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In the middle of all the cacophony of traffic noises, flying cars of various colors zipping by in the air. People walking by carrying shopping bags and talking to each other. The year 2036, drastic changes in Times Square Manhattan. Still, it hasn't changed in the inside, it was still the same city that never sleeps. Not too far from there, stood a single sky scraper building called the Krytel Building. Very similar to the grand Empire State, but within the walls and below glass ceilings there was a completely different place. A secret Lab. No one in the city knows about it, and the scientists working there want to keep it that way...
Sitting in a closed in white room, a young silver gray haired teen stared hard at the steel door that kept him imprisoned in the room.
The silence was broken only by the sound of the buzzing light above his head. Glancing up, he sent a ball of electric energy at it. The lights in the room went off. The steel door opened, in stepped in a man in a white coat, he held something that resembled a disc but glowed brightly.
"Seven, why did you do that?" he asked, aiming the light at his son's face.
Seven regarded him with a serious look, "I already told you I don't want to be in here. When will you tell them?" he asked, knowing why. He just felt like asking.
His father sighed, "You know I can't do that, they will get suspicious," he released the disc shaped object and it levitated towards the ceiling. Replacing the broken one, the room lit up again.
"I hate light," Seven muttered, he squinted at the ultra bright light.
"Well that's what happens when you're gifted with night vision, you become sensitive to bright light. I'm sorry I can't dim it, it's programmed to be that bright."
Seven flickered his eyes back to his father. "It's more like a curse. Can I at least walk around? I'm tired of being locked up in here like an animal," he said.
"What if they see you?" he asked.
"Let them see me, 'c mon they're having their hourly meetings today, no one will see me...please?"
"Will you be here when I return?"
"Yes."
One thing Tim could trust most was Seven's word. When he says he'll do something, he sticks to his word. Tim handed a plastic card with a blue strip on its clear film. "Use this to unlock the many doors here and try to not be seen by the cameras, they move."
"See ya." Seven took the card and bolted out of the room.
-__________--_________-
"Damn it, I think I stayed too long, the guards are out," Seven muttered as he silently slipped passed them undetected. He saw the steel door down the hall, as he advanced towards it, his sensitive hearing picked up multiple voices coming from a room. Hesitating besides the glass door, he peeked through the glass to see his father and a bunch of scientists in white coats discussing an interesting topic. He could see the light in their once bored eyes, the look of great interest bringing them to life.
"You've been working on something Burns, why don't you tell us what it is?" asked a man. His steely black eyes stared like a hawk at him.
"Not really, I was just doing some research, nothing special," Tim replied, keeping his tone calm. How could his partner know his secret?
"Really, are you sure? That's not what these data forms told me," he said, placing a folder on the silver table.
Everyone leaned in to look. In the center of the folder was a lavender laser. It lit up and an image appeared. A holographic showed the strange DNA called Cynexian. Followed by all the info stored about the experiments tested on it. And extra info about two successful projects. One held details about Seven-his son. The other, would not tell.
All the color drained from Tim's face. He was wrong.
"Georiff, that's my file!" he yelled, jumping out of his seat, he reached out and slammed his hands against the file, sliding it back towards him.
Georiff stabbed his finger onto the other end of the folder. He met Tim's eyes and smiled. "No, you're wrong Burns, in this lab nothing is private. Now tell us how you went about using this lethal DNA to turn your son into an experiment."
"I won't," he said, pulling the folder towards him.
"Oh yes, you will. And if you don't I will." he stared Tim with a look that said, watch out.
Tim remained still and silent, and Georiff began telling everyone in the room about the five year secret project Tim worked on.
Seven listened in horror as he learned about his "almost" death experience with the experimenting. How he was just 6 weeks old when the DNA was graphed into his infant body. How his heart stopped for 16 seconds before he came to life.
He leaned against the wall, his heart pounding fiercely in his chest as he over heard their plans for him. They wanted to send him to some other lab in England, where they could test him more and use his DNA to re-create others like him. The Super soldier project it was called.
Seven couldn't take much more of this and he left.
-________--_________-
"Seven...Seven where are you!" Tim yelled frantically as he searched the room.
"Behind you," came Seven's whisper.
Tim spun around to face him, his looking slightly relieved. "You kept your promise," he said, managing a smile.
