"We're here" Mark called out pulling to a stop in front of a large building. It was made of the typical brick and mortar but it felt modern. Maybe it had to do with the glass panels positioned on the huge front lawn, or the things that looked like satellites attached to large complicated looking poles at opposite ends of the complex.
"What is this?" Stephen hollered running over to one of the satellites.
"No, Stephen!" Mark called out just as Stephen touched it and ultimately met his demise. He collapsed to the ground with a loud yell, cradling his finger.
"I've been hit!" Stephen yelled in a mangled cry.
"Haven't your parents ever taught you not to touch particle accelerators?" Mark grumbled offering his hand and hoisting Stephen up.
"I don't know if my parents can pronounce that word" He replied quietly.
"What's a particular acceleration?" London quipped as Mark began walking up the pathway.
"You've just proved to be half as stupid as Stephen" Nate murmured rolling his eyes, "A PARTICLE ACCELERATOR is a device that uses electromagnetic fields to push charged particles to higher speeds and to trap them in those beams"
"I wouldn't use the word trap, per se" Mark commented and Nate nodded.
"That's true; they moreso contain them" At this moment, Nate did something I had never seen him do in all my years of knowing him; he looked to Mark for approval.
"Hit it right on the head" Mark grinned opening the door to the lobby. Nate beamed and I watched as he stayed close to Mark, surveying the place...which took my breath away.
It looked like we had been swallowed up and spit out into the future. There were dozens of men and women walking around in pristine white lab coats, with papers in hand and various things bubbling on glass countertops.
The entire lobby was a stark white with the only actual color being the blue insignia at the front that read 'Prezivio' in the middle of a 3D diamond.
"High tech" Des murmured as Mark expertly began going up the winding glass stairs.
We scurried after him, avoiding the curious glances of the, what I assumed were, scientists.
"Don't touch anything" Mark hissed turning back to us and giving Stephen a look. We all nodded quietly as Mark stopped in front of a single black door.
"Is this the only door on the level?" I asked looking around and noticing how huge the space was.
"It's a big room" Mark shrugged pushing the door open.
I snickered as Nate grumbled, "It's also a fire hazard"
Upon entering the room, we were met with long tables with various concoctions sitting on them. Beakers and flasks and all the other crap chemistry classes were equipped with, filled the room and I raised my eyebrows,
"This is some serious shit"
"I'd prefer if you kept your language at the door" A female voice sounded from the back of the room.
"Wow" Stephen whispered as a woman with the worlds most glorious legs strode to the front, where we stood.
Her shiny black hair was pulled up into a clean and orderly bun, and her striking blue eyes scanned us from behind the frames of her expensive looking glasses. The woman had perfectly pouting pink lips, perfectly groomed eyebrows, and skin that was bordering on being olive but not quite there yet.
"Can I marry her?" Stephen said almost forgetting that she had ears...and eyes as his own eyes took in her short lab coat that stopped a little before her knees.
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The Connor's (Watty's 2018)
Teen FictionA new family has just moved in across the street, peaking everyone's interest for they're like nothing this small suburban town has ever seen. You see, the Connor's aren't a real family. As a new street drug begins to plague the halls of Belmont Hig...
