Transfuse

Chapter 1 - 

        It all started on that fateful day. Oh how cliché does that sound? Seriously, you think I could come up with something more original than fateful day. But no, it’s the truth however cliché that it sounds. One minute I was a perfectly normal university student, and the next minute I was one of the most wanted people on the planet, along with several hundred thousand of my kind. You heard me, I said my kind. We don’t really have a name, though the media then started calling us Aliens, Vampires and Witches. They couldn’t seem to settle on a name at first, they just liked to sensationalise everything. Though a name was soon settled on, they found one that struck terror into their hateful little hearts. I shouldn’t be that cruel, not all humans are hateful and intolerant. There are some very lovely people out there, kind and generous. More that aren’t though.

        Humans. They never seem to be able to tolerate anything different. On the plus side, with all the fuss happening over us gay marriage has been legalised, and there doesn’t seem to be as many race crimes. We just seem to be bringing everyone together, giving them all something new to hate. It was about time though. I was getting so sick of hearing about how gay parents’ raising a child was morally wrong and all that shit.

        I’m getting off topic here. I was saying that all of this started when one scientist found something in a sample of blood. Really we all look the same, and technically we aren’t that different from anyone else. But some of us, some of us do have differences apparently. Well obviously, otherwise the scientist wouldn’t have been able to find the small cell? Molecule? Oh I don’t know what it was. I’m not a science major. It was small and they found it and now anyone that has the slightest variation is rounded up and shipped off.

        To where? Well that hasn’t been disclosed to the public. But since this all happened here in Australia then I’m pretty sure they’re all living in the middle of the desert. It gets hot out there, I wouldn’t want to be in the middle of the desert while everything was being all Australian and deadly and hot. That sounds like hell, although I guess that’s the point of it right? Anyone that doesn’t fit the typical stereotype of being perfectly human is sectioned off to be studied and ‘discovered’.

        I’m getting distracted again, so where was I? That’s right, fateful day, scientist finding the small thing that changed everything. Well after they re-tested it to make sure that what they were seeing wasn’t a glitch, they dragged the poor unsuspecting person in and they were questioned. Over and over they were asked the same questions. At least that’s what I was told, who knows though? The scientists could have gotten lucky and found someone who was a little chattier. Maybe they were just sick of hiding. Not that we had ever really been in hiding, we had just been cautious about who we told.

        We were right to be so it seems. Once that guy, or girl, spilled the secrets it was all over for us. They wanted us away from the general population, they wanted us to be tested. Some of us could still get away with being classified as human, our differences were simply not noticeable enough for it to trigger the tests. Everything was complicated, everything was changing. Everything was different and while it had all been happening I was sitting in a lecture theatre listening to my boring lecturer drone on and on about the history of … I can’t even remember.

        That name they started calling us was ‘The Feed’ and the reason we were so different was because every single one of our so-called ‘species’ required something different to survive.