Renea stared at the sunlit face that peered in front of her as she drowsily opened her eyes.
“Good morning, Ms. Simmons.” He greeted with a smiling face that soon met an ivory-white clenched fist right at the tip of his nose.
“OWWW!” Came the guy’s muffled scream as he rolled to a ball on the floor, his hands covering his nose with tears in his eyes.
Renea stood up from her bed and grabbed her lamp shade with a blank expression. She walked towards him slowly.
He sat up and backed away hurriedly, rapidly trying to calm her but eventually, he felt the wall behind him.
“Ms. Simmons, it’s me! Rene! Calm do-“ he was saying but stopped when he realized that there is no use talking to her at that state. So instead, he swiftly stood up despite the pain his face felt, and dashed out of the room, closing the door behind him.
Damn the world. Renea thought as she put down the lamp on her side table.
After a few minutes, she emerged from her room wearing casual clothes that consisted of jeans paired with a green tank top and lace up boots that is folded just above her ankles. In her hand, she carried a first-aid kit. Renea saw the guy cower behind the kitchen counter she walked towards him.
“Don’t go in my room again.” She put the kit on the counter and headed for the refrigerator.
The boy reluctantly used what he was given with great difficulty; after all, keeping his head tilted up to prevent his nose from bleeding is hard enough.
Unable to stand the boy’s idiotic actions, Renea bandaged him up herself, purposely yanking his head up roughly.
When everything is done, Renea made some toast and coffee, and gave it to the teary-eyed blond. She sat across from him and sipped on her hot drink as she read the documents that were given to her the previous day.
“Uh…” Renea heard the boy but didn’t look at him. “I’m Rene Ceize Cade, 18 years old studying in college. I am supposed to stay here until I finished.” He said, his hands nervously rubbing his mug.
“I know.” She simply replied without looking up from the papers.
“Thank you for letting me stay here.”
Renea looked at him, I don’t have a choice. She thought. “Do you know what you are?”
Rene cocked his head to the side and smiled, “Of course, my original name is TC-ES 997, a test subject in Human Risk Experimentation Program 1000. I am given a role in society and you are supposed to take care of me.”
She grimaced at her job, “Just to make it clear, I may be your legal guardian for now but I am not going to be your mother. I will only let you stay here and when the time comes, I will dispose of you.”
The change in atmosphere was apparent, despite the smile that was plastered on the boy’s face. “Uhm, how about you, Ms. Simmons, may I know anything about you?” he tried.
Renea just stared at him, “There is no need for that.”
Knowing that the attempt failed and there’s nothing else that they can talk about comfortably, both started on their meals without a word.
Unable to restrain himself from breaking the silence, Rene decided to speak again, “Ms. Simmons-“
“Hey you.” Renea cut him off. “Stop it.”
He bit his lip, “Sorry, Ms. Simmons.”
She sighed, “Stop calling me Ms. Simmons. It’s uncomfortable.” And it reminds me of someone I don’t like. She added in her mind.
YOU ARE READING
Artificial
Fiction généraleThis is the story of how she died. She is Renea Simmons, a member of an underground organization that connected her to him. He is Rene Ceize Cade, a test subject in an experimental program organized by their group. There are few others like them an...
