Unbeastly

Chapter One

I was born in a laboratory. But by born, I mean created; in a test tube.

But don’t feel bad, the lab was like a home to me.

I rarely went outside.

It’s not that they kept me in, no; I was allowed to come and go as I please.

It just…never felt right. Like I didn’t belong.

And well, I didn’t.

I have abilities and powers humans could only dream of having.

I was the first born-er, created-of Bath 5. I was the only one to survive past Phase 3. That’s what everyone told me, at least. At the scene of my “birth”, the scientists were so excited, they spat out more and more chemically-enhanced beings; like me. They named my breed Down Worlders, because of our devilishly good looks and our honey golden eyes. But most of the Down Worlders from Bath 6 and 7 died during infancy. The rest were killed during training-they proved that they were too weak to be of any use.

Besides my breed, they were able to successfully create two other species- Sirens and Oracles.  Likewise, only a few of each breed managed to survive. One of the reasons why there was only me, but 2 or more of them, is because the chemicals used to make them were a lot weaker than the one used to make Down Worlders. Our power was too much for a body to handles and they, well, exploded.  So there’s only me.

Sirens are alll female. They’re all beautiful, even as children. Beautiful, but deadly. They all have varying levels of mind control, especially over males. There are only 4 of them: Clover, Kendall, Joyce, and Melanie; Kendall being the strongest in her powers.

Then there are the Oracles. More advanced than Sirens, but less advanced than Down Worlders. There are two of them, Kaden and Kennedy; Kennedy being the stronger of the two. They are twins, even though you couldn’t tell based off of looks. Kennedy had caramel colored hair that fell down her back in waves, and baby blue eyes. She was shorter than Kaden by a whole head and looked almost breakable with her china-doll pale skin and big, round eyes. She has the abilities of mind-reading (hence the name), invisibility and telekinesis.

Kaden, on the other hand, was tall-a few inches taller than me, tan, and broody. With disheveled black hair and stormy blue eyes, many human females fall for him. Both he and his sister enjoy the human world and go there often. He can read minds, like his sister, and see people’s auras. Your aura is like a mood ring- it shows your current emotion. For example, if you’re angry, then your aura would glow a deep maroon red. If you’re happy, then it’s a pulsing, sun-shiny yellow. Or at least that’s how Kaden described it.

We were all created in test tubes, and were specially made for one purpose- to spy and kill. The scientists that created us, worked for a man they refer to as the Assassin. How original. Then there were the people we work against. The people, we well, spy on and kill. Apparently, their leader, Cindy Parker, stole the chemical A319 behind our labs back when she was a scientist here. That chemical was the main one used in creating me. That’s why I’m the only Down Worlder. Since then, Cindy has created her own little band of human spies.  The only problem? Cindy injected A319 into a female human infant. We don’t know whether or not she’s really  a Down Worlder, since she wasn’t born with the chemical already infused into her DNA, but we know she has enough power so we have trouble pinpointing their exact location.

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I’m walking down the hall of the compound, on my way to my room, when Clover stops me. She’s only 7, and her long blond hair falls to her waist, stick straight.

“Jax,” she calls, her voice trilling like a song.

“Yes?” I ask, turning to face her.

“The Assassin wants you in his office. Now.” After saying this, she glides away, her pink dress flowing out behind her.

*****

I knock on the Assassin’s door, and hear a gruff approval of my entering. Inside, he is sitting behind his desk, with his interlocked fingers resting on the top. I am surprised to already see someone sitting in the room besides him, and I slide into the chair next to her.

“What’s going on?” I whisper. Kennedy shrugs, but keeps her eyes on the Assassin.

“Kennedy, Jax, you both know the story of Cindy Parker, yes?” The Assassin asks, his hands still pressed together.

We nod, and he continues, “We have found their base camp. I need you to retrieve the chemical.”

I nod again. “Seems easy enough.”

But he lifts a hand to silence me. “That, and you have to kill everyone in the compound.”

*****

OHH SNAP. you like? no? okay, fine. be that way. but then tell me what to do better D:

OVER AND OUT -Alex

*Editing Credits to: xlorax*