421 was brought to a chamber, its door was sealed with heavy-looking chains. The poor thing didn't know what was coming for them but it looked terrifying to their child-like eyes and imagination. In the chamber they saw a girl who looked at least four years younger than them. She had long, fiery redhair with golden eyes and white pupils. She had bleeding wounds and her feet and hands were chained.
-You will be spending a week in here with subject 001. If there are any major problems we will try get you out and do our best to calm down or exterminate the subject. Got it!? The guard said with frustration.
-G-got it...421 said with an upset tone. 421 looked like they were about to cry. After all, they were punished (and by punished, the shot in the arm type of punished). The guard threw 421 in the cell without hesitation and slammed the door shut. A girl with brown eyes and long blond hair in french braids and who seemed to have quite the toned body, was standing on the other side of the observation window watching them. She looked like she couldn't be much older than 16.
-Do you think this will go well, Sergeant? The guard asked the girl.
-Let's hope so...I'll leave you in charge this time. I've got patrol duty. The girl said as she left.
-Wait! Sergeant Keith...The guard exclaimed, grabbing the girl's wrist. Little did he know it was a mistake calling the girl "Keith".
-I told you not to call me that! The girl yelled, pushing the guard away. Now do you're job before something goes wrong.
The guard sighed and surveyed the cell on the other side of the window. He didn't think anything interesting would happen anyways.
-Who are you? 421 asked the subject chained in the corner.
-Oltura...But call me 001. The girl said nearly whispering. And who are you? She asked in return.
The subject hesitated before they spoke
-421....My name is 421...
The girls kept each other company over the week comparing stories about their experiences in the lab. Everything was going great...until the last day.
The sergeant "Abbygail" came to look at the progress.
-So!? She asked looking at the subjects then looknig expectantly towards the guard.
-Everything is going well...Wait...Sergeant Abbygail!?
-Indeed it is. She responded. Her hair was much shorter now. At first the guard had thought it was another soldier before he heard her speak.
-What did you do to your hair!?The guard asked, flabbergasted about the sudden change.
-Cut it obviously...Now...The voice of the seargeant trailed off.
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The Final Exit
Ciencia FicciónDue to global warming, the ice bergs in the arctic have melted releasing a virus that has infected the Earth. The virus, which affects human DNA, has caused an outbreak of mutants to be born with superhuman abilities. Deep in the Amazon forest scien...
