After that day I felt that the vision sped forward a day or two. I was walking home all by myself. I passed an alleyway that was pitched black. I heard a voice. It was whispering something and I couldn't understand what it was coming from. come here. Come here. Come Here. come Here.
I looked at the alleyway. I saw a sliver of light that could have only come from a gun. Soon I felt an impact and I was out cold.
I woke up in a seat, with a bag over my head. They removed the bag and I was almost blinded by light. I rubbed my eyes and I realized that my hands were free. I heard a voice, and I knew who it was immediately. "Cyrus Wintergreen, I believe?" Bishop.
Despite my feelings, my person displayed no knowledge of him. "You are you, where am I?" I heard myself say. "No need to worry, Cyrus. We're all friends here." Don't listen to him. He's a monster.
"What do want?" I heard myself say. Now that my sight is coming back I could see that only my side of the table was lit. I could see the hands and shadow of a set of shoulders, but the rest remained to be seen. He answered, "I'm here to offer you something you can't refuse." I said nothing. He continued, "You see, I have a bit of problem, Cy. Can I call you Cy? I have a genetic procedure I need to preform and test. And you intrigue me out of everyone I interviewed."
I knew, straight up, that it was a lie, but (apparently) I didn't know that. "Yeah?" I said. "What is this procedure?" "Oh it should be harmless, but the outcome should be magnificent!" He gestured with his hands as he talked. "You will be stronger, faster, more powerful. You will be the first of many of the ultimate soldiers. Not only that, but you can become the biggest baddest thing on the streets. You can become an animal. A King of the streets."
My person said nothing for a while. Then he said, "I don't care for ruling." He looked up where he supposed where Bishop's eyes were. "What will you do for me? I want guarantees." He must have looked surprised. He said, "I can give your family all the money they'll ever need." My voice said, "No. My Mom. Just my Mom. You give her all the money she will ever need. Darrell gets nothing." He leaned forward and I saw Bishop's face for the first time here.
He grinned. "So we have a deal?" He asked, reaching his hand out. My person shook it and said, "Deal."
The seen shifted again. I was standing in a laboratory. Bishop was standing there and was talking. "You see, all we need you to do is step inside this tank and we are going to line your body with these needles. You will be given a solution that will numb any pain that you may feel. You will be given a mask for your air. Does that seem fair?" I nodded.
"Please, I'm going to ask you to leave your clothes here." He gestured to the chair. I took off my shirt and jeans. These scientists looked like the real deal. Plus, whatever they're going to do, its for my Mom. Its worth the sacrifices.
"Please step into the tank. You will be monitored by us, from up there." He pointed to a high window in the room. I grunted. I stepped into the tank and rested my head in the head area. The Sci-fis strapped down my wrists and ankles and torso without a word. They put the mask over my mouth. The tank filled up with a green fluid and then........
pain. Lots of-Lots of pain.........................
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