The pair's footsteps echoed down the empty tiled hallway as Juliet led Tate to a laboratory. "You see, " she began, then paused when she realized that, well, he couldn't see; "Well, this is the lab where we begin our tests on you. Rest assured that they will be completely harmless, where we just isolate your blood-cells from the rest of your darkness liquid, take the darkness liquid out of you, then do a small surgery on your eyes. Is that alright?" Tate's head lifted and he smiled slightly, unused to the action.
"Yes, that is alright." He felt happiness bloom up inside him at the thought of possibly knowing what it was like to live like other people, to actually see reality the way it was meant to be - not a murky darkness.
They arrived at a small door labeled SRU 1.A: SIU (Spectrum Isolation Unit) that Juliet opened for the darkened boy as he stepped into the room, halting slightly just before he ran into an operating table. Juliet guided him by his hand towards a table lined with needles and pins, where she sat down, undid his bindings, (apologizing all the way for not removing them earlier) and sat him down on a stool before pushing his sleeve up. The skin had a small dark mark, two parallel lines connected on the right side by a diagonal one, above a single sideways line. The mark was midnight in color, and was the injection sight of an empty syringe.
Suddenly, footsteps pounded on the tile right outside the door, and a crazed scientist ran into the room. His hair was wild and torn out in places, and his coat was stained red with the blood of his colleagues. In his hand he held a small pistol. Upon taking in the sight of the full syringe, and the now white spot on the teen's arm, the man immediately took aim right at Tate's heart, pulled the trigger, then (without even looking back to see the damage inflicted) tilted his own head back, put the head of the gun in his mouth, and pulled his fingers tight.
Darkness.
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Spectrum
Ciencia FicciónA terrible war. Ten people, scattered about the globe, each with part of the key to return what has been stolen. A single vessel, borne to receive what has been taken. A single Spectrum, born to save a forsaken earth.
