Home, i was laying in my bed thinking of what it might be like to have one. I pictured it to be something with a family a smell like fresh baked cookies and a bed with your very own room. Then I pictured my "home" a room that smelled like chemicals, white walls stained with dirt and a stretcher for a bed. my hands chained to the wall next to me and my feet chained to the post at the end of the "bed". This is my home the Conservatory scientists from all over the world try to take apart kids like me and put them back together with "attachments". most of the lucky ones die and others are trapped in an under ground Hell.
the point of the Conservatory is to create an army of supper humans that can help the USA fight easier and always win. thousands of kids, thousands of test tube baby's where brought here in 2001 and more are coming every day. i dont know one that has survived to even step out onto the battle field but then again i don't know much.we all have numbers and generations that they can tell us apart. i was brought here in 2001 and I'm still alive which sucks. im number 59 generation 1 yep ive been here for 14 years and haven't seen a single human that wasn't like me or trying to experiment on me.
"wake up 59 feeding time"the lab jerk was back and with the most destining thing you would ever see in your life time. I shudder but was starving so reluctantly I opened my mouth. the food tasted about as bad as it looked. after i ate she unchained my arms for the first time in mounts. Boy was that a bad idea. as soon as my arms were free I grabbed the chain and rapped it around her neck. I pulled hard she chocked out a stop but before she could finish I pulled the rest of the way making her body fall to the floor, well all except for her head.
I grabbed the keys and started on the locks on my feet. I ran to the door my mind racing. The door opened smoothly and i stepped out one guard was talking into a talky. not two inches from him was a gun if i killed him he would tell every one where he was first with the talky. so i sliped out and into a different carrer a little boy looked at me with saddness and fear "its okay im not one of them, im one of you" . I pulled my sleve up and showed him my mark a wing and fire tattoo. He looked astonshed "help me" he wispered.
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unbreakable
Science Fiction"what are you doing to her" he screamed, thrashing against the chains. cold,hard metal riped the delicat skin on his wrists, but he didn't care. his capter laughed, " they put her in the food chamber;she will die withen the hour but of corse thats u...
