Test Subjects: Marionettes

Chapter 1

Those brutal people throw many hints that they're here, existing far away and safe from us and they will exist forever. None of us can fight this kind of evil. It's been here for way too long to be defeated. Everyone knows they're here, reigning in their power. But almost the whole human race doesn't fight against it. They adapted, they're surviving. It's because they got used to it: the new technology, what is said to be justice, this world order etc...
Only conspiracy theorists try to expose them, illuminati's slaves(, which are any famous person) try to escape by doing and saying things that people find very strange, but it's just the MK Ultra wearing off and the slaves being vulnerable, crying for help, telling the truth in a mysterious way that none of the people can understand. They just find it strange, until the person become silent again, or dies over natural causes. They become silent with the rest, who try to expose them and nobody hears from them ever again...

Illuminati wants to become a God, to have a full control over the whole world and human race. Doesn't matter what it takes to become one, they still do it with all the experiments and sacrifices of innocent or sinned people. The cost doesn't matter, but the result does...

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The doors swung open and an average height woman walked into the large, cold room. The room had low lighting on, just enough to see the button on the wall and press it. The woman pushed the button, making 12, small, square shaped lids move up the wall exposing 12 beds with sleeping people laying in them inside the walls slide out of the walls. The woman checked everyone, writing some information in her paper. She walked out of the room, leaving the beds out before 22 men came inside and took the bodies to separate cell rooms. One of the test subjects woke up and began wriggling in his bed rapidly, almost ripping out the belts that held him tight to the bed as a man pushed it through the hallways. The man tensed up and looked up at the doctor, seeing him taking out a needle and injecting some drugs into patient's system so he could calm down.
"Who is he?" A man, who was pushing the bed asked the doctor watching the patient still wriggling in his bed, screaming for them to let him go with rage and obscurity.
"Test subject number 5. Daniel Rocha." The doctor replied putting the needle into his coat pocket, walking along side of the bed.
"What qualities does he have?" The man asked curiously. He's just a firm guy helping the doctors with physical work, for example when they have to deal with patients, who freak out and hard to handle.
"You aren't supposed to ask questions, are you?" The doctor let out a deep chuckle, holding his arms behind his back and his fingers laced.
The man got lost and bit his lip stopping by the cell room that the patient is supposed to be kept in from now on and sighed as the doctor opened the door, letting his helper push the bed into the room.
Daniel was still awake, barely conscious because of the drugs that kicked in really fast and he himself couldn't believe it.
The man didn't say anything else, but completed his job by undoing the belts, which held Daniel tight to the bed. He transferred the patient from the rolling bed to another one in the room and walked out leaving the doctor alone in a cell with Daniel.
The doctor looked down at Daniel, who was getting dizzy, but he was still awake and could hear and understand anything, just his body was numb. Doctor leaned down to take a closer look at Daniel's face and smiled, "aren't you a tough one? That's why you're here. The strongest out of all of them physically. I can't wait to see what wonders you can do" he said and smirked pulled away from Daniel's face. He stared at his patient for one more minute, realizing that he's immune to the drug's damage. It's not deadly, but torturing. All the patient felt was numbness. Despite, doctor could still see rage in Daniel's eyes, even though he was numb and dizzy, he knew that his patient would like to do something very bad to him, but he was unable to.
Turning off the lights and leaving temperature up in the cell room, doctor left the cell room and locked it before walking down the hallways. He met up with another doctor.

"Dr.Nieves" he nodded to him and crossed is arms over his chest while they walked together down the hall.
"Test subject number 5 showed rage. The drugs didn't kick in right away. His system is very strong and can handle even the worst drug. The only thing it had done to him was make him numb" he stated, not looking at his colleague.
"Thats impressive Dr.Craft" he chuckled "looks like we've done a very good job during experiments"
"Indeed" Dr.Craft nodded his head and frowned when he sensed burning smell in the 7th floor hallway, "do you smell that?" he asked looking at his colleague, who looked rushed and worried.

They began following the smell, covering their noses as the smoke filled the air through the hallways. There was no possibility a fire could have been ignited. No possibilities at all. The doctors saw a burning cell room and two burnt bodies laying on the floor. The doctor was dead, while the man in a black suit, who was doing the physical work was still alive and struggling to breathe.
"H-he ran away. T-Test subject number 12, b-be careful, what he-he can do is deadly" the man stuttered and completely lost his life. Suddenly the water started pouring from the ceiling, extinguishing the fire.
"What the fuck?! There is no one, who could control the fire! Or whatever the he'll they're capable of!" Dr.Nieves cursed out, frustrated and confusion.

Dr.Craft pulled out a controlling device and pushed two buttons before grabbing and pulling his colleagues arm out of the area, leaving the two dead bodies laying on the floor.
They were confused as to how the fire started. How the test subject started it. Can he control the fire? There were no such information about this.
They're capable of everything and anything. What could've gone wrong? Even though Dr.Nieves felt worried, Dr.Craft was excited. If the DNA transferring to another already developed body made the test subject inherit pyrokinesis (an ability to control fire), then it means they can do it to themselves too and Dr.Craft felt pleased with this new discovery...