Blood stains on DNA

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A young teen who's father is a sicentist discovers that her father had alerted her DNA when she was an infant. She is on a quest to fuger out what she really is, while on the run form people who want to use her.

Submitted: March 07, 2012

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Submitted: March 07, 2012



I sat at my small wooden desk that was placed in corner of my bedroom, rubbing my eyes. It had only been two hours ago since I had started my 300 word essay for chemistry and well, I was still staring at a blank piece of paper. Something moved by my door frame. I turned to find my big sister's dog; Jack stared back at me with a blank expression.

"Shoo. Get out of here you stupid mutt." He just continued to star at me. My anger spiked. My sister got this stupid dog and she doesn't even take care of it. I walked out of my room and across the hall to my sister’s room. I knocked and walked right on in. My sister always said she got the looks, and brains of the family. To tell you the truth, I always tell her that she is wrong even though I know she's right. My sister is average height, skinny but not too skinny with curves in all the right place’s. While I’m 5 foot nothing, with slinky arms and legs. I'm not skinny and I'm not exactly fat either with no curves what so ever. I don't believe in a starving myself, I mean I'm no size zero but let’s be real here, in my opinion no one can really be a size zero without making their self's sick. The only way I could ever at least look like I have curves is if I wear tight clothing, and that defiantly is not my style. I'm more of a plane T-shirt and baggy jeans kind of girl, not exactly a tomboy but not flowery and flurry either. Silena was sitting her bed, laptop pulled up in her lap while low music played from the stereo. She didn’t look up as she said, "What?”

"Don't you think you should take care of your dog for once?" She just shrugged not looking up from the laptop. "Well, he's hungry or something and he will not get out of my way."

"So feed him," she said. "I'm busy." That was the end of the conversation; I knew that there was no point in fighting with her because she would probably win. I sighed and walked out her room; the ugly brown dog had fallowed me and was now sitting just beyond my sisters door.

"Fine," I muttered. "I'll feed you." I headed down stairs, to find Jacks food bowl. I filled it full to the rim, and all the did dog was just stare.

"Uh, I don't have time for this." I grabbed the dog by the collar and dragged him outside onto the back porch. On my way back up to my room I paused at the basement door. I opened it and peered down into my dad's home lab. The lights were off, that’s weird you can barely get my dad to leave his lab. I went back upstairs and found him on the computer in my mom's home office.

"Hay dad," I called into him. "Hum," was his only reply.

"Dad you know how you said you'd help me with my chemistry paper."

"Yes," he mumbled still not looking at me.

"Well, I could really use that help know."


"Dad," I said; my anger spiking just a little. Please don't do this, not now.

"Oh, sorry Silena I can’t help you right now. I promise though I’ll get to it latter sweetheart." I know he did not just say that.

"Wrong one dad," I spat slamming the office door and running to my room. Tears where burning in my eye's from where I wouldn't let myself cry, I swear one day I'm just going to burst out sobbing because of all the times I've held back my tears. The second I was alone I blinked the tears back, I'm better than that. I had gotten used to my parents not caring about me. I've had plenty of time to learn how to hide my tears but it’s not like it really matters, no one would see me cry anyways. At least not anyone who lives here, in this house, because nobody really cares. Well they don’t care about me, probably because they all have their own lives. You see my mom is a journalist, she's hardly ever home. The only time I ever really see her is when she runs home because she needs something here that's not at the office, or she's dropping off groceries. My dad is a scientist of some sort. After my little brother was born he decided to make a home lab in the basement, so he could be closer to the family. However I don’t really see how that possible any time soon, with two parents that are never really around and a 19 year old who stays out till three in the morning at her boyfriend’s house. Oh and let’s not forget the 15 year old that smocks and drinks. If I was going to be compared to my family on some kind of stupid reality show It would come up that I'm nothing like them at all, and I'm kind of glad of that.

A tap at my door brought me back. I opened the door to find Corey standing there. His eye had dark circles under them and I could smell the faintest stench of cigarette smoke on his clothes.

"What are you doing in here; did you have a hissy fit or someth'in?" He asked, his brows put together in a questioning way.

"Someth'in." I muttered with a nod. "Whatever. Listen mom called and said that she's running late, and wants you to get dinner started." He turned on heel and walk down the hall to his room without waiting for my response. I sighed, mom was always running late. I turned my paper over; there was no way I was going to get anything done tonight; then very slowly, made my way down to the kitchen to make dinner. Every time my mom asks me to make dinner I always make the same thing. Macaroni and cheese. It's not because I don’t know how to cook it's just to annoy the crap out her, and see if she can catch on to not letting me cook anymore. It doesn’t seem to be working though. I'm pretty sure that’s what we've had for dinner every night this week. Just when I had finished making the mac and cheese I heard thudding on the stair. My dad was coming into the kitchen, papers in hand. He looked up at me then glanced at the stove. "Mac and cheese again, I see." I turned away; my right fist griped the spoon. "I see you put the dog out." He said. I tried to ignore him, by tuning off the stove and putting the pot on the counter. I turned ready to go upstairs when I felt his hand on my shoulder. Here we go.

