the medics showed up. Carrying me away. "Hello," The leader said, "it seems you four are starting trouble. I never knew Marcus for starting trouble and shame," she said. I wake up in my room with the leader sitting down and kicking her leg.