"And I will have to break it, I only came back to tell you this. I'm not you. I will never be, so quit trying to make me like you. I've tried so hard to see some good in this. But I don't. I've wasted to much time here, I heard your chat with the freaks back there. I quit." he said, stepping back towards the door. He turned to leave.
"If you go, there will be others after you, the Trackers, they won't stop until they catch you," Tim warned him, knowing it wouldn't really matter. Seven made up his mind.
"Of course, it would be too easy to just let me walk out of here. I'm expecting that," he replied, making it to the door way.
"So that's it, you're leaving me?"
Seven paused at the door, his back to his father.
"I have no choice. Time is a valuable thing, in the end you'll know the truth. I will make it. I'm sorry to have you so disappointed in me, but I'm sure you were once in my position...with someone disappointed in you." Seven walked out of the room.
A few minutes into Seven's escape, alarm bells rang in the air, along with the expected flashing of red alarm lights. The chase begins.
-_________--________-
"Where do you think you're going kid?" asked a guard, watching as Seven ran towards him.
"Far away from this hell hole that's for sure!" Seven replied, seeing how the guard stood in the way, he decided to go passed him. He pushed off the floor with his left foot and planted his right onto the wall. He immediately realized what was happening. He was walking on the wall!
He passed the shocked security guard, who pulled out a very high tech gun and fired multiple light beams at him.
Seven got back to the floor and continued to run. A beam of light wizzed by Seven's head, but the other caught him on the right shoulder. Slashing a deep wound at his flesh. He clenched his teeth at the searing pain that he felt but continued to run. It wasn't something he should bother worrying about for it only took his seconds to heal. He saw more weird looking guards form a line, blocking his path. All of them held their lazer guns at him. Georiff stood sand witched between them. A sneering grin on his ugly old face.
"Shit," Seven hissed, skidding to a sudden stop.
Georiff tilted his head to the side, taking a good look at the lucky survivor of the lethal DNA. "Not quite," he said, his smile widened. His eyes stared at Seven as if he were a prize.
The others glanced from him to the boy, waiting for the command to fire.
In the middle of all the cacophony of traffic noises, flying cars of various colors zipping by in the air. People walking by carrying shopping bags and talking to each other. The year 2036, drastic changes in Times Square Manhattan. Still, it hasn't changed in the inside, it was still the same city that never sleeps. Not too far from there, stood a single sky scraper building called the Krytel Building. Very similar to the grand Empire State, but within the walls and below glass ceilings there was a completely different place. A secret Lab. No one in the city knows about it, and the scientists working there want to keep it that way...
Sitting in a closed in white room, a young silver gray haired teen stared hard at the steel door that kept him imprisoned in the room.
The silence was broken only by the sound of the buzzing light above his head. Glancing up, he sent a ball of electric energy at it. The lights in the room went off. The steel door opened, in stepped in a man in a white coat, he held something that resembled a disc but glowed brightly.
"Seven, why did you do that?" he asked, aiming the light at his son's face.
Seven regarded him with a serious look, "I already told you I don't want to be in here. When will you tell them?" he asked, knowing why. He just felt like asking.
His father sighed, "You know I can't do that, they will get suspicious," he released the disc shaped object and it levitated towards the ceiling. Replacing the broken one, the room lit up again.
"I hate light," Seven muttered, he squinted at the ultra bright light.
"Well that's what happens when you're gifted with night vision, you become sensitive to bright light. I'm sorry I can't dim it, it's programmed to be that bright."
Seven flickered his eyes back to his father. "It's more like a curse. Can I at least walk around? I'm tired of being locked up in here like an animal," he said.
"What if they see you?" he asked.
"Let them see me, 'c mon they're having their hourly meetings today, no one will see me...please?"
"Will you be here when I return?"
"Yes."
One thing Tim could trust most was Seven's word. When he says he'll do something, he sticks to his word. Tim handed a plastic card with a blue strip on its clear film. "Use this to unlock the many doors here and try to not be seen by the cameras, they move."
"See ya." Seven took the card and bolted out of the room.
