The Change

Informed

It was dark, silent, and lonely.All around me was pitch black, I had no idea where I was. Then a voice came into earshot, with an echo around it. It was unintelligible, hard to understand. It sounded like a foreign language to me.

Then the voice came closer with the sounds of sirens. Suddenly a voice completely different spoke, "Destroy them, destroy them all, and let them bleed before your eyes!" After that a bright light shined and the sirens became extremely loud as I woke up. A defibrillator had shocked me to life, causing me to sit striaght up on the stretcher where body was lying.

"He's awake and kicking" the paramedic beside me shouted to the ambulance driver, he then spoke to me, "Sonny, you were going into cardiac arrest, I had to use the defib." What, cardiac arrest, but how, I wondered in silence. I lied back down and started to close my eyes, but was stopped by the paramedic. "Don't close those eyes boy, you might go unconscious again."

I shrugged off the tiredness as best I could but it was difficult. But soon enough, we were at the hospital, the one my dad worked at, Baylor Medical Center of Dallas. My dad had soon become a top employee at the hospital and always wanted me to come down to the hospital instead of my old hospital, Medical City of Dallas. Then I was wheeled out of the ambulance, and into the hospital.

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I sat in a hospital bed, wondering what was going on at the moment, I had been x-rayed, cat scanned, MRIed and I had my blood drawn to be checked. No one was telling me anything. My mom had sat beside me, while my dad was working on a case. Then a man in a suit walked into the room. It was our representative that helped sponsor the experimentation, Pierre laBlonc was his name. After that a woman walked in after him, in a suit of course. I had no idea who she was.

Pierre was quiet, while the woman looked at me gravely. What is going on? I thought in question. Looking over to my mom, she looked scared to say anything, but she did. "My name is Gina Reginald, I am from the government agency that had done your son's experiments. I know you probably have many questions about what is going on at the moment, but that is not what is important."

My mother protested, "Then what IS important right now?! Because apparently, my son had turned someone's hand into nothing but mulch, and put them in ICU with more injuries than that." I looked down at my hands, and thought, Did I really do that? The image suddenly flashed in my head, along with a face, something dark, and evil.

My head began to hurt slightly. Gina spoke again, "Well, what we had done, we did more than alter his DNA to fix the disease, we worked on his brain slightly, and more. He can now use more than the average percent of his brain, and he is equipped with skills not able to be used by a normal man. We played God, and I have come to explain this to you, and warn you, we cannot reverse it."

"What is the percentage rate at, that you know of" I interrogated slightly. She replied with a gulp, "We were able to up the percentage to at least thirty percent, but it could have increased by then. If you feel, like you are gaining more skills, then let me know, however you wish to contact me. Here is my card." She handed the card to me, and I accepted it. The card gave me a slight pang of sharp pain. But I ignored it. She shook my hand and walked out. Pierre did the same.

If my brain capacity increased, then I should see what I can do, I had thought to myself. I had closed my eyes to search, while Pierre and Gina walked towards the entrance of the hospital. I began to heat up their blood, raising the temperature up faster and faster. Then, I heard screams, a man and a woman, That's them alright. I continued to broil them, cooking them until they popped like balloons. Then there were multiple screams.