Escaping: The Experiment

Chapter 2

The next two years were nothing but sleeping, watching TV, and, mainly, testing. Nothing exciting ever happened. I didn't remember when my birthday was, but by using my superior intelligence, I estimated that I would be seven by then. By this time I've developed new abilities like agility, being able to stretch my limbs, super hearing, invisibility, persuasion, and a perfect memory from the time I woke up to accompany my night vision, intelligence, superstrength, and sonic screaming. As time went on I got more comfortable calling the doctor Mr. V. He was always telling me that I had so many more abilities to dry out. If anyone is wondering why I haven't tried escaping yet, I'll tell you. All guards and scientists were equipped with glasses to see me while invisible, hearing devices to hear you're my persuasion, and, if all else fail, a red, pocket sized button that somehow disables my powers, but only the ones they know about. We were testing that device that day when Mr. V stopped it to introduce me to someone who would help with the testing from that moment on. I knew this person. It was the boy from the first day, the one Mr. V said with his son. Unlike his father, he had pale skin and dirty blonde hair that fell to his jaw line. His face was round and chubby with rosy red cheeks that clashed with his pale complexion. The only way I could recognize them as father and son was that they both had the same piercing blue eyes. The boy or the same earpiece and glasses as the scientists, but for clothing he wore a plain red T-shirt and some jeans with sketchers, but what else could you expect from an eight-year-old. He smiled that smile that I almost saw when we unofficially met two years ago.

"Hi, I'm Scott. I'm eight, and I'm going to start helping around here as a junior scientist." His voice was high and as he was talking, he always kept his bride eyes on me and sounded pretty professional. Even so, he seemed oblivious to what was actually going on. The scientist got everyone behind a giant sound proof plastic window. Some assistance put out windows made of regular glass and ran out of the room. There was one in front of me, behind me, two to my left, and one to my right

"You may begin." A female voice rang over a loudspeaker. I ran and did a cart wheel towards the glass in front of me and punched it. Large shards flew out in front of me. I turned around and stretched my extending leg at the window across from the one I just broke. It shattered. I broke the last three with my screams. The entire time I was in a plain green tank top and some Jean shorts with no shoes or gloves on. My hands and feet were bleeding and small pieces of glass protruded from my skin. Upon seeing this, Scott ran at me and hugged me. I close my eyes and hugged him back. The pain went away and I let go, confused. The only evidence of my cuts were very tiny, almost invisible scars. I didn't see any glass in my flash or on the floor, so I know they didn't just fall out. As soon as this realization caught up to me, a stabbing pain came from my left hand. I watched as small pieces of glass started coming out of the palm of my hand. I was then surrounded by lab coats. A needle found its way to the side of my neck and everything went fuzzy. After a few seconds, I felt the ground hit my face.

The comfort of my bed greeted me as I regained consciousness. My body felt numb and cold. I was only wearing skintight, white cotton shorts and a white training bra. My body was covered in small, white cuts and circles as if I was stabbed, sliced at, and shot years ago. I wasn't able to remember what happened at first, but the harder I try to remember, the worse I felt. Like a Tsunami, my memories hit me. My head and my body hurt so much. My brain was burning and my arms, legs, and torso were in indescribable pain. I screamed and screamed until all at once the pain had stopped and I was sucked into my own head. I was reliving the moment I didn't remember.

I'm strapped to a vertical table by large strips of metal to keep me from breaking away. I was gagged and muzzled for good measure. The scientists were expressionless as they shot every type of gun ever made at me. It hurt so much. The worst part wasn't even being shot or not being able to scream. It was that, as the bullets hit the ground, no one cared about the pain I was going through.

I came back into myself with tears blurring my vision. When I wiped my eyes, I saw that what little I had in my room was broken. Vases of flowers were shattered and my bed was split down the middle. I had screamed and thrashed like a child having a terrible nightmare. The thing was, I wasn't having a nightmare, I was living the nightmare. My real life horrors made me immune to feelings of fear or grief. If someone I loved died in front of me I would feel sad in the moment, but then, I felt nothing. Sometimes, I don't even feel human. I was only seven when science broke me.