Preeminent
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In the year 2050, scientists worldwide began a universal project on how elements would react within the human body. The overall percentage of death was one out of four people per person in each city, that performed this procedure. Scarcingly, this led the world to a panic as there were countries willing to let their own citizens volunteer to be experimented on. But reassuringly, news anchors across the globe had put a stop to the madness that the world was currently facing. Little did they know, the chance of survival was at a percentage of 1% to everyone that had volunteered. Although the scientists performing this procedure was money greedy, there was one scientist that wanted to put a decrease to the amount of deaths caused by this experiment. But that would mean he would have to look for the all of the patients who had survived the experiment. But little did he know, there was a symbol that the world of scientists were afraid of since it was considered as "promised revenge".
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I've been on the run for three years. I'm not the first, but I certainly won't be the last. For as long as I can remember, I had been experimented on, drugged to the brink of insanity, and tortured by someone I thought was my family. Boy, was I wrong. This isn't one of those stories where I suddenly get a huge boost of courage and defeat the bad guys then live happily ever after. I don't believe in that stuff anymore. Instead, I was a coward, and ran for my life, for my freedom, because I was too afraid to stand and fight and risk losing control like the monster they had created me to be. I've been too many people, have moved too many times. Now, I wonder if I will finally be able to find a place to call home... I won't allow myself to be captured before I even have a chance at that. Because if do, I'm as good as dead. © Sweetslover8 ~August 26th, 2013 ***Please note that the following is a work of fiction. Any names, events or occurrences of any kind coinciding with real life are purely coincidental.***

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