As I exit my mothers car, I hear her faintly say, have a good day. ******** that. I think. How am I supposed to have a good day when I'm stuck at school? Besides she isn't even going to be here today. In the three hours last night while I was talking to her on the phone, she said she wouldnt be at school. I can't exactly remember what she said the reason was for. I walk to the school entrance and head up to my first period study hall. As I get to the door, a cold chill runs up my spine. Something bad is going to happen today. I ignore the sense and go into the room. I take my usual seat, away from the dumbass jocks and away from most everyone else. I sit quietly waiting for the last bell to ring. The final bell gives its last ring and then the usual voice comes on to give the daily announcements.
The voice finally shuts up and the study hall teacher asks if anyone wants to go to the library. Nobody wants to. I continue to sit there, waiting for the class to end. It's only 8:45 another twenty minutes left. Good god can this day go any slower? Suddenly I hear a loud noise from somewhere in the school, it sounded like an explosion. It was an explosion. I hear another, and another, they seem to be getting closer. Oh ********. This can't be good. The study hall teacher leaves the room to see what is going on, she looks down to the left hall. There's a loud bang and she falls to the floor. Someone screams. She's been shot. People are coming towards us that means. Oh s**t, we won't be able to get out of here. No this can't be happening, not today. I don't want to die, I want to see her one last time, I need to see her one last time. Three men in black trench coats arrive at the door. I can clearly see that they are the ones that have been doing this. The men walk into the room and begin opening fire on the student. I throw myself to the floor hoping to avoid death. I hear one of the men walk towards me. I clench my eyes tightly shut. A loud bang, pain shoots through my shoulder. More pain in the other shoulder. A pain in my leg. Then I hear something. It sounds like the man is getting something. Oh no what is he going to do? I suddenly feel a sharp pain in the side of my neck. A syringe pierces through my neck. I feel the liquid going out of the needle. Then everything goes dark. It feels like I'm just floating in space, nothing around me. A bright light flashes from nowhere, as I slowly snap back into reality. I am laying on a table, strapped down. Someone has removed my shirt. Two people in doctor outfits are fixing more syringes into my arms. As the liquid flows into my veins, I see my flat stomach crunch, not break, but as if I have instantly gained abs. My arms become larger, the muscle tone clearly defined. My shoulder begins to pop, stretching out, I begin to change. I no longer look like a weakling. A man in a black suit wearing dark sunglasses steps beside me, " So, you're still alive are you? Good. Good. That means that our drug no longer kills humans. Unless you are an exception. You're going to work for us now whether you like it or not. By the way what would your name be?" the man says, "******** you. I'm not working for anybody" I say. The man in the suit chuckles," Ahh, how foolish and how wrong you are. You see, you will work for us, and you will tell us your name. Well we don't need your name, we can just give you a new one." "What actually makes you think that I would work for whoever the hell you are?"I demand. The man in the suit turns to a man that has been standing next to the door the entire time, holding a black folder. The man walks back to the table after taking the folder.
The man puts the folder ontop of me, he opens the folder and pulls out a sheet of paper. He shows it to the me. "Recognize her?" My heart lurches into my throat. I-its her. My girlfriend. How would they know this. Who the hell are these people? The man smiles," Based on your expressions I take it as a yes. But we already knew that you know her. She's your girlfriend, what's it been a little over two months? So you have two options, work for us and do the jobs we tell you to, or refuse and we'll kill you right now and kill her. What's it going to be?" I stare at the picture of my girlfriend. Her beautiful smile, her beauty radiating from the picture. I sigh," what do you want me to do?" The man smiles. "Thats what I thought. Now first off we should tell you about this drug, that we've injected you with. It's part of a government program, but they kept testing people with it and those that were tested have all died. So the government discontinued the experiment. But my little group her, stole the drug and continued to test it on people. We were finally able to make it so that it works. The government wouldn't let us try to reenter to prove to them that it works. This drug it gives those injected, they get extremely strong, and have all of their senses greatly enhanced. You are the first person that this has actually worked on. The government wanted this drug to work so they could inject the governmental assassins with it so when they are sent to other countries to kill the leaders that are against the United States, there would be little chance of failure. But our little group here is now working against the governement. They wouldn't give us another chance to prove that the drug works. So your first job is simple actually. . . kill the President of the United States of America." I look at him," Why would you want the president dead?" The man laughs," So I can become the Leader for Life." I look at him like he's insane," I won't do it." He stops laughing, "Fine. Then we'll kill you." I completely forgot about our agreement terms. I look away. He can tell that I will be working for him. He gives me the details of when and wher I will be assassinating the president from. "You can return home and visit your girlfriend, but you can't tell her what youre doing." They finally unhitch me from the table. I get my shirt and leave. This lab isn't far from my school. In fact it's in the woods next to my school.
I walk away from the woods to the main road. I start to walk away from the school. Down the road I slowly walk. I get the the large town and turn left by the tire store. I start walking up this town road, it leads me to my girlfriends house. I continue walking until I get to my best friend's girlfriend's house. I stop. Why would I go see her, I don't want to say anything that could get her hurt. But I need to see her one last time. I continue down the road to the intersection that I have to take to get to her driveway. It's not that far, I get to her driveway and walk up to her house. I'm not quite sure what door to knock on so I open the small garage door and knock on the door inside. I wait, after I hear someone talking. They are walking to the door. It's her. "What are you doing here?" She asks completely shocked. "I don't look her in the eyes. Staring at the floor I mumble," I-I needed to see you before I go. I have to leave, there's a job that I have to do. I don't know when or if I'll be back." She looks confused," Hey, look at me, what's going on. You can tell, has something happened?" I continue to look at the floor," No, I can't tell you, I don't want you to get hurt. They will come after you if they find out that I told you anything. I'm sorry, but I have to go. I-." I stop mid sentence. Thinking of what to say. I don't know. "I have to leave, but I just want you to know, I love you no matter what happens." I leave before she can say something. My stupid enhanced hearing, let's me hear her crying as I leave, then I hear her calling my, I turn around, she's running after me. I stop at the bottom of her driveway. I quickly wipe my eyes. She stops infront of me, "I know you can't tell me anything but," She leans forward and kisses me. We stand there, embracing each other for minutes. Finally I pull away, "It'll only make it harder for us." I pull her hands from around my neck. She goes to say something but I turn around and break into a run, wow, I can run faster also. I'm gone within the minute. Leaving her standing at the bottom of her driveway. As I turn the corner at the intersection, I can still hear her crying. It makes me remember something she posted online, I left a comment that said, No crying. I hated myself for making her cry now. Finally, her sobs are drowned out by my own. It's better than having her go back to school and not seeing me there, with no one having any idea of where I have gone. She would have felt betrayed, deserted. Atleast she isn't feeling betrayal. I'm sorry, I whisper even though she wouldn't be able to hear me from this distance.
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