Project 7

A Story by KyleL

Chemical testing on teens? Is it possible?

If you’re reading this, I’m dead. My name is Marcus Rumin, I am project 7. When I turned 18 I was recruited by a secret government testing lab, scratch that I was kidnapped by these people. There were approximately 10 of us, some died sooner than others. They used us as lab rats, and the things they tested on us were…. Terrible, inhumane, a million other things, but they also helped me escape. Whatever the hell they tested on me changed me, forever. I guess since I’m telling my story I should start at the beginning, the morning it all started.

“Marcus!!!! Get up; I swear you’re going to sleep your life away!!!!”

I got up, dressed and off to school in a matter of minutes, one of my many talents. The only problem is I never made it to school that day, I was zapped with a Taser, not five minutes from my house, and shoved into a cage, yes a cage. I told you these people are insane. That’s when my life turned upside down. When I woke up I noticed about 3 other people my age, also in cages, and trembling.

“What is going on!?!?!?!? Who are you? Where am i? I HAVE A FREAKIN ALGEBRA TEST TODAY!!!!!”

No one answered, that’s when I saw him, I knew him. David Fas, he was in my History class, I think, he was more of a loner I’m not sure we had ever even spoke before.

The next few days are not of importance. For the next month they did nothing but knock us out and test us with chemicals, their goal, to see if we ever woke up. In that month over half of the “candidates” never woke up. In two months I and David were the only ones left.

“Marcus, do you think we are gunna die here?” He started sobbing before I could even answer.

“No, actually I don’t. Have you noticed anything different about yourself? Anything strange?”

“Besides, losing all my hair, puking every ten minutes, on a good da? No why?”

His attempt at a joke made me smile. “Because I have, I can do things, and they aren’t normal things… The other day when the door set on fire, it wasn’t a mishap with wiring in the security system, it’s because I did it.”

“That’s great David now just kill our aggressors and we can waltz out and tell the world, WE’RE BACK!!! I think the lack of food and hydration has finally gone to your head mate.”

“Fine. I’ll show you.”

I focused on the nearby door, the one I hadn’t burnt down before. “CRACK!!!!” the door flew off its hinges slamming to the floor.

“I told you.”

“Holy Hell how did you do that?”
“I don’t know, whatever they have been testing on me, it’s superized my body.”

That’s when we hatched the plan. I would set the guard outside our cell on fire, or instant death whichever I was capable of. Then I would break the cell door open.

The next day our plan went under action. Everything went smoothly, the guard died silently, the door crashed open but no one came to check. Then came the hard part, the wall. I focused all the power surging through me on the block wall in front of me. “BAMMMM” the wall finally came crashing down and we made our way out.

“I wonder if I can just fly us out”

“Couldn’t hurt to try”

I pictured birds, planes, hot air balloons. Anything that would fly. Within minutes I was hovering five feet above the pavement. That’s when it went wrong, as I lowered to grab David’s hand the guard from the front turned, saw me and screamed. As he started shooting I swooped to the ground. I as to late David was hit. To this day I don’t know if he died instantly or not. I grabbed his body and shot off like a bullet.

I buried David’s body at the Lakeview cemetery.

That day as I left the cemetery I was in tears, he had been my only friend for two months, and the best friend I had ever had and in minutes he was gone, forever.

Also that day my powers went away. Seems only doses of “chemical who the hell cares” every day was needed to empower people. I didn’t care about the powers, what I did care about was revenge.

On the day so long ago I swore my vengeance on that testing facility and all involved. Now I know that was too big for just me, the entire government had involvement. That’s why I’m writing this for whoever takes the time to read my words. I am Marcus Rumin and I am project 7.