Brace yourself. Once you begin this.. Your life as it once was, will never be the same. You will be in on a secret that many never know, but have their thoughts. Their hiding things from you, and we are one of those things.
"Warden, get me the Tweezers." I hear the man who made this nightmare reality say from the tightly packed desk that was filled with papers.
"It's Warren..."I say back to him as I walk to his room that I was hoping held the tweezers, but the room was covered in nothing but papers up to your eyes.
This place is a trash heep, and It really sucks to know that this is my home. At least I dont have any friends that can judge me, I guess. I dont even go to school.. To dangerous. Yess.. I said to dangerous. Everything we do is dangerous to the old man who I know as Cript, but his full name was Criptight. He is a "scientist".. Yes you saw the quotation marks and at this time I am doing them. He is a wanna-be scientist, and thats how we are here. When I ask him how he knew what to do to make us and all he says is, " A mission in progress." but you have to expect that from a lunitic. I mean literally this man is a walking nut house. You will hear him talking to himself as he walks through our little hole in the wall shack.
I find the tweezers hidden behind a box of what I think is newspapers.. He doesnt read newspapers though?..
"Did you find them?" I hear Cript say as I pick up a magizine.
It read "May Be The First Scienctist To Proove The Myth." okay I definitly wouldnt title my paper that if it was my choice of a name.. Myth? Arent myths things that were just in stories, things you hear about when your little so you will be a good child?
"Yes." I say rather jumpy as I throw the magazine down on the openned box and begin running through the leanning towers of paper.
Finding this magazine was rather creepy? Not only had it said myths but it also said "Criptight Layne". Thats the man who "created us" or whatever you want to call it. I know he didnt "create us" hes poor and cant afford the needed material as we all know.
I run down the lightly yellow hallway to find the old man sitting at his desk that was still stacked with yellow papers that were bothering me. OCD I guess you could say.
"Why thank you, seems I get one good thing out of you." he says with a gently little snicker and sticks his eye right back to the tall and old microscope.
"I have a purpose, not just to be your little servant all my life." I say as I sit on the brown old couch that let dust fly when I hit it.
"Oh but of course..You all do." he says as I turn to look at him over my shoulder but something down the hallway catches my attention first, Danica.
Danica was someone that was stuck here just like me. I dont think she was a "creation" like I was supposably.
Her blondish brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail. It was so short that Im surprised it could be held in it. She carries a blue comfitor blanket that she has wrapped around the front of her body, like I little kid would do. But she is no little kid, she is 110 pounds of pure muscle.. She was one who Cript said was a major, which a major is someone who has a talent in fighting. Of course I didnt have that. I am 100 pounds of muscle as well, but everyone here is. Im a minor which is someone who has a talent in weaponry, so I am able to shoot from almost anywhere and hit a bulls-eye. Iiot is a Arfin, which pretty much is a person who can map out routes in their head exactly as you would see them.
We all can do everyones talents but not as well as them. A talents something your born with.. If we were born but theres no woman of the house.. So I just dont ask.
"Goodmorning."Danica says as she flops down on the couch beside me.
Ive never been much of one to love being around people, thats why Ive never had a boyfriend and because Iiots the only guy here. Ive always hated being here and being with these people who think this is the best place they could be, uh wrong. Not this chick! I have never stepped a foot outside one day in my life but I manage to hold a golden brown tan? Lord knows.