"Krystal listen, I think I might have some free time tomorrow if you still want some help on that chemistry paper." He told me, it was his way of an apology because he was too embarrassed to really apologies to me.

"That would be grate dad," I said in my best board tone. He nodded glanced at the pot of mac and cheese, and then walked down the stairs to his lab. I left dinner sitting on the table then climbed back upstairs to my room, and locked the door behind me. I leaned up against it with my with my eye's closed, the door creaked under my weight. I took a couple of deep breaths trying to release all of my anger, frustration, and anxiety. When I opened my eyes there was a brown haired golden eyed boy staring back at me He was laying in my bed out stretched with his arms behind his head obviously making himself comfortable. “Who the hell are you? And what are you doing in my room?” I asked.

o 0 O 0 o

“Who the hell are you? And what are you doing in my room?” I asked.

“Relax,” he said holding out his hands out. My hands behind me were searching for the door knob prepared to call for help. He was in front of me in a flash, hand on the door trying to keep me from opening it. While his other hand clamped down over my mouth, closing off my muffled scream. “Easy,” he whispered, his warm breath in my ear making me shiver. “If I let you go you have to at least hear me out, deal?” I tried to nod be trapped between him and the door it was kind difficult. He unclamped his hand and I exploded. “You creep, who are you? What are doing here? How did you even get in here?” He held my gaze, “I’ll make you a deal, I’ll answer your questions if you answer mine.” I crossed my arms over my chest; I was nobody’s puppet to be bossed around. “You first,” I told him. “How did you get in here?” He walked back over and sat down on the edge of my bed. “You left the window open.”

“Liar, I never leave my window open plus this is a two story house.” He just gave me a casual shrugged, “You may have just opened it and forgot.” I crinkled up my noise, “Never.” He shrugged again, “You never know you might have.” I crossed my arms and walked over to the window like I suspected it was shut tight. I wiped back around to face him, “Who are you?” His smile was sexy and mysterious, and I quickly glanced away. “Just call me Jay.”

“Jay,” I probed. “Is that short for something?” He chuckled, “No it’s just Jay.” I stopped beating around the bush, “So Jay.” I said returning my gaze to his, “What are you doing here?” He leaned back fully on my bed again like when I first found him. “I’m came here to see you.” I cut him a hard look, “Oh really.”

“You are more special than you’ll ever know Krystal, you are truly unique.” Before I could even blink Jay was in front of me again, his hand griped my upper arm and I quickly jerked away from him. I grabbed the closest thing to me, which happened to be a small ceramic desk lamp that didn’t work and threw it at him. It missed by mere inches and hit the nearest wall crashing into pieces. “You freckling creep,” I screamed. Heavy foot pounded on the hallway coming towage my room. Before I could stop him Jay reached towage and pulled me to him then sealed his mouth over mine. I was too shocked to notice how intense and passionate the kiss was. “Until next time,” he whispered in my ear after pulling away from me. I blinked, my window was open and a cool breeze blew through my room. There was a pounding on my door; I opened it to find a very pissed looking Corey. “Do you mind keeping quit I’m trying to sleep off a major hangover.” I scowled and muttered, “Sorry.” He left me standing there staring at my open window, I quickly rushed over slammed it shut and locked it. I swear I imagined the whole thing.

The entire week I thought I kept seeing glimpse of my mysterious boy from that night. During school, handing out with my friends at the mall or the movies I had the strangest feeling that I was being watched. It wasn’t until Friday night when my point was proven. I had just said good bye to my friends who had dropped me off and was now quietly walking up my drive way because it was past curfew and there he was just casually standing in the middle of my drive way. I went up to him a little unsure, “So you’re fallowing me knows.” He cocked his head to the side and stared at me intensely with a dark seductive sexy gaze. I swallowed hard and looked away. “I am always watching you.”

“That’s not creepy,” I mumbled. “Why can’t you just leave me alone?” He stepped closer to me I stepped back. “I’m trying to protect you.” I let out a laugh, “Protect me I don’t even know you.”

“I know you,” he stated. “You can’t simply know someone by stalking them.” I pointed out. “Trust me I know more about you then, you ever will know.” He pause looking at me intensely again, I blushed and looked down at my feet. What did he have a staring problem. “When you were an infant something happened to you that changed your life completely.” I gaped at him. All of my life (well 16 years) I had tried to block out that night in my mind. I had never told anyone, not even my own mother it terrified me I’m not even sure if I was supposed to remember it. I was having a flash back, my dad carried me from my crib and out to his car. I was so young I didn’t understand he took me into some building and sat me on a metal table. I watched him mix ingredients and compounds of some sort as I played with my teddy bear. The he put them in a big needle and injected them into me; it hurt worse than any shot could have. My body burned, a man had came in and started to yell at my dad I couldn’t understand them because I was crying so hard. My flash back ended I was standing in my drive way with Jay. “Who are you?” I asked. He looked at me his gaze was all business now. “Who are you?” He asked back, and I wish I could give him an answer.

