The Jenetix Program

Chapter 2~ Morphine makes me feel Magnificent.

Noah.

It didn't make any sense.

I didn't have enough time to ponder on the thoughts that seemed to be piling up in my brain. Two heavily-built men (one of them at least twice the size of me if not more) dressed in all black clothing, held Noah under each arm, dragging him towards the exit with a worryingly large amount of ease.

Despite the immense amount of confusion I felt within the space of a few seconds, I didn't question my decision to chase after Noah.

I started running after him as he continued to scream at the top of his lungs.

"NOAH!" I yelled. As the two men heard my loud footsteps, one of them pulled Noah onto his shoulder, running faster than before.
Actually, running really fast.
Abnormally fast.
But I didn't stop running.
How could I?
The hallways seemed to stretch on forever, my knees started to burn underneath the weight of my body, but I didn't let myself give in.
The man who wasn't carrying my brother started to run after me and, like the other guy, his speed allowed him to reach me in less than a second. At the exit of the building, he caught me by my waist and my legs gave way underneath my body. I started to kick him, but I imagine my attempts at hurting him were a mere discomfort for the guy, considering the amount of armor and muscle that was in the way.

"RONNIE!" screamed Noah, a waterfall of tears pouring down his face. I continued to hit and punch as hard as I could but nothing I did seemed to loosen the man's grip. I began to think that the tight hold I was being locked in was getting weaker and a small spark of hope ignited in me.

"NOAH! I'M COMING!" I screamed, before I feel a small prick on my right arm.

No no no no...

Almost immediately, my vision started to get blurry and the chances of me getting out of the impenetrable grip were getting slimmer, but I continued struggling against the firm hold and a searing pain flowed through my right arm.

Only was it when Noah disappeared into the back of a black van, was that little spark of hope in me completely extinguished.

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My mother went missing when I was 8 and my brothers were only 1. At first we thought Wire were responsible but the facts just didn't line up right. No-one over the age of twenty two disappeared in the whole of the country, and my mother was definitely over the age of twenty two. She was kind but tough and she was very protective over the three of us.

My dad spent every night scraping together as much information from her disappearance as possible, and on most nights I joined him. But when my brothers started school and Jonah's Mares became a little more frequent, I had to spend most of my time looking after them. But my father didn't stop searching and investigating, even when the doctors told us he was ill. I inherited my mother's overprotective-ness and my father's determination so I guess that's how I wound up at Wire.

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I opened my eyes slowly, flinching at the pain in my right arm as I tried to move it. My head was pounding and it took me a moment for fractions of what happened to come flooding back.

I jumped up in what seemed to be... a bed?

I looked around me, half expecting my brothers to be hunched over my bed, telling me it was all a bad dream and that there was no teacher imposer or abnormally fast and strong men taking Noah away. But, unfortunately, the IV coming out of my left arm and the thick bandage on my right confirmed that all of the things I thought I imagined did in fact happen.

Considering I was too dizzy and distorted, I didn't yank out the IV just yet, (which was probably carrying morphine and is giving me this satisfying, drowsy feeling). I looked around at the area I was being kept in. Everything was a light color; white, cotton sheets on my bed, a cream-colored sofa in the middle of the room and more pale champagne-colored furniture scattered around. The only thing that looked out of place was the black gun on the coffee table.

My gun.

I knew it was mine by the dark wood on the grip panel and the shape of the barrel. I could only assume that it was empty, but just to be sure, I removed the IV and got out of the bed. Sure enough the gun was empty and by now, everything that had happened had become almost fully clear. Only then did I start to panic, I looked around for a door and there was one at the other end of the room. I began to pace towards it, expecting it to be locked, but before I can reach the handle, a lock clicked and the door swung open.
There, in the door way, was a well-built, strange-looking man with a huge grin on his face. I was suddenly aware that I was wearing only a white, plastic hospital gown and a pair of fresh socks. I was also aware that I didn't put any of these clothes on myself and that the crazy looking man in front of me had a lot to explain. Ever since I woke up, each thought that entered my head seemed to travel slowly and realization of anything seemed to be happening a lot more gradual than usual.

The more I looked at the man, the more I could infer from him. His suit was well-fitted and the watch on his left hand looked like it was worth more money than my house was. Despite how capable he seemed of sending the two bodyguards behind him to kill me, I still felt the need to show him just how angry and confused I was.
"Where the hell am I? Where's my brother?" I yelled at him, stepping closer towards him, in a way I hoped was even just a little intimidating. He just continued to smile as he looked down at me.
"Feisty one, huh?" He said to the guards, chuckling.
After the last thing I remembered, I could only guess that this guy was partly, if not fully, responsible.
"Let's start from the beginning, shall we?" he said, stepping further into the room, his bodyguards still like statues at the door.
"My name is Dr Damon," he turned around to face me, his grin uwider than before.
"...And welcome to Wire."
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A/N:

Aghh, this chapter was fun to write!
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