We arrive back at the Graduates warehouse thingy. I don't know exactly what it's called... Should've asked. Anyways, we went inside with John. Everyone started cheering. Probably because their plan was finally coming together! We made it to the planning table in the middle of the room. We saw Lucas, Elma and Will standing around the table looking at some sort of building blueprint! We join the circle and I get a better look at the blueprint. It looks like some sort of a facility.
"This is the blueprint of the facility that we were made in. This is according to my memories so it could be slightly wrong!" Jasmine declares. Score! I was right!
"So... whe-what are we doing within the-this plan, when a-are we doing it and ha-how?" I question.
"Good question!" Jasmine replies with a anime esc expression. To sum up what she said because I doubt you want to hear the hours worth of describing the plan. Basically, we are getting me to be the bait (yeah I know, I was excited too!) and get myself captured by the school. In theory, I'd be taken to their "secret base". Elma would go invisible and follow me in where ever I'm going! Once we're securely inside. Elma would send the rest a signal to start the attack. They'd barge in, causing havoc and killing everyone and destroying all evidence. The only one not going in is Jasmine because she is going to survey us all from the warehouse telepathically. Yep... I'm so screwed...*insert Batman transition here*
It's the next day, I think it was a Tuesday. I don't remember that well... Anyways we were all in position. I was standing out in the open while Elma watches from afar. I hear a voice in my mind;
"You ready Bryce?" It was Jasmine speaking to me from the Graduates base.
"Yep" I think.
"So this is what you sound like without your stutter?" She replies.
"Indeed, shit as always, with or without a stutter" I respond.
"Awww come on Bryce. Your cute in my eyes!" She compliments.
"Oh shit! What do I say!?" I think. I hear a giggle from deep in my mind. "FUCK! You weren't meant to hear that!" She continues to giggle.
"I love you... Jasmine..." I worked up the courage to finally say it. (technically I didn't say it but still)
There was a pause. No response.
"I love you too Bryce..." I hear her whimpering happily. (I need to stop contradicting everything I say!) "Uuuh Bryce?" She starts to question, "Why are you thinking about me naked?"
"Fuck..." I respond. She giggles once again.
"Alright, no more fooling around! Let's get to work!" She commands to who I assume is everyone. "Step one is a go!" I think while I step over to a teacher.
"Hey meh-miss!" I say politely.
"Hi" She responded looking pissed.
"Did you know... I don't ha-have any powers!"
She grabbed by the upper arm in a death grip. It felt like my bones were being crushed along with everything around it; muscles, veins, bones etc, all being broken. I'm surprised it worked! I guess they were waiting for the right time and since I provoked her she snapped? I don't know. I turn to see if I could spot Elma. But I couldn't. Where she was standing before is now filled with 2 of jocks leaning up against the lockers. It sounds like a bad thing but it isn't. That means she's invisible and following me as I'm getting dragged away.I was then dragged outside and a white van was positioned in the middle of the carpark. The back swings open and two people in hazard suits garb me and pull me in. They knocked me unconscious somehow. I don't remember much from before I woke up. It was kinda crazy! They could've possibly used the thing in soy movies with the cloth over the mouth... but no idea.
I woke up in a facility of some sort. Blur covers my eyes. A bright light over the top of me forces my eyes to look straight towards my feet. As they adjust to the light I notice, I'M FUCKING STRAPPED TO A HOSPITAL BED THING! Straps around my ankles, wrists, stomach and forehead. This is not good. I was expected to be captured, put in a cell at least to start with! But straight to the testing chamber bed. Fuck. Someone walks up to me in the same hazard suit from the van.
"I'll be honest with you Mr..." A female voice stops as she stares at a clipboard. "Sherman. Your going to be in complete discomfort." She tightens the strap around my wrist and walks over to a table with some hospital supplies. She turns back around with a syringe. Tap. Tap. The syringes tip was being flicked by this person in the hazard suit.
"This is going to hurt." She warns me.
"Tha-thanks bitch!" I splurt out. Where the fuck are they!? I thought.
"Who the fuck did that!?" The woman turns around in a panic. "It's not funny! You will pay for this!" Could this be Elma? I hope so. Suddenly the woman collapses onto the ground. Elma appears overtop the body.
"Stay quiet. We'll get you out of here. Things aren't going to plan." Elma whispers to me. "Lucas will be here so-" Another hazard suit wearing figure appears behind her, hitting her in the back of the head with a tray.
"I've always wanted to do that." Says the mysterious figure.
"Mr Weh-white!?" I question. He removes the portion of the hazard suit that covers his face.
"Yes, Bryce. It is me. I take it that Jasmine has ran you down on the operation that's going on here." He replies. "There's no stopping us. We're too far gone. If it makes you feel any better, we're nearly done this experiment! Five more to go, well, four once I'm done with you. You see, before I start sticking things into your skin to do specific things with your DNA, let me show you something!" He grabs the back of the bed and turns me around. Grabs my face with his hand and turned my head.
"Look." He commands me. "LOOK!" I open my eyes to see a corridor. Seems never ending. They're cells. All along the walls.
"Your precious Graduates are all locked up here. In my prison. But that's enough of that! Time to start testing!" Mr White says with a snicker.
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Mutants
ParanormalIf you had powers, what would it be? Would you even want powers? If so, would you help people, kill everyone who pisses you off or attempt to suppress these unwanted abilities and continue on with your what you'd call normal life? ...