Cy-Borges Cells

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

She was standing with her back to me, watching all of the other adults wake up. While I was taking care of Abram, I had forgotten about the other kids watching over their parents. They had stayed eerily silent throughout all that had happened, but now they were scared.

"Run!" I screamed at them, "It isn't safe here! Go!"

Maybe Abram hadn't sensed the urgency in my voice like they had, or maybe these children were just more sensible, but the remaining kids in the park followed my instructions. They gravitated towards one another into a large huddle then ran from their parents.

I hadn't really thought through my genius plan. I didn't expect the parents to turn towards me.

I remembered my psychology class from last year. My teacher had said, almost a joke, "There is not a single person that can do as much damage as an angry parent trying to protect their baby." Despite their inhuman looks, they still seemed to be holding on to a sliver of their humanity. It was an instinct deeply rooted in them; parents would <i>always </i>protect their children.

The adults in the park walked jerkily towards me, as if their joints were fused together with concrete. The two dozen or so parents surged forward, forming a neat, if not tight, ring around me. I cowered in the middle, glancing around, trying desperately to find a way out, although my subconscious told me I wouldn't find one.

Suddenly the ring rippled, everyone was bowing and murmuring to themselves, "My lord," or, "Master," I noticed that each person had those strange eyes and that strange voice. Everything was wrong.

I quickly forgot how worried I was about the people when the crowd parted and let through a tall man. I instantly recognized him as the man that I had seen run past me, right before the world started screaming. He sauntered over to me, wobbling on his legs like he was part of his own personal earthquake. I forced myself to look in his eyes, trying to appear brave. I didn't know much about what was going on, but I knew this man was the leader of the strange people surrounding me. My hands shook almost as badly as his legs.

"Hello!" he shouted cheerfully, startling me. His green eyes were wild, and his black hair stuck up like he had fallen asleep in a tree, "Aren't my creatures beautiful?" he continued.

I stared at him in a mixture of fear and shock, I finally managed, "Y-you're creatures?"

He nodded enthusiastically, like this was a good thing, "Combination of machine and human-I'm Steven Borges, by the way-Just perfected this formula last night! How old did you say you were? Amazing, aren't they? My medicine fixes all the flaws in their systems, tears apart the very cells that cause disease and replaces them with what will soon be called Cy-Borges cells-came up with that name last year, isn't it great?"

I tried to take a step back, but collided with the ring of... cyborgs standing behind me. The man standing in front of me was sick. Maybe he had spent too much time in his lab, maybe he had injected the first of the 'Cy-Borges' cells into himself. But I was absolutely positive that he was certifiably insane. So, instead of standing nervously and waiting for Steven to inject me with his special cells, I did the one thing I knew how to do best: I talked.

"How did you give all these people your... Cy-Borges cells?"

He grinned manically, like the only thing on Earth that made him happy was to have someone ask him questions, "Simple injection!" he picked up the dart that I had pulled out of Abram's mother, "Filled up all of my tranquilizer darts with Cy-Borges cells and fired 'em at every adult I could find!"

<i>So the screams I heard earlier were just people getting hit with specially-made tranquilizer darts, and the gunshots I heard was Steven 'curing' everyone, </i>I said to myself, then spoke aloud, "Is this the only group of people that were shot?"