The Superhumans: Unleashing

Chapter I

Coldness. Darkness. The numbing pain struck her like a claw, while the endless shadows left her blind and helpless. There was nothing to see, nothing to feel. Falling slumber tugged her longingly, would it not be great to forget and start again?

No.

She was tired of falling between her consciousnesses. She had strength and energy, or what might be left of it. Struggling to keep her mind awake, the weak creature could only focus. Focus on staying alive. A voice against the hushed called out to her, telling her to get up. The strength and energy she thought she had was gone, leaving only a shrivelled and weak body behind. Where did it go? Where did it all go? Where was the light, the warmth and love? Why was her fragile and shattered self here, death almost a breath away?

The beat quickened, pounding as her consciousness started to wake up. Wake up to this. Wake up to this tainted nightmare. Adrenaline furiously flowed as her breathing quickened, silent yet sobbing gasps for the oxygen around her. She would have cried, letting the loneliness and misery run out from her tired soul. But she could not. Her soul was emotionless, as cold as the storm around her. The pain would tear her down and watch her bleed. And she would lay there whilst her mind screamed out from the sickening and antagonizing torture.

A lifeless glow of weakening obsidian flew open, waking up to the surroundings. Squinting her eyes, new and infinite lights blazed unforgivingly down on her. Light? Like sunlight? No, they were artificial lights, fake and synthetic. The light was not even warm or comforting. Almost blinding they were, her weak vision struggled to gain confidence. With her sight accustomed to the burning identity, it would next start exploring the alien place. Thick iron walls wrapped around her, she was in a room or building for sure. Along with a chilling ivory floor, a growing mind wondered and panicked where she could be. A futuristic touch it all had, even if it may only be her mind's mere tricks. It seemed her careless sense had left out the clear glass windows that were built in every wall. She could see through those panes, trying to identify what could be on the other side. There were people, creatures like herself. They all wore long white coats, whilst some had protective goggles covering their fragile eyes. Most walked around in an orderly fashion, exchanging words that she could not hear. Some sat by computers and large screens, working ever so vigilantly, processing data and information. Relived she felt, at least her loneliness had scurried away to the darkest depths of her mind. There were others, but she did not know them. For once, her panic and fear returned. Who were they? Did they know her? Are they the same people that she could remember? These humans seemed like scientists, but what were they doing? Why would she be around scientists? Suddenly, her memory returned, giving her an ounce of strength to only think.

Why else?

Something was happening to her. She could feel it.

The girl had not realized the highly-advanced iron doors that slid out after a mechanical melody. Heavy footsteps came from behind her, and she strained her neck to see who had come. Her eyes fell upon an older man, wearing the same uniform as all the other scientists, as well as carrying a clipboard underneath his right arm. Ruffled chocolate locks fell into his hazel eyes. He held no expression in his faint age-torn face, and the girl felt even more uncomfortable. Her fear rose until a concerned look spread across the man's features.

"Can you get up?" He inquired, examining the stiff and feeble body. She heard no hostility in his voice, perhaps he was here to help her. The thought of walking had never occurred to her, but now she was determined to rise to her feet. A few heartbeats had passed before she pulled her back off the floor, bending her knees and pushing herself to her full height. Pain and numbness attacked her weak legs, unable to hold her full weight. In an awkward manner she struggled to keep her balance without teetering to the side. Before she could topple to the ground, she had quickly gained her balance to stand upright. Worry flashed in her eyes as she hoped she would not tumble and fall. Her optics met his caring gaze. He did not seem like the man that would hurt her.

"I apologize for the strong sedative, it is vital for our experiment," He murmured with faint forgiveness. She only returned a blink. Sedative? Experiment? What was going on? "I believe it's Miss Acacia Brooks?"

Was that a name? Was that her name? A blank and silent look spread across her face. It sounded familiar. Yes, she believed she was Acacia Brooks. But how did he grab hold of such personal information? How much more does he know about her?

"I think so," A croaky voice rasped from her dry throat. She had not realized she could speak until that point. Her body was adjusting to these changes, her muscles and senses stronger. Yet her mind was still as weak, fragile and naive as before. She felt nothing but fear. Summoning the energy to use her voice again, she asked. "Who are you?"

"Doctor Matthew Evans, head of the Institute of Genetic Science and Medicine." The man replied with no hesitation, as if he had rehearsed that title many times. It sounded like an important rank, or perhaps it was its length that made it sound impressive.

"What am I doing here that involves genetic science?" She would question smartly, speaking the truth.

Doctor Evans slowly walked a few feet away, his head sharply turning to face her again, with an amused and interested look. "What if I told you that hypothetically the human race was facing extinction. What would be your reaction?"

"Panic, scream..." She trailed off, unsure of her place in that kind of scenario. "Pretty sure that isn't happening."

"I have another statement for you."

"What?"

"My first question wasn't hypothetical."