Project Powers

Chapter Nine

PP Chapter Nine

I awoke stiffly, my arms and legs strapped to a hard surface. It was ice cold and everything smelled clean and sterilized. I opened my eyes and blinked in the bright light. I was strapped to a white gunnery with a doctor next to me, wearing bio hazard gear. I felt dizzy and slow as I looked around. I was in a pure white room with blinking machines lining the walls. The doctor looked right at me, writing things down on a clipboard.

"Where..." I stopped myself, realizing my throat was dry raspy. I cleared it and tried again, "Where am I?"

The doctor looked up from writing, "The Lab. You have a slight concussion so you may have trouble remembering recent events."

I struggled against the straps, frowning, "Let me out!"

The doctor sighed, "No can do, boss's orders. Tell me, what is the last thing you can remember?"

I dug deep in my memory, trying to remember. I'd met Sam and Chip... I tried escaping... I scowled the last bit hazy. The doctor waited patiently as I wondered.

"I-I was trying to escape..." I murmured, thinking hard. We were taken to a different room. There was fear. We had a choice; live without memories or die. Then it all came back. The screaming, the panic, the pain.

"Oh my God..." I muttered.

The doctor took more notes, "So you remember?"

"How the hell am I alive? The serum was injected in me!" I asked coldly, trying to keep my focus on the doctor.

"Ah yes, you see, the whole reason your here is because we needed test subjects. Our scientists have created a new mutation to enhance human abilities. Obviously you're worked." He explained. "Your ability is to heal any wound or sickness known. You see Subject 9700, you healed yourself."

I stared wide-eyed in shock and disbelief. There was no way I could've healed myself, it was impossible.

"We call this experiment Project Powers, and it's been working perfectly. However you were only test subjects, we don't need you anymore. That's why we put the death pills in your food." He said smoothly.

My fist clenched, "That's why all the kids were dying! You bastards were killing them off!" I yelled, pulling against the straps.

"Calm down Subject 9700!" He yelled, pushing me down. I thrashed wildly, anger suddenly flooding in. They were going to kill us all. Even Avery.

"Not today!" I yelled, trying to break free.

The doctor sighed, "I'm going to have to kill you permanently. We've already been pumping a deadly virus into you."

I realized an IV connected to my arm, filled with the blue liquid that killed Sam. Before I could process my anger a loud explosion shook the room, causing the doctor to fall over and some equipment to fall.

"Shit!" He cried as the lights flickered. He gave one last look at me before running out of the room, leaving the door wide open.

"HELP!" I screamed, struggling against the straps. "SOMEBODY HELP ME!"

However no one arrived, instead I could hear gunfire in the distance. Shouts and yells filled the hall and a few doctors ran by. What the hell is going on out there?

An idea popped in my head as I began rocking the gunnery with my body. It tilted from side to side before tipping over completely, pinning me to the ground. Luckily, one of the straps had broke and my right foot was free. I spotted a scalpel a few feet away and reached with my leg, urging myself on. My toes brushed against it and I kicked it towards me. It flew across the floor, smacking me on the chin and leaving a small scrape. I leaned forward and used my teeth to grip the metal tool before leaning forward and sawing at the strap holding my left hand. The scalpel easily broke the material and before I knew it my hand was free. I grabbed the scalpel and began cutting at my right hand, freeing it as well. I sat up and began sawing at the strap holding down my leg. Finally free I crawled out from under the gunnery and stood, stretching my stiff limbs. I ripped out the IV, wincing as I ran from the room, looking around. The hall was deserted, abandoned papers scattered amongst the ground.