Chemical Patterns

In Her Veins

Needles, test tubes, chemicals.

The visions were all a blur to her.

She tried so desperately to forget.

She will never forget what they did to her, mutilating their own child. She was too young to know what was happening- but old enough to remember. She was 6 when it started. They were striving to become the most world renowned genetic scientists. They wanted to make the human race invincible, by heightened the six senses; sight, sound, smell, taste, touch & a new sense, mind. Having a heighted mind sense meant she would be capable of sensing anything before it happened, a short glimpse into the near future. People praised their work- and marvelled at the thought of being invincible. Yet, there were others who thought of her as an abomination of their race. There multiple different attempts to kill her, forcing her into protection of the government.

"Anna, breakfast is ready!" Mark, the large, well-built security guard called from downstairs.

To any normal eye, the safe house she had been staying at for the past 17 years of her life was warm and homely, but through her eyes, it was just a building, nothing special to her, no memories, no real family to share it with, no love surrounding her. She climbed out of her large bed, yawning as she pulled her raven black hair up into a messy ponytail. As she ambled to the door she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror, a dark purple bruise on her prominent jaw line from self-defence training, her normal bright, forest green eyes appeared dull and hard, the green contrasting with her creamy pale skin which held scars from the countless experiments conducted on her.

"Are you coming down or not?" Mark called again

"Yeah, just a sec" Anna replied pulling on her grey fur slippers.

Sliding into her dining chair she stared at the fluffy blueberry pancakes.

"Mark, can you please take me to the library again today?" Anna asked sweetly.

"I guess, why so strung up on visiting the library every day?" he pushed.

"Just keeping myself occupied" she smoothly let out the lie.

Her real motive behind visiting the library everyday was so she could track down any information about her parents. Hoping one day to find them, so she can finally act out her revenge. Flipping through the local newspaper her eyes landed on the page welcoming new residents into the small town, the pictures were so clear- they may not have had the same names, but they were there. Her chest started caving in, her lungs struggling to breathe; all of the sick, twisted memories came back into vision, Needles, test tubes, chemicals, the bright strobe lights, the coppery smell of blood, all laced her memory. She continued to read about this new family; 'We would like to welcome the Robinson family to Fern Park! Craig and his wife Melissa share a beautiful baby boy, Robert. We hope they settle in well!'

She took in the picture one more time, her eyes absorbing their faces, and sure enough they were her parents.

"Are you ready to go?" Mark questioned.

"Yeah, okay just let me grab my stuff."

As they were driving back to the house, she saw something that shook her, burnt her insides; the moving truck. There was black spots appearing in her vision as she saw him, her so-called Father. He was unloading the truck carrying boxes into the house. As the traffic lights turned green, the car began moving again, putting the house out of view. When they arrived back to the house she raced to her bedroom, she pulled out her modern white laptop and searched for their house. The real-estate website still had the floor plans. She quickly downloaded a copy for herself, and at that point she knew what she had to do.

It was early, maybe two in the morning. She climbed out of her bedrooms window; luckily she didn't live on the second story. As she jogged away from the house, she tucked her pistol into her jeans. She made it onto the main road setting off to 'Craig and Melissa's home. She arrived, staring their front door down, the gun burning through her skin; she looked up from her copy of the floor plan, back up to the door. Her plan was not thought out properly, she was too blinded by her rage, to think straight at the time. She circled around to the back of the house; she found her point of entry, the spare room window. She slid off the screen and quietly climbed through, landing on the soft carpet. She stomped down the hallway, trying to make her presents known, although she hadn't thought her plan through to the most minor of details, she had remembered one important factor. She had managed to cut the phone lines while climbing through the window. She knew Craig was coming out the door as her heighted senses kicked in. Their bedroom door opened, Craig stepped out, just like she knew he would. His eyes flashed with recognition when he saw her, he yelped as she fired her gun, straight through his heart, she wanted to know if he still had one. Unfortunately he did, she watched as his blood soaked though his white pyjama shirt.

She continued into the room, the smell of his blood making her faint, she saw her, her mother - the 'leader' of the experiments. The one who poked and prodded her, even when she was screaming out in pain, the one who didn't love her child enough to stop hurting her, the one who only cared about power and pride and her experiments. Her blue eyes stared into Anna's green as she comforted her crying baby.

"What a surprise it is to see you all grown up!" her mother smirked.

"You're sick" was her only response.

"Those scars, they sure look much better now." Her mother taunted.

"Why?' was all she could ask, not wanting the feed her mother's amusement.

"Why? Why did you do this to me? Why did you ruin my life?" she continued.

"It was all in the name of science, dear" her mother laughed.

"I hate you! You never loved me, I was your child!" she cracked

"And with that you are right, I hated you, I still do. I felt sick calling you my child, the only good thing about you is my work! I made you better! I didn't ruin your life! I made you special! I made you, you!" her mother spat at her.

And with those last words of her mother, Anna shot her mother.

"And he's going to be just like you..." he mother said turning to face the baby before she fell to the ground. The cuts and tubes coming out of him are only now visible to Anna, she cried out, racing to the baby,

"I will fix this, I will help you" she whispered to her brother, as the police sirens filled her ears.