The hidden

prologue

In 2017, some wacky scientists gained complete access and control over Psychiatric Hospitals and the people who were trapped inside of them. They offered everyone in one a choice; you can either give them permission to freeze you--yeah, I said it, they wanted to FREEZE us--or we could stay and rot in the loonie bins for life. Now, I'm sure you're already prepared to ask me why they would do such a thing, so, to save time, I'll just tell you right away. In 2060, when they've finished hacking at our bodies and the rest of the world has forgotten about us, they will 'awaken' us and introduce us to our new lives as CYBORGS. (And they think I'm the crazy one.)

But, hey, it's every boy's fantasy, right!? Well, it's definitely not mine.

Because I'm psychic--or, as many call me, psycho-- I know you're probably questioning the idea of setting a whole bunch of crazy psychopaths, lunatics, killers and all of that jazz loose into society. I know I was, and I'm one of them. I know it seems far-fetched, but they promised us that, in addition to our physical transformations, they would rewire our brains. In other words, make us normal. For some, the idea didn't seem worth the price. They did not see that there was anything wrong with them, or they were content in being left alone to live with their crazy. But for others, it was like an answered prayer or a dream that had finally come true. Not only would we be free from the physical prisons that we were forced to live in, but the mental ones as well, and that's what compelled many of us to take them up on their offers.

A lot of us would kill, literally, to be normal; to put our pants on one leg at a time instead of have some nurse do it for us. I mean, it was a dream come true, right?

They told us that we would be erased from society--from everyone that has ever known us or even cared for us. They told us it was fool proof.

They were wrong.

It didn't just end with the nut-balls. When others heard of what the Scientists were doing, they too decided that they would rather erase their lives and start over than to live in all of the mistakes and/or misfortunes. Soon enough, a good ten percent of the world's individuals joined the Cyborg community. The increasing lack of people not only weakened our nation, but all of those that had gotten access to our technology.

Somehow, this entire situation gets crazier. When the entire world learned of what was going on, many 'humans' had come out of the shadows about their 'conditions.'

If wacky Scientists and crazy, psychiatric patients weren't enough, THEY came. Before you ask questions, let me finish. I'll tell you who THEY are in a minute.

THEY saw the craziness as an opportunity. For years they had been posing as humans, and when they saw that human life was crumbling, they brought it upon themselves to take control of the situation. They called themselves the Hostis Abditus. Their language was a dead one, but in English, they were called The Hidden.

Unbeknownst to us, many of society's wives, husbands, and children were not human. They had been posing as such since before the birth of Christ.

Those of us who had chosen to become Cyborgs, like myself, had been unable to witness all of the changes within the world-like I said, it had seemed like a good idea at the time. We didn't see The Hidden attack our countries, we didn't see them seize control over the world, and we didn't know who they were or what happened to the Scientists when the Hidden thawed us out forty-three years later.

They called us Servus, which I had eventually found out meant Servant. Our freedom was gone before it had even begun.

The actual humans, of which there was very little, were called Bardus--or Stupid. Can you say, Childish?

The humans scavenged for meals in dumpsters. Since The Hidden felt as though they had taken advantage of all of the treasures that they had once had, they basically forced them into exile. The Ancula, or the maids, spent the nights ridding the streets of humans, so they were forced to hide. They missed their warm beds, and their homes, and their loved ones. It may seem cruel to you, but please try to remember that some of these people used to eat cute little kittens. Can you blame The Hidden?

We Slaves were spared by The Hidden. We were used to do the work that they did not want to do, and some of us, like me, were used as test dummies for their army's new weapons. Fun, right? I may be a Cyborg, but I'm also still human. It still hurts!

Yeah, I hate to burst your bubble, actually I take great pleasure in bursting your bubble, but yeah we feel. Some of us were forced to do.... other stuff, yeah not pretty, or worth mentioning.

Worst of all, some of us were forced to marry them. Before I get into that I should probably explain something. Even though they were Aliens, they still looked human. There was just something so perfect, so fake, about the way they looked. They were almost, for lack of a better term, painfully beautiful. (I should probably check my man parts for saying something so girly, especially since I'm referring to both females and males. Yep, they're still there).

Their faces were covered in strange tribal-like tattoos. While only their kind actually knew what each symbol and tattoo meant, I had a pretty good guess that it had something to do with particular trials and wars that they have overcome. Their eyes were luminescent and their hair was always long and perfectly styled. It was almost like being in the presence of a model. Trust me, this is coming from the guy who has pictures of Scarlet Johansson under his bed. Yeah, you're not supposed to know that. Please don't tell anyone I said that.

Anyway, it may seem like marrying someone from The Hidden would be totally awesome, but who wants to be with someone way out of their league? Not to mention, their people were all controlling jerks.

I am owned by Telum co. In other words, my body is used, every day, to test the accuracy, strength, and all of the dangers of their weapons. If they are successful, I die and am revived each day. It's never-ending torture.

Since the music industry already ruined the individuality in the music created by the famous musicians, they had asked to be frozen so that they continue to make their music uninterrupted.

Unfortunately, that means Beiber Fever is still going strong, and we can't forget about the One Direction Infection... bleck.

I, for one, do not get the ladies. I guess my mop of dark hair, stone grey eyes, and my decent sized muscles don't catch the eyes of the female Cyborgs, but then again, we don't socialize very often.

I don't even get paid for the 'work' that I do, and their food, well, lets just say it moves...

Oh! I didn't mean to be impolite! I blame the Cyborg in me... Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Grey. Yeah, I know, it's a stupid name. (No offence to anyone who has the same name, but c'mon, you know it's true). Some people think they're funny and try to call me Purple or Green just to make fun of it. Hilarious, right? (Please note the sarcasm).

I'm sure some of you are also wondering why I was in a Psychiatric Hospital anyway, since it's what's caused all of this. I was depressed and tried to take my own life. I was sent there to be monitored.

I know this is a lot to chew on, so I'll leave you alone now to make sure you've got every thing down. Feel free to go back and re-read if you have to.... you done yet? No? Okay, okay, I'll leave you to it.

What do you think now? Please comment! This is edited, so feel free to point out anything I might have missed.