It's so funny how you never realize how much you have until you lose it. That we can be so foolishly narrow-minded as to actually believe that nobody could take what you have away, that there is a simple path to living life and all you must do is follow until you become successful, achieve your dreams and have all your cliche wishes granted. Haha...if only...
The rusty creaking of the door of the "containment room" next to me brought me out of my thoughts. At first there is just quiet whimpering, and then sound of heavy scuffling until the whimpers crescendo into a loud and ear shattering scream of pure terror. I lay my head back back against the wall, close my eyes and listen to the incomprehensible wails of the poor soul that was chosen for today's experiments. It began innocent enough, with simple genetic meshing in animals such as rats and mice, but upon finding success, simple would no longer do. Gradually they moved up the food chain; fish, rabbits,hawks, foxes, wolves, sharks...the project was sick enough as it was, forcing animals genetics to merge, putting great stress and pain upon the few hosts that managed to survive. The program was dubbed "Project Chimera" and eventually not even the entirety of the known food chain was good enough and one of the wacko scientists running the program got the idea to use humans for testing, to try and create a "perfect being". At first they were met with extreme resistance by both the government and the general population, but after months of elaboration and false truths, the idea was sold by making the government believe that the normal human could be turned into a controllable weapon, a beast of war capable to destroy an army faster and more efficiently than any other weapon they could create. Of course the populace was far from happy, and to compromise and ensure that it was safe, they were required to run years of research on our closest relatives: the apes. At first every testing ended in death, and failed attempt after failed attempt led to the point where the apes were borderline endangered. Though this was saddening, there was also a silent relief in knowing that with their failure came our protection, that our genes were unable to be tampered with, to know that we were safe. Time passes with more and more failures, until that day. The day they got their first success. From then on it was like all the failures vanished as successes became more and more common, and from then on the failures were a thing of the past. To begin with it was just the willing volunteers, the homeless, the people in need of a meal and shelter, because those who volunteered were also given a home and food at the lab while they were being tested. None of them were ever seen again, and people stopped volunteering. That was when the disappearances began, little minor kidnappings that would be noticed, but easily forgotten. Then they became bolder, smarter and began taking more victims in shorter amounts of time. They were questioned and suspected, but no evidence could ever be found. They were unstoppable. To my four year old mind, the thought that the "scary people" could get me was terrifying, but nothing had ever happened near where I lived with my mother,older brother and grandparents, and so I believed we were safe. Wednesday, November 2nd at approximately 1:47am; the day my mother went missing. I was heart broken, and I slowly sunk into a state of numbness. I distanced myself from society, only allowing my close family into the stubborn wall I had placed on my mind and heart. Even though I was only a toddler, you could see the discomfort in peoples eyes whenever I got too close. I had no friends, I was alone. Then that day happened, I was at the park playing on a tire swing that had been abandoned for some time. My older brother had left me unattended for a few moments so he could go talk to a few of his classmates from school, and that was when I met him. He was...different. He wasn't afraid of me, and through conversation he became my first friend. Friend...we grew close very quickly, and though it happened long ago, I still remember his eyes; the glistening emerald gems. They ruined it though, took both of us when nobody was watching. Treated us like cattle and separated us. I haven't seen him or my brother since then, and time to time I hope to maybe; by some stroke of insane luck, be reunited with my mother. Maybe the people who ruined my family, could be the ones to help me fix it. This is what spawned my hatred for these people. I want them to pay, to experience the agony and ruin they've brought to so many.
