The Project

Cade Silvers

"Alright you arse, show yourself right now, and I might be merciful!"

I know I sound ridiculous, talking to a seemingly empty room but I have good reason. This room isn't real, and it certainly is nothing to be afraid of. It is the handiwork of a dear dear friend of mine (sarcasm). Cade Silvers. Someone who is like me in skill sets but enough of a complete creep that I wouldn't touch him with a ten foot pole. Instantly the crawly feeling in my throat vanishes as my surroundings alter drastically.

"Hello kitten" says the smirking voice of Silvers. "Miss me?"

"Bout as much as I would miss the absence of a snake, Cade."

"Oh I am sorry about my scary little room darling, I hope it didn't frighten you too badly."

"Not as much as your face does"

"Oo such a clever comeback. Please exhibit more of your fourth grade vernacular, I do so love it."

Cade purrs all his responses, making me pretty much as pissed as can be. However as his power has left my mind and we're in a seemingly normal jail cell now, I feel sure of what I must do next. That being punch him in the face. I swing quickly, and as my knuckles make contact with his freakishly flawless skin, it creates enough force to launch Cade through the air and into a wall, effectively knocking him out. I guess this is a good a time as any to re-evaluate my surroundings. Pretty mediocre, stone walls, metal door, and low ceilings are my new environment.

How delightful.

Speaking of delightful, I suppose I should check Cade too, seeing as he is now harmlessly slumped against the wall. His appearance is the same as the last time I saw him which was one year ago, in July of 2074. At the time I was fourteen and just coming to terms with my powers. I thought I'd hidden my abilities well, but I suppose not, as I was approached one day at school by a few men dressed like FBI agents. Four of them to be exact. But, as the Sesame Street song goes, 'one of these things is not like the others...' As one of the men was not a man at all, rather a boy of around fifteen who looked completely...well, gorgeous I guess.
At about six foot three, he was pretty much the reincarnation of a Greek god, well built and with just the right amount of lounging insolence to be sexy. He had straight blonde hair and sparking grey eyes. His chiseled jaw and sculpted features completed his look. I remember fourteen year old me inwardly drooling, not imagining what lurked behind the lovely exterior of this boy. The men (and boy) approached me after school, as I was leaving late due to an after school detention which left me as one of the last people in the parking lot.
The rest I remember as a hazy dream, it seemed so nightmarish and surreal. Basically they informed me that my powers were special, that there was a facility for people like me, and that I was essentially a freakish threat to society just freely walking around. That's when they gestured the the young man, calling him 2460 instead of a name, saying he was like me. They said he was one of their happy patients who was in the project. At the time he seemed to still be fighting the program, compliant on the outside,but I could see rebellion under his charming facade. I turned the offer down and escaped the parking lot as quick as I could, sensing something malevolent in the men who approached me. They didn't attempt to contact me personally again, but Cade was a different story. The next time I met him was very different...that's when I got a taste of who he really was.