The wires in my veins were not a
welcome feeling, but the lingering sensation was more pleasant
than the actual injection. Anyway, the wires sat in my veins
running through my body; I was a piece of hardware. I ran my
hands through my silky hair, but they shook, i wasn't in full
Don't forget… who you
Who the hell am I? What the hell am
I? I scratched my wrists, still uncomfortable and something
caught my attention.
Dead dead dead!
The chants returned, the stupid
half-memories, and fragments bug me.
"They're all going to be dead," it
was the girl again, "dead dead dead."
"Who?" I asked frantically before the
memory slipped away.
She turned to me, eyes wide and told
me, "The cyborgs, the cyborgs!"
"Who are you?" I desperately wanted
I wanted to ask more but fell over in
pain, my stomach was bleeding like I was a gutted pig. I fell to
my knees and Elora just looked down at me.
"Wish me luck," she said
I saw her footsteps retreating,
running in to some kind of pyre.
Why the hell does she need luck when
I feel like I'm dying? Dylan, Ava, Chase, Derek, and now
Elora…were they my friends?...they are my friends! I
remember…damn…its fading…have to hold on…
"Hey!" the woman who called herself
my mother harshly intoned. "Stop lollygagging and pay
She had said something, but
"Do you understand what you're
supposed to do?" she asked me
"No I'm sorry I
"Paying attention? You incompetent
twit!" her open palm met the back of my head.
"Listen again, this is a test" she
began, this time making sure I was paying attention
"What do you want me to
She explained to me that it would be
a simple mission, she told me only certain one's had to
"I won't kill anyone" I vowed, "it's
"That's never stopped you
"Ok," I gave in, still looking for
away to avoid this task, "who do I have to kill?"