My Curse Part 3

When I woke up I wasn’t in the park, but I wasn’t in a hospital either. I was on some kind of operating table; I couldn’t get any clear images of the time spent here. There were people in surgical uniforms who were also dressed in white. The room I was in had concrete walls and a concrete ceiling. But a small elevated room with a window looking in I could see people. Some wore army uniforms with countless metals on the front, others were in suits. They were always talking and gesturing towards me. The people in white around me though, they scared me the most. They occasionally had blood stains on their uniforms; I hoped that it wasn’t mine. The worst part of this was that I never got more that three seconds before I blacked out. Now and then I would see a strange computer, the “doctors” carrying large saws, or people examining me. I felt like I was dead, but not completely. I didn’t feel alive at all and never did I think about what really was happening. Every time I awoke, I thought of Alice, where was she? What was she doing? Is she okay? These are only some of the questions that floated through my mind. I can only remember one conversation, “Where is the subject? The deadline is near Grayson!” “I am sorry sir; we are working as hard as we can. This specimen has unique properties and an uncooperative mood,” “I don’t care, drug it more and work faster! The Director wants us to be finished three weeks from now!” “Very well sir,” then there was a whirring sound and I was soon unconscious.1

Days, weeks, maybe even months passed. I was completely unaware of the situation. The next thing I knew I was in a dark room that was empty, no walls or even a ceiling, just total blackness. I looked around; in front of me someone was starting to appear. The figure appeared out of the mist. “Hello Eric,” he said.2

“You!” I shouted in surprise.3

“You really do remember, after so long,” he said with a somewhat surprised face.4

“I only get flashes now and then, you tried to kill me,” I replied.5

“Well I was wrong, you should have realized that if I wanted to kill you, I would have already done that,” he said.6

“I don’t know, this could be my personal punishment for all the things I’ve done wrong,” I said.7

“If only you could have been tamed, animal, but you don’t know what I am talking about do you?” he said.8

“No I don’t, but one thing I have learned so far is that the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, father,” I said with hatred.9

The man’s face was warped with anger, “You will never call me that! You are an abomination! I never wanted you! It was her fault!”10

“What are you talking about?” I asked, pleadingly.11

“You were an accident of creation! You have no right to live!” he screamed.12

“What are you doing to me?” I asked with tears in my eyes.13

“The thing that we will do to all of your kind, destroy them,” he said cruelly.14

He turned and disappeared into the shadows.15

I stood there in the darkness, waiting. I hoped that this would end, and I would wake up from this nightmare. But I wasn’t sleeping at home in my bed. I had no idea where I was. There was one light that carried hope of what could have been. Something I could hold onto to keep myself from going mad, just five little letters that could describe joy, beauty, and happiness, Alice.16

They hurt me, not physically but emotionally and mentally. They presented me with scenario of all my worst fears happening, and I couldn’t do anything about it. I saw my mother die over and over. It was different each time it happened. But there was only one that stood out to me the most. My mother and I were crossing through a four way intersection and a car hit us from the left side, she didn’t live. She was staring at me with her mouth open and a large piece of warped metal through her abdomen. I was fine, and that was what really gets me. Why would she die? Why not me? What is happening to me? Another one was dark, depressing, and sad. I was standing over a slab of rock coming out of the ground. I had no idea why, but I was holding flowers. Then I looked at the rock more closely. On it there were the words, Alice Wilson gone but not forgotten. A tear fell from my face, “No,” I said quietly. “No,” I said again. I dropped the flowers and fell to my knees. I didn’t care if I died right now, I didn’t care if I wasted away in front of this grave.17

“Come on, your time’s up,” said someone behind me.18

I turned and it was a police officer, I looked at what I was wearing. I was wearing prison clothes.19

“It can’t be me, it can’t,” I said. How could I have killed the one thing in my life that mattered to me the most? Tears came down to my chin, drenching my face.20

In a flash I was back to the dark room after ten or twenty others, it didn’t matter any more.21

“Do you yield?” asked my adoptive father.22

I fell to my knees and said, “I yield.”23

He started to circle me, as if I was prey and he was a predator, “Will you cooperate now?”24

“I will,” I said quietly, with a small tear rolling down my cheek.25

“Good,” he said. Then he disappeared, and I did too.26

I was kept unconscious for a long time, unaware of what was going to happen to me. 27

When I did finally wake up I wasn’t me anymore. Sure I was still the same person, but I had changed. I was being used for some experimental testing some D.N.A. enhancements or something. But none the less I was covered from head to toe in SMART armor. SMART armor is a bulletproof armor with a computer built inside it, giving the wearer more control of his mind and superior strength. I could hear the speakers shout, “Subject A is being moved to testing grounds.”28

It said that over and over. Escorting me to the testing grounds were two guards with electric batons, melee weapons that give a real nasty shock to the victim.29

“I can take them,” I said to myself.30

“That would not be wise, I have calculated and the chances of escape are very low,” said a voice in my head.31

“What?” I said as I looked around trying to find out who spoke.32

“I said that you would not be able to escape,” said the voice again, “I am here.”33

Then a figure appeared on my visor, a person, but off somehow.34

“You are a computer?” I asked.35

“Yes, how did you guess correctly?” said the female that appeared to me.36

“You were using words like calculated, no one I know that looks your age would have that kind of vocabulary,” I replied.37

“A good assumption but do not rely on vocabulary alone, things are not what they seem,” said the computer.38

“What should I call you? Do you have a name?” I asked.39

“You can call me Lyx,” she said.40

“Interesting name,” I said.41

“Yes, you should meet my brother, Beta,” Lyx replied.42

I nodded and then asked, “What year is it?”43

“According to records the year is now 2255,” she said.44

My heart sank; Alice couldn’t have lived this long, but how did I? From what I can remember I couldn’t be human from what he said.45

“Where is your brother?” I asked.46

“Well, he according to last mission reports, he is in SMART armor Mark six A103B2,” said Lyx.47

I winced at the A.I.’s voice that sounded like metal tearing under stress.48

As if she somehow read my thoughts she said, “Do you like this setting?”49

My eyes widened, I knew that voice.50