A/N: There aren't many descriptions about the characters, as I am not all that great of writing character descriptions into the story itself with so many people. So I will post them here in the A/N later on. For now though, this is what you need to know.
The year is 2031, the Scuta, a superpower government that controls the whole world, controls every aspect of daily life. Everyday, citizens of any of the towns that they actually look after eat what they are told to, sleep when they are told to, listen to what music they are told to, watch what shows they are told to, read what they are told to, mate when they are told to, work an assigned job, get assigned a spouse, and at any given time they can be subject to a scan of the mind without any paperwork or complaint. Basically they control it all. The only freedom to be had is in the outer villages, small gatherings of humans who ban together. The living is poor though and it is not uncommon to run across a starved corpse on the roads or someone who has been mugged and left for dead. Food and other needs to them are scarce. It's litterally a fight for survival everyday.
There was a program in motion, to ccreate super soldiers just for sake of the entertainment of seeing them slaughter one another in an arena but the program was later shut down. The subjects were all submitted to lethal injection and piled into a metal coffin. They cotainer was left in the middle of nowhere, not even buried, to remain.
*Prologue*
Bryan struggled to stand up, only to collapse back onto the pile of bodies he had been dumped with. It was so dark. "Jacob." He tried to yell, his voice cracking audibly. His muscles didn't want to respond. The poison he had been given hadn't killed him, but he sure felt like it had. He felt disoriented. Right when he had thought he was going to die from the poisoning...
"Jacob!" He hollered, his voice growing stronger. He heard a groan from somewhere beneath him. He pulled himself to his knees and struggled to move away the entangled bodies of the others. There were so many bodies...
Suddenly he felt a hand grip his and after a few more minutes of struggling, he managed to pull his brother to the top with him. "Bryan, where are we??" He asked scared. "Is this Hell?"
"I don't think so. I think we are in some kind of container. I can't light it up or we might kill our air." Bryan fought to keep calm but Jacob would have none of it. "NO NO NO!!!" He started beating his fists against the metal, making a ressounding ringing noise.
"D- calm down! Your not gonna make that thing budge!" Bryan heard another groan off to his right and heard movement, barely containing his fear until he heard a semi-familiar voice.
"No but I might can." A massive man, Jake, (He remebered him from his voice.) moved over to Bryan and Jacob. "Let me see..." He stood up and braced his back and shoulders against the lid and pressed his palms flat against the metal. He groaned in pain for a minute before throwing the doors wide open, sunlight flooding into the container, illuminating the 113 bodies that filled the container. Jacob, of course, screamed and tried to climb over the too-steep-sides. Jake's shoulders barely crested the edges. The lid itself had been about a foot of pure titanium.
"Touch me and I will rip your other arm off." Grumbled one of the bodies that lay on the others, covering his eyes with his hands. Aidan smirked. "As a matter of fact Doctor, go for-" He had opened his eyes and stared with a very confused look into the sunlight. He looked over and saw Bryan holding Jacob's arms around him securely while his younger brother thrashed about. The large one, Jake, looked at him warily. Aidan returned the stare. Okay so he had heard a loud sound like metal against something and now he was in a container with other subjects. What was the test this time?
"Well then I-" He stopped mid-sentence as he looked down beneath himself and he jumped into the air yelping, "Holy h-! What the f- is going on here?!"
"Don't know. Last I rememeber I was given something to make me sleepy and..." Someone walked up to the little group that was forming with red hair and with a dark orange color ringing his pupil.
"And who might you be? I don't rememeber seeing you around the lab." Aidan spoke coldly. "I... I don't know." The guy looked extremly confused.
"He was there." Sam, another former test subject walked up and clapped him on the shoulder. "I don't know what his name is, but I rememeber seeing him. I think."
"Oh well that's f-ing reassureing." Aidan scoffed.
"Why are you being so distrustful? We are all supposed to be dead right now." Bryan said irritated.
"Dead?" Aidan, Sam, and the guy with no name asked together. They seemed a bit shocked.
"Oh they didn't tell you before-hand? This was our execution guys. We were supposed to die. They slipped us poisons and look where we are now." He paused for a moment, looking down sadly at there other not-moving bodies. "We are supposed to be like them..." He let his voice trail for a second, letting that sink in.
"So we're not, why?" Jake asked him.
"I don't know. Now, first things first, before we do any figuring out, what's say we get the h- out of here?" Everyone shouted or murmed their assent. "Good. Now I assume we are all from the same program, correct? Good, that means one of you can get through this bloody metal, because my way we take awhile, and I don't know about you guys, but I want out now! So, any volunteers?"
There was a short stretch of silence before guy with no name gingerly raised his hand. "Let me try something." He walked towards the wall and looked at it before placing a hand on it and closing his eyes. A couple of tense seconds pass before Aidan scoffed again. At this rate-" Where all the words that got of his mouth before a large chunk was blasted out of the wall in a fiery explosion directed outwards.
Everyone stood in stunned silence. "What. Was. That?" Jacob, the first to speak, asked.
The teen looked down at his hand as if stunned himself and said simply, "I don't know."
"I'll tell you what I know, I'm getting out." Aidan walked past the others and stood beside the teenager and looked at him for a moment before slinging his hand across his shoulder and grinning mischeviously. "You know what, you need a name. I'm gonna call you Simon 'till you get yours back, mkay? Simon your my new best bud." He laughed. Simon slowly smiled back at him, realizing he was not being aggressive anymore.
Aidan looked back to the others. "Well are you lot coming or not?" He cut a backflip and landed flat on his feet on the ground below them. "The lid and the explosion were sure to be heard, and I'd rather not be around when an army of Scuta show up."
The others started to follow before Simon turned and started runing towards a corner of a container, yelling, "Wait!" He stopped and stooped down, his back to the other's. Sam looked confusedly towards Jake, who just made the crazy symbol. When Simon stood back up though, he cradled a teenage girl smaller than he in his arms while she clutched his shirt, not saying a word. Her face was buried in the cloth that covered his stomach, none too eager to look at her sorroundings.
"What on earth?" Sam asked no one in particular.
"Her name is Brooke." Simon said simply.
"How know she was there?" Jacob asked incredously.
Simon shrugged and jumped carefully from the container, joining Aidan on the ground.
"D-." Sam said after he jumped. "I'm beggining to doubt the abilities of the Scuta. Did they actually kill anybody?"
Bryan was down by the time he had finished his joke and gave him a look that said that was uncalled for.
Soon the others followed and the survivers of project East Side walked away from their grave towards a small speck of a town, the only one for miles that dotted the desert.
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