-__________--_________-
"Damn it, I think I stayed too long, the guards are out," Seven muttered as he silently slipped passed them undetected. He saw the steel door down the hall, as he advanced towards it, his sensitive hearing picked up multiple voices coming from a room. Hesitating besides the glass door, he peeked through the glass to see his father and a bunch of scientists in white coats discussing an interesting topic. He could see the light in their once bored eyes, the look of great interest bringing them to life.
"You've been working on something Burns, why don't you tell us what it is?" asked a man. His steely black eyes stared like a hawk at him.
"Not really, I was just doing some research, nothing special," Tim replied, keeping his tone calm. How could his partner know his secret?
"Really, are you sure? That's not what these data forms told me," he said, placing a folder on the silver table.
Everyone leaned in to look. In the center of the folder was a lavender laser. It lit up and an image appeared. A holographic showed the strange DNA called Cynexian. Followed by all the info stored about the experiments tested on it. And extra info about two successful projects. One held details about Seven-his son. The other, would not tell.
All the color drained from Tim's face. He was wrong.
"Georiff, that's my file!" he yelled, jumping out of his seat, he reached out and slammed his hands against the file, sliding it back towards him.
Georiff stabbed his finger onto the other end of the folder. He met Tim's eyes and smiled. "No, you're wrong Burns, in this lab nothing is private. Now tell us how you went about using this lethal DNA to turn your son into an experiment."
"I won't," he said, pulling the folder towards him.
"Oh yes, you will. And if you don't I will." he stared Tim with a look that said, watch out.
Tim remained still and silent, and Georiff began telling everyone in the room about the five year secret project Tim worked on.
Seven listened in horror as he learned about his "almost" death experience with the experimenting. How he was just 6 weeks old when the DNA was graphed into his infant body. How his heart stopped for 16 seconds before he came to life.
He leaned against the wall, his heart pounding fiercely in his chest as he over heard their plans for him. They wanted to send him to some other lab in England, where they could test him more and use his DNA to re-create others like him. The Super soldier project it was called.
Seven couldn't take much more of this and he left.
-________--_________-
"Seven...Seven where are you!" Tim yelled frantically as he searched the room.
"Behind you," came Seven's whisper.
Tim spun around to face him, his looking slightly relieved. "You kept your promise," he said, managing a smile.
"And I will have to break it, I only came back to tell you this. I'm not you. I will never be, so quit trying to make me like you. I've tried so hard to see some good in this. But I don't. I've wasted to much time here, I heard your chat with the freaks back there. I quit." he said, stepping back towards the door. He turned to leave.
"If you go, there will be others after you, the Trackers, they won't stop until they catch you," Tim warned him, knowing it wouldn't really matter. Seven made up his mind.
"Of course, it would be too easy to just let me walk out of here. I'm expecting that," he replied, making it to the door way.
"So that's it, you're leaving me?"
Seven paused at the door, his back to his father.
"I have no choice. Time is a valuable thing, in the end you'll know the truth. I will make it. I'm sorry to have you so disappointed in me, but I'm sure you were once in my position...with someone disappointed in you." Seven walked out of the room.
A few minutes into Seven's escape, alarm bells rang in the air, along with the expected flashing of red alarm lights. The chase begins.
-_________--________-
"Where do you think you're going kid?" asked a guard, watching as Seven ran towards him.
"Far away from this hell hole that's for sure!" Seven replied, seeing how the guard stood in the way, he decided to go passed him. He pushed off the floor with his left foot and planted his right onto the wall. He immediately realized what was happening. He was walking on the wall!
He passed the shocked security guard, who pulled out a very high tech gun and fired multiple light beams at him.
Seven got back to the floor and continued to run. A beam of light wizzed by Seven's head, but the other caught him on the right shoulder. Slashing a deep wound at his flesh. He clenched his teeth at the searing pain that he felt but continued to run. It wasn't something he should bother worrying about for it only took his seconds to heal. He saw more weird looking guards form a line, blocking his path. All of them held their lazer guns at him. Georiff stood sand witched between them. A sneering grin on his ugly old face.
"Shit," Seven hissed, skidding to a sudden stop.
Georiff tilted his head to the side, taking a good look at the lucky survivor of the lethal DNA. "Not quite," he said, his smile widened. His eyes stared at Seven as if he were a prize.
The others glanced from him to the boy, waiting for the command to fire.