Maxum Lass

Chapter IV

My eyes take a moment to adjust. But when they do I find that I'm in a white room. To the right of the room is a whiteboard and a table. To the left, to my surprise, is my library! My entire life I've been studied through this one way glass. On my side I guess they must have put a video that cycles through all the seasons, so I didn't get suspicious. At the end of the room there is a stair case, so I go to it. At the top there is another room with a one way glass, this time peering into my bedroom. A hallway at the end of this room leads to a one way glass that peers into the kitchen and the dining room. Beside the window, to the left where the back of the fridge must be there is a door. When I open the door it shows the fridge. Interesting so that's why I ever ran out of food. Something I noticed is that even though there is a "window" in the bathroom there is no one way glass. At least these crazy people who locked my up here and studied, have some dignity to not watch my go to the bathroom. I return to the room with the whiteboard. On the whiteboard there are 3 outlines of a body. The first one has "Age 4" written above it. The second outline has "Age 15" written above it, and the third outline has "Age 26". With each outline I notice the shape and characteristics of the body change. One thing is for sure though, these are outlines of me.

The grand question returns to me. Why am I here? Why was a danger to society so much that people locked me here and studied me? Though my memories as a child are vague, I don't remember hurting people, on purpose or by accident. Another question that is provoked is why were my parents dead that night? And who killed them? On the table beside the whiteboard is a dossier. It might have my answers. I pick it up. The front of the dossier has the word "ChemiCorps" under the image of a Hydrogen Dioxide molecule on the front of it. I open the dossier. Inside is a paper that one again has the ChemiCorps logo, but under it is stamped in big red letters the word "CONFIDENTIAL". Okay, I definitely want to open this. Under the stamped letters is some text that is printed as follows: "WARNING, the information within this document are confidential and require level 4 security clearance, or direct written permission from Chief Scientist Callisto Edgar Xystus with his signature on the permission form. Ignorance of this will lead to expulsion from the company, banning from all ChemiCorps facilities, and a fine of up to $10,000." At the bottom of the page is written: "Note, If you meet the adequate prerequisites you may proceed through this document, but you are bound to absolute and total secrecy to all information within this document. Breaking of this secrecy will result in all the above mentioned penalties as well as a increased fine of $100,000." I turn the page to find my face staring right back at me in a picture of when I was 4. My face is one of pleasure. The background is a sunny autumn day.

The picture is attached to the document by paper clip. I just stand there, staring at it. I take the photo and put it in my violin case. As a keepsake, and I might need it as my only form of ID. I might have some living family members somewhere. My parents possibly left some money in their bank account, though, if the're dead, it might have been inherited by another relative since I'm presumed dead. But what would happen if I suddenly appeared to that relative, with my picture in hand. Would they have to give me the money? Obviously a relative has since it's been about 20 or more years since I was kidnapped. Under the picture is the ChemiCorps logo again with confidential and etc. Approved by Chief Scientist Lilac Garde du Styx report written by Scientist Ulrich Felix Hoffman etc. etc. After this page is a profile page of me. Here is what is listed: "Subject Project Affiliation: Circus Program" What? Am I not the only one Kidnapped? "Subject No.00001" Ok, so i'm one of at least 10,000 subjects. "Original Subject Name: Alexia Angelos Kommenos". Yes, that is my name, I barely remember it, since I've spent so much time alone. My first two names together roughly translate to "Defending Angel". My names are Greek. My last name is similar to the Ancient Greek Family "Komnenos". They ruled the Byzantine Empire for a bit. The list continues as follows: "Subject Birth Date: "May 30th 1997 "Start of Experimentation on Subject: Sept.10 2001." "End of Experimentation: Jun.10 2023." Ok, when I last checked the clock it said Jun.10 2023. So, those men I injured were coming to kill me...

After that is my birth certificate. Those bastards. I put that in my violin case. After this is a long document with reports written at weekly intervals, yet nothing saying on how they acquired me. Though most likely ChemiCorps is the one who kidnapped me and possibly murdered my parents. Though who initiated the order is the question at hand.  I'm not going to read all that is written, but this is the gist of the 2,000 page manuscript: They mention my abnormal strength and how it grows. There is some psychological reports as well. My ability to fly. As I read this report, my hatred for these people grows. Who are they to lock me up for so long and preform experiments on me?! Reading these reports, they see me as an object, not human being. In the first report it mentions their client Dakota Clayton. The name doesn't ring a bell. These people need to be brought to justice. This dossier has much evidence which can be used against them. For now, I will have to carry this thing around until I find a bag. This dossier, is my only hope.