Pure Hatred: Experimental Writing's Challenge

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
Melanie and Lucia are twins living in a small community in the future. They both wake up in an operating room and find out they were tested on and not at all what they used to be. What happens in the end when the two must fight?

Submitted: August 14, 2009

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Bright lights burned my eyes as I woke up and blinked. I tried to move my arm, but it was stuck to something hard and cold. I looked down to see my arm strapped down to a hard table. Wait…a table?! What was going on? Moaning caught my attention and I turned my head to see my twin sister, Melanie, moving around, strapped to the same darn thing I was on. Something was buzzing in my ear and I didn’t feel too well, almost like I was sick. That was when something caught my eye. It was an intravenous tube running in my arm and up into the bag hanging on a pole. It wasn’t the needle in my arm that scared me, but rather the substance inthe bag. It was a silvery color, and I was scared out of my mind. What was this crap that was dangling from the pole into my arm? “What is this?” Melanie screamed, looking angry. I turned my head to face her.

 

“I dunno. Wait…yours is a different color from mine,” I noticed. “It’s…blue.”

 

“Does it really matter?” Melanie asked me, rolling her eyes. “We’re stuck in a place I have no clue where!” Suddenly, she looked up, her eyes alert. I followed her gaze and saw the door was opened and a man in a long lab coat was strolling towards them. He had thick, dark-rimmed glasses and short-cropped hair that he kept running his hands through. His back was slightly hunched. I had no clue why, but just seeing this man in such a sad little state made me laugh hysterically. Melanie looked at me weirdly, but I couldn’t stop laughing. I gasped then, taking deep breaths. What had happened to me?

 

“I see it’s working,” the man in the long white coat said, his voice squeaky and nasal-like. It matched him perfectly.

 

“What’s working?” Melanie asked, suspicion tainting her voice. “And how the heck did we get here? I want answers, man.”

 

“I am Doctor Richardson, and welcome to my laboratory,” he said. “You have been brought here to be experimented on with new theories that I am making.”

 

“Whoa whoa whoa, step back for a minute, doc,” I said. “What are we doing here? I don’t remember us agreeing to anything of the sorts.”

 

“Ah, but the doctors that work here with me choose random volunteers,” Doctor Richardson replied.

 

“But…we never volunteered!” Melanie cried. “How can we be chosen if we never even asked to be where we are?”

 

“You will learn as time passes,” he said. I snarled at him, and before I knew what I was doing, I ripped free of the steel cuffs that were holding me down. I gasped and looked down at the cuts that formed from where the steel broke and hit me, but they were healing already.

 

“Lucia?” Melanie asked, her voice trembling. “What…what happened?”

 

“So, it worked,” Doctor Richardson said happily, smiling and clapping his hands. I narrowed my eyes, wanting to just squash him to the ground.

 

“What worked?” I asked, gritting my teeth. “What did you do to me that made me what I am now?”

 

“Experiments,” he said and I heard my sister gasp. “The reason you’re so strong now, Lucia, is because there is demon blood in you.”

 

“What the heck? Demon blood? Demons don’t exist, smart one!” I yelled at him. My heart was thudding. It couldn’t be true. Demons? They were myths, fantasies of the mind. How could I have demon blood in me? This doctor must be a whacko, and the stuff in the bag must have been colored water. But what explains the sudden burst of strength and power?

 

“Oh, demons exist. That’s why you’re strong, and you are cruel and full of sudden mood swings. For example, take the yelling,” Doctor Richardson explained. “You’re sister received a package of angel blood.”

“But why us?!” Melanie asked. “Couldn’t you test it on someone else?”

 

“You two are the perfect candidates to test my experiment on. You see, I was able to capture an angel and a demon. You should know that angels and demons can only be summoned by a special phrase that was found in an old book that I happened to have. What I was trying to test was if angel and demon blood was to be put into two different people, how would they change? Would the angel blood give them powers that no other human can have? What about the demon blood? Would it have a similar or different effect? I had to find two people with similar DNA, or that would affect the final outcome. And the only twins in the area were you two. So, I decided to use you two as my experiments. You turned out to be vicious and strong, but what will your sister be?”

 

“Just…leave us alone!” I whined. “We didn’t deserve to be tested on!”

 

“Well, Lucia, it’s too late,” Doctor Richardson said. “And, there’s one more part to the experiment before I’m done.”

 

“Wait,” Melanie interjected softly. “Why did you want to do this experiment anyway?”

 

“If one of the bloods prove to make a human being stronger, then I can show my experiment to the government and it can help reinforce our troops!” he said alittle too giddily. “We will be the strongest nation of them all!” He looked at both of us, and I thought he was going mad. He nodded and left and two other people in lab coats entered the door. I backed up and snarled, crouching. I had no clue why, but I felt as if I could kill the both of them easily, with my bare hands. One of the people ran towards me and before I could react, she injected a needle into my arm and everything went black.

 

The next thing I know, I’m being pushed in a wheelchair into a large domed stadium. The lights are bright, and I cover my eyes and hiss. It felt uncomfortable, being in the light, and I wanted to tell someone lower it, but they’d probably laugh at me. It looked like a regular stadium, with bleachers on the side, except that the people occupying those seats were…all dressed in lab coats. The wheelchair stopped moving and I was shoved to the ground by a guy in one of those stupid coats who was glaring at me. I growled, but didn’t dare to attack, incase he injected one of those needles in me again. There was a loud crash and I stood up to see my sister also being thrown off her wheelchair.

 

“Hey!” she said. “Don’t do that! It hurts!” She was rubbing her arm and looked annoyed. Someone tapped my shoulder, and a small lady in yet another lab coat handed me a sword.

 

“What’s this for?” I asked her.

 

“Wait until Doctor Richardson explains,” was all she said as she walked away. I looked at my sister, who also accepted a sword identical to mine. There was the sound of clapping and I looked away from Melanie to where the clapping was coming from. It was the Doctor and he waited until the droning of voices ceased before speaking.

 

“Before us stands our first angel and demon blood experiments,” he said. “To see which blood is better, we will have them fight each other. The one who survives through this is the ultimate victor and will be our living proof that the blood injected in one of them will surely help our troops become stronger.” My head was spinning. Oh no! I had to kill my sister? Or either that, she would kill me. Which was worse? I was breathing heavily, my heart beating fast, but my mind set on one answer that would have been different if I wasn’t half demon now. No matter how much I loved Melanie, I had to kill her. It was the survival of the fittest, right? I had to be the better one, the stronger of us two. “When the whistle blows, you’ll start fighting,” he continued. “Ready…set…” and he blew the whistle. Melanie just stood there, looking scared and small. A red haze settled around me and I lunged forward, my sword pointed.


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