Crimson

Crimson

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Being ill & impoverished is nothing new to Skye Palmner- the upsurge in a radioactive wasteland made sure of that. Seventeen Years Ago, more than half of Tier Three's Newborn population were killed by a volatile radioactive wasteland. Those who survived were affected severely. Their cellular make-ups rapidly changed and warped into a strange form of cancerous cells. Scientists called them the X-cells. Previous studies illustrated how rapidly the cells were morphing, making them extremely combustible- easily killing the victim. Being the poorest society of the three Tiers in the European Union, the kids weren't given any special aids, leaving most of them to suffer and die out. That is until the Director General of the European Union decides to step in. His Lab Techs have been engineering possible cures for the X-cell, and have been taking these kids to experiment on. Skye Palmner isn't exactly enthusiastic, she's more so dubious, as she holds no trust for the Government. When they take her and her mates away from their Children's Home and to the Research Facility, Skye's doubts are augmented. She senses that something sinister is boiling beyond the surface, and what exactly is happening to those who get "treated"? She won't ever know until it's her turn.
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{COMPLETED} "now that you've had your fun electrocuting me, would you care to hop in the backseat?" ---------------------------------------------------------- Freak DNA. That's what I like to call it. The fault to my genetic code. More often than not, it's a curse. The static running through my blood gave me a name. A cruel, daunting label of a measly bug. A roach. That's what I am to them, to the government. Roach; the nameless monster with electricity for a sense and lightening as a second nature. It ruined my life, the sparking currents playing tag in my mind, running around and bumping into everything, shaking me loose. The government, actually. They ruined my life. My curse just gave them a reason. You see, the normal population with ordinary DNA, they don't know about the people like me. The roaches of the world. We don't get that kind of recognition at the camps. There, we are only one thing in the military's eyes. We are weapons and we will act like it. Everyone else out there, bathing in the goodness they don't know they've got, they don't know about the roaches their stepping on. As long as their getting closer to the sky, they don't care what they stand on to reach it. They don't know about the sparkling dreamer that's killed 7 people before her 17th birthday. They don't about the ghost of a girl peaking around corners for her entire life because even home wasn't safe. They don't know about the fighter of steel and iron sucking on his bloody lip courtesy of the wars he battles in as nothing but a shadow. They don't know about the masked villain who would do anything to see the army they lead claim the throne They don't know about us. But they will, because we will rise. And when we arrive, we will arrive violently. ___________________________________________ Started: 10.06.15 Finished: 3.17.16

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