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Hospital. Realization. Enterance.

General Daymon Skoyt had been sitting in the Hospital wating room for hours. He looked at his watch, his vision cracked. Four hours, he couted. Daymon wasn't bored; he was just incredibly worried. More than four hours ago, his experiment had gone wrong. His daughter had been injured and had been placed into Immeadiate Care at the Hospital. Right now, nothing matter to him but his daughter. Not even the sucess of his company.

"General?" said the nurse in the white gettup, her sea green eyes matching his perfectly. "You may see your daughter now."

"Is she... alive?" he was afraid of the answer, but none the less, he asked it.

"Yes," the nurse answered, and thankfully, he sighed. Daymon followed her into another floresently lighted hospital room. The nurse exited and soon Daymon wished she hadn't. He looked down at his sleeping daughter and sighed. "I'm sorry." he whispered. Then, he noticed her breathing pattern was excellent, and something else. She was Straining, the term that meant  bones moving in a controled manner. She could control her calcium, and her bones! The Project had been a sucess! Nearly crying with joy, Daymon exited his daughter room and headed for his car; and his cellular phone.

 

 

I woke up dreadfully, my body acheing. The flames of pain had retracted but the intoxicating sense of defeat hung over me. The Project had been a failure. And it was all my fault. If he had chosen someone stronger than I was, then the project might have suceeded. But nooo. I was too weak.

I didn't completely remember what had happened last night; when all hell broke loose. I remembered the machine, the pain, the tubes, the needles (the size of the needles, as well), then fluids, and most stuff. I didn't remember what happened after the pain came. That was it. Darkness.

I looked over at the dresser. Dad had left me a cookie from my favoirte Cookie Store, Cookies By Design, and a note. It read: Congradulations! Our Project was a sucess! Your Straining, which means you are now able to control your calcium and bones! Your verison has been completely modifyed, and now, thanks to you, we can open it to the public! If your feeling up to it, I'll be there at the hospital at 2:00 to pick you up for the grand opening. I'm sure most of yout friends are there. You can meet with them and tell them of our sucess! Congradulations, sweetheart! Love, Dad.

Oh, my God! We had sucess! This was great! I looked at the clock. 1:55. Dad would be here to pick me up in a few minutes. Knowing him, he is always late. I ran to get dressed.

 

 

I stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, looking perplexed. If I was Straining now, I was able to control my bones and calcium. How was that possible? And how could I do it?

Angrily, I consentrated. Nothing happened. I shouted in protest and slammed my fist on the counter, causing me to slip and slam me nose on the wet tiles, breaking it. Frick! I sat up and closed my eyes, desperately trying to ignore the pain. Then, I felt a weird sensation. Standing, I opened my eyes and looked in the mirror. The bones were mending themselves! Delight rushed through me, and I tried  releasing. I clenched my fists until my fists trembled, trying to make the bones come out. Come out! Come out! Wolverine!!

Stupid bones. I flexed, then noticed something. I flexed again, my bones tightening like the cuffs, the marrow greasening. I streched out my hands and lashed out one hand, scratching up the mirror, and destroying glass. Then, something hit me. The bones had come out of my fingertips. I could bring them out as well. Danger. Killer.

No. I was not a killer. I was happy, proiving my fathers note. I tried. I was no killer. Yet, I looked at my sickly pale face in the mirror and though of desperate times. Then, I jumped up, used the springy bones in my legs to propell me up and I landed on the top of the metal bar that held the shower curtain.

Holy Frick.

 

 

We arrived in Dad's clunky red Chevy like Twilight's Bella Swan. As we pulled to a stop, I admired all the hundreds of people gathering around. We stopped, and Dad turned towards me. "So," he said. "Have you figured it out yet?"

I shot him The Face. "What?"

"Have you figured out have to control your bones yet?" there was certainly traces of giddyness in his now high-pitched voice.

I nodded, shifting the bones in my fingertips to show my father. His eyes lit up. "Amazing! I can't believe my own daugher..."

We got out of the car and stood positioned infront of the red ribbon. "First Human Testing, will you do the honors?" said one of the investors finally, smiling.

"Sure," I gulped, then thrashed out my bones to completely destory the ribbon. Shouts followed. Then, cheering.

And the end of the world begun.

Author's Note

And the end of the world begun. Scary, dontya think? Keep reading to find out!

Reviews

[Kira]

It's funny how you keep adding (and mentioning) bits from other movies. Fantastic Four, Hulk, Twilight, Ian somebody (I'm guessing from Jurassic Park). It makes the whole thing more understandable, more vivid. I agree with Jenthura, though I wouldn't be that 'mean' about it *laughs nervously while checking the surrounding webpages for him*. I'm a dictionary, though. Don't freak.

[Jenthura]

A heap of spelling errors and grammar problems, especially "Your Straining, which means you are now able to control your calcium and bones!" I think you might have wanted to say "You're" instead of "Your". But the storyline is good and your ideas so far are original...but you could do a lot of editing.