"Project P.K.W. subject one, test one."
An older man with scraggly gray hair stood in front of a desk. The camera quality wasn't the best, but you could still make out the wrinkles on his face. He had a stack of papers he kept straightening, the click clack of his pen rhythmically beating against the wooden desk. He had a rather grim expression, whatever news he was about to deliver was obviously not good.
"No results were shown after I.O. Subject continued on, still in low health."
The screen flashes again, the man in a different outfit but still the same messy hair.
"Project P.K.W. subject one, test two. The subject has not shown any results from I.O.2. At this rate we believe he will die."
Another flash.
"Project P.K.W. subject one, deceased."
The screen flickers for a moment, searching through scratched film for any salvageable footage. The man appears once again, with a much brighter expression.
"Project P.K.W. subject two, test one. Results are finally in! Subject was able to walk for the first time in years! It's incredible! We will continue with I.O.3 for now."
Flash.
"Project P.K.W. subject two, deceased."
It continues flashing through several tapes, until the man stops appearing. A new, younger looking woman takes his place. She seems rather camera shy, and has a distinguishable stutter. She does somewhat look similar to the old man, her hair scraggly array.
"Project P.K.W. sub- subject tw- twenty four, test three. Our first complete suc- successful PK ever. Vitals stable, cancerous cells almost er- eradicated. His mental state is what we are more con- concerned with. He claims to s- see-"
The tape abruptly ends, leaving the room quiet as the tv screen goes staticky.
YOU ARE READING
The F.B.S.F.
General Fictiona new organization opens to help children with terminal illnesses, but after some of the kids begin getting strange side effect, they release not everything is as it seems...
