My mind was already foggy from whatever I had just been injected with. Screams pierced the air from the rooms beyond mine. I dimly wondered if these screams were from torture, tests, more injections, or if they lucked out with death. The same scream pierced the air again, once more making my sensitive ears ring. The scream was a dying one, I guess that answered my question, the poor sap couldn’t hold on any more. It seemed like more and more of us were dying, while the other percent was getting stronger.
The world wasn’t a world anymore. It was a death zone; those who had already meet death were considered lucky. Our world was in a constant war, countries weren’t even countries, all boundaries and sanities were lost. This war was different though, it wasn’t fought with armies and guns a ‘blazing. No this was much worse; this war was fought with young assassins and plagues. When I say assassins I mean freaks, robots that used to be people. I’m sorry if that sounds harsh but I don’t consider a being with no will or hope a person.
A terrible plague broke out years ago. No one was safe from the rotting skin, busting lungs, death, starvation, that all can with the plague. No one was entirely sure the effects of the plague for it was all different, while someone died from their bones all breaking inside of them, another died of boils overtaking their flesh and insides. That plague turned the world upside down. Countries blamed other countries for unleashing the plague on them, but no one really knew how the plague had been. So being humans we fought each other with blame, each desperate to get an upper hand and to do that they needed a superhuman, and their logical answer, more plagues. Or so they thought. Since no one had the immune system to beat the plague, and plagues that had been made to harm other countries, they decided they needed to build a better one.
They capture people starting at the age of eight through eighteen, they have some morals left to not capture complete babies, though why people still had babies in this world was cruel and beyond me. They start the children in a lower section, giving them simple injections to get them started. Many die in the first sections because it’s just a way to separate the strong from the weak. It’s all about levels and moving up. The survivors of level one then move up, creating space for the new ones, after series of tests of course. If their lucky they will just continue to be injected and tested, but not everyone is lucky. The others go into more extremes, with mutations, some genius figured animals had better immunes and abilities so they figure mixing our DNA’s would help. As far as I knew no one had survived the mutations, but this world was a cruel one, it wouldn’t surprise me. From there they start training you from the kinds of injections you had gotten; they train you to be super humans, warriors, assassins, freaks.
My name is Isabella, last name unknown. I was captured when I was twelve, I was good at hiding and surviving on the streets, I hadn’t been infected with the plague yet but my mother had. She left me with my eight years old brother Tyler, and my two year old sister Anna. I had survived the scientist sweeps for four years, the only reason I was captured was because I had to save Tyler who had just turned eight, meaning they were looking for him. I taught him all the tricks I knew on how to avoid the scientist but they caught me by surprise, it was an unplanned sweep, somehow the people always figured out when they would come and those eligible hid, but this sweep was unexpected. Long story short I sacrificed myself, I didn’t want to leave a two year old in the hands of an eight year old but it’s what the world had come to. Tyler was as good as me in our skills, our father was tested on, he was one of the first and managed to escape but not without gaining some abilities that he passed on to us. It was a family secret, the last thing this world needed was breeding. The scientist didn’t know our heritage and hopefully it would always stay that way.
When my mom was finally blessed with death she told me some things, she told me that I would get captured, that came true. She told me though that Tyler and Anna would be waiting for me, hopefully true. She told me that I was stronger than the rest, special, that so far had been proven true, I beat all of my tests and more even though I played it down a little. She lastly told me that someone would save me, unproven. After I had been captured I waited, I endured what I had to and waited some more, slowly climbing the ladder of sections. But I can’t wait any more, my time is almost out. My time is out for several reasons, first Anna would be turning eight this year and she hadn’t gotten the genes Tyler and I had received, second I was turning eighteen soon, meaning I was almost done with my testing and training, making me their complete weapon. Soon people just continued to be tested on, but I knew I would be one that got sent out.