o 0 O 0 o

I fell asleep that night deep in thought about Jay’s question. Who was I really? I was a completely different from my family, not just my interest or hobbies but my looks were different too. I mean I don’t anything like my family; they all have blond hair and I have brunet, I’ m mean I look close enough to my family but still there’s something off. Something that is missing or not quite right as if I have a bigger noise then them or something. When I woke up the next morning Jay was sitting at my desk watch me intensely. I jumped when I saw him, and almost fell out of bed. Can this guy get any creepier? I thought to myself as I glared at him, he just cocked his head to the side and gave me a seductive, sexy gaze. Something in my stomach did a little flip, and I didn’t want to admit to the familiar feeling epically since he was seriously creeping me out. “Haven’t you ever heard that’s it’s rude to stair?” I asked and he just shrugged. “I wanted to make sure you were alright. Last night you looked pretty spooked.” I dropped my gaze to the floor not wanting to look at him, and just shrugged. I felt the bed sink with his weight as he sat down beside me. “You just brought up some bad memories for me, and I guess I just had a lot on my mind.” I finished lamely. He tilted my chin up and I stared into dark gorgeous orbs. He landed forward a bit and I could feel his warm breath in my face. “Krystal. Can you please come down stairs for a minute?” My mom called, I took a deep breath and pulled away from Jay. “You should go,” I told him. I watched as he opened my window and turned back to be me before jumping. “I’ll be watching.” He told me then jumped; I rushed to the window and glanced out over our yard. There was no one there. I let out a breath as if I’d been holding it in for hours, then made my way down stairs.

I found my parents in the kitchen. My mom and dad sat across the table from each other. My mom had her hands folded in her lap with her legs crossed at the knee, while my dad was busy flipping through papers that lay on the table in front of him, he wore a worried expression. “Yes,” I said in an annoyed tone as I glanced back and forth between my two parents. My mom cleared her throat before speaking. “Sweetie, your dad is going to have to go back to work at the lab for a few weeks.” I shuddered at the thought of the place. “I’m going out of the country next week to go to a business meeting.” She glanced over at my father who was now franticly searching through his papers. “Your brother and sister are going to be staying at their friends’ houses and your dad and I thought that you shouldn’t be left home alone so you’ll be going to work with your father.” “What!” Dad looked up at me from under his glasses as I glanced back and forth between my parents. “Why can’t I just stay home alone, I mean I’ve done it before.” “Don’t you dear use that tone with me young lady. Your dad will drop you off from school and then pick you up and you will go to work with him.” I turned and ran for the stairs; as soon as I got to my room, I slammed the door and leaned back against it breathing deeply. Hell, that’s what my life feels like.

o 0 O 0 o

The Sunday night came faster than I had expected it to. Two days ago, my mom had left expecting everything to go as she had planned but she was wrong. That night I dumped everything out of my backpack and stuffed it full of clothes and necessities. I snuck down stairs, grabbed as much food and water as I could, and fished filling my backpack full. Then I left without looking back, without having a second thought I just left. I reached the bottom of my driveway and spotted a familiar shape leaning up against a tree. “So that’s it then,” Jay said. “You’re just running away?” I nodded, “I would have never thought of you being one to run away from something Kris.” I scowled not likening the nickname. “Maybe I’m not running away, maybe I’m hoping to find something else.” I said slowly taking a step toward him and he raised a cocky brow. “Is that an invitation?” I shrugged still unsure myself, “What if it is.” He laughed and pulled me against him. “Are you sure? I don’t think you realize how much you’re leaving behind.” “Trust me I think I do.” In the distance, a beam of light flashed throughout the yard. “Krystal,” my dad’s voice called to me. I grabbed Jay’s hand and started pulling him toward the road. “Let’s go,” I said in a hushed whisper. “Don’t you want to say good-bye?” I shook my head. “There’s nothing left for me here. All I ever was to was an experiment. Look,” I told him pulling down the collar of my shirt and reviling the three scars I have kept hidden there. His fingers lightly traced the marks making me shiver. “We all have them,” he said quietly. “We?” Confusion must have shone on my face because he started to explain. “That’s how I found you, some of the other experiments found your file. When I looked at your picture, I knew I’d never met anyone more beautiful.” I blushed despite the fact that I was still in shock. “You were an experiment?” He pulled down the collar of his own shirt reviling three scars running horizontally across his collarbone like my own. All of my questions gushed out at once. “What are the other experiments like? How did you meet them? Have they discovered anything else like…” Jay clamped his hand over my mouth, “Easy,” he murmured. “All of your questions will be answered I promise.” He unclamped my mouth and held out his hand. I took it smiling and tougher we walked away without looking back, into our new life.

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