The name's Kelby, Kelby Wanzer. I remember the days I spent in a research facility, bent against my own will to be a test subject. It was painful, but there were side effects the scientists weren't expecting. It allowed me to escape. And I had to take back what was stolen from me, and I will keep on taking it back until I am whole again. I don't know what side effects were permanent, but it was fun to have them. You're probably confused. I'll tell you the story, from the very beginning.
"Kelby..Kelby..." My voice was being called, but it was fuzzy. My vision was blurry and I was disoriented. Light came through the darkness, and I could see fuzzy images of people in lab coats. It was them. The people who would inject me with serums every other day. It could even be killing me.
"Get some isopropyl alcohol," a voice said.
Oh no, another shot.
I was getting used to all this, but I was still afraid of what it could be inside. I had no idea what they were giving me, and I was afraid of the unknown. Some hurt more than others. Years ago, I was a wussy when it came to getting shots. I would refuse because of the pain. The only way you will give me a shot is if you give me numbing cream first, to lessen the pain. I would always make a fuss. But not anymore. Day after day is enough torture being here. I don't even know where here is. The wiped my arm clean, and I braced myself for the injection. I could see all the test tubes they had. They were injecting me with something way different than ever before. Different chemicals, all kinds of colors. There was a yellow colored one and a green colored one. They mixed them together and put it in the needle. I had no idea what that was made out of.
"Hand that over, would you?"
"Sure," a male voice surfaced. He passed the needle to the blurry scientist.
"Okay, this better go well. Boss'll be mad if she finds our subject in bad condition."
Bad condition? Do they even know what they're putting in me?
"This could go good or bad."
"Okay, sweetie, it'll be okay." It was a woman. My vision focused on her. She was an African American woman, short for a girl, and she had a white coat on. Her name tag said 'Abigayil'. Her name seemed foreign to me. It made me think of the unknown. "This won't hurt a bit." She stuck the needle into my arm and I was afraid of the unknown. My arm felt like it was on fire and stuck into a kerosine bottle, like an explosion. I let out a scream of pain, but there was no noise that I could hear. I felt like I was in a looney state and I started to feel dizzy. My vision went to black and I could see my mom, Juleka. It was for a brief moment, and she was at our favorite willow tree and I was there too. I saw fire appear, and I saw a boy. He had smart style haircut and his face was the shape of an oval. He had eyes of chocolate and dark brown hair. He was really cute and looked about my age. Mother was still in the image and she vanished in a flash of light. It reminded me of how she died. I was all alone at the tree, and then quickly, the scene changed. It was now a boardwalk, my brother drowning in the lake, the boy was there again, and flashes of people I knew vanished, every single image the boy was there. The images faded and the boy's face came closer. He said "I'll find you, I will make you safe." then everything went black.
I don't know how long I was out, but when I woke, there was silence. I haven't heard silence here in years. My vision was focusing and it seemed like no one was there. I sat up and saw everybody on the ground, dead. Abigayil was dead too, and the closest to me. Her eyes were closed and I had no clue what had happened. I got out of my cot and I realized that I could run. Before there were leg restraints but they seemed to have been blasted apart.
"What the...." I was confused as well as other emotions.
Who was here?
I got up and noticed that everyone had the same effects when dying. They had to have died quickly because I could see that everyone was near their work station and usually I can find clues easily, but it was like no one got past security, and it was dead silent. The boy came back into my head and I wondered if he was the test subject for the psychic powers test.
