|Chapter 1|
The entire world is full of secrets and lies. Deceivers and jokers. Thieves....Well, in this world.. the secrets are that supernatural creatures that roam the earth. Scientists created an experiment in a cyber-genetic lab. They took DNA of shifters, werewolves and manglers, and they put it in metallic- personafied machine that makes the DNA perfectly matches together to create the ultimate combination.
It look like a normal though. Hair, eyes, skin, voice. Except, it doesn't think it's normal.
It's kept inside a room. No windows. Just a bed attached to the wall. It's not like it ever goes near it. It's more of a corner person.
But, the claustrophobic feeling when you're in there is enough to make anyone insane.
It desperately wishes it was human like the scientists who created it. To normal, for once. To have problems. To feel pain. To be sick. To have the love of a family.
But it'll never get that.
Because it was designed to be an emotionless monster.
Heh.
Besides, who would love it?
A soulless, genetically altered animal.
A girl with no emotion.
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"Lunch!" A booming voice announces as the small slot to the door of her cell opens. A hand slides a tray of "food" and the slot shuts quickly.
The girl glances over to inspect the meal. Raw, pink meat with a glass of a thick red substance.
A loud bang makes the door rattle and the same loud voice yells, "Eat!"
Her blue eyes flash with a bright light and she crawls over to the tray. She pushes the meat away and grasps the glass in her hand. She raises it to her lips and drinks it slowly.
The sweet and hot liquid runs down her throat and she swallows it faster.
Once the cup is empty, she sets it back on the tray and slides back over to te bed. Her back pressed up against the rim while her behind in presses firmly on the cold tile floor.
She looks down to see the red liquid slowly dripping from her mouth to her bottoms; the substance adding color to the white pants.
The door opens and a man well into his late forties (with a white lab coat and clipboard) walks into the room, the shuts the door.
"Ah. Good afternoon," his eyes travel down to the tray then look back at his clipboard. He clicks his pen and starts moving it across the paper.
"I see you didn't eat the meat. But, you did drink the blood. We'll have to give you more," He sighs.
"I didn't eat the meat because I'm not an animal." She whispers quietly.
"As though you have the appearance of a human, you're not. You were genetically created for the scientists to examine."
"What about the other experiments? I can't be the only one," she says.
"You're not. But, the other experiments have shown more improvements than you have. They have consumed more meat than they have blood but with you, it's the opposite. It makes no sense. So, therefore, you get examined twice as often than the other experiments do."
Her blue eyes don't falter. The blank state of it makes bad chills run down the man's spine.
"What's the matter? Scared?" She asks unemotionally.
"No. Just... I just got a slight chill."
"Hmm. Ok."
The man writes something once more on the clipboard but his handwriting wavers in fear. The stare of her icy glare letting fear cloud his body.
"Dinner is in a few hours. After dinner, you'll be given clothes for you to wear as three very important men will be coming. Behave,"
The man walks out of the room, leaving her alone. The cries of the other experiments from down the hall make her wonder, "Why is she different from the other experiments?"
She has no clue.
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She stares absent-mindedly at the clothes that lie on her bed.
She's never seen this kind of fabric before. It's... alien to her. All she's ever worn before is a white outfit.
She sighs and starts taking her outfit off. The cold air makes little bumps rise on her pale skin.
She shoves the other shirt over her brown hair and then starts taking her bottoms off. The pants are blue and have a soft feel to it.
She puts them on and ties them so they stick firmly to her waist.
She slides on her white shoes and walks to the door.
A giant buzzer sound echoes through the halls and the door swing open automatically.
The girl looks at the blank wall ahead of her with a blankness emotion to her face.
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