Just the beginning...

Okay Okay, this is my first story blog so please, don't judge me to harshly. :)
Origianly this story begun for a peice of English Language coursework with the title 'The Test'. I am going to carry it on but this is just the beginning, Trust me there are a lots more to come, so stay tuned!


(I greatly appreciated constructive critism! So feel free!)

Adrenaline pumping. Sending tremors through my entire body. How did I get here? In this dark enclosed space. I am not alone though, I can hear someone whimpering to my left; I just wish I could see them. I’d already been in this room four times-each time replicating my worst nightmare. What was in store for me today?

 Less than a month ago I was asleep in my brand new bed, snuggled up in my duck feather quilt. I had just settle in for the night when my window imploded-glass shattering inward, right onto me. I didn’t even have time to scream before there was a burly, black clad figure pinning my slight body, a hand clamped over my mouth. Using all my energy to shift the weight, I didn’t realise that a dainty figure had climbed through my window frame and  plunged a hypodermic needle into my arm. Within seconds the pressure was lifted; I attempted to get up but realised my limbs felt as heavy as the man who was now hovering in front of my face. Studying my every feature intensely.

“Finally. After years of searching, we’ve finally found specimen 6! I cannot wait to see Gabe’s Face!”

“I am so there when you tell him; with my camera!” The woman sniggered, glaring at me with the same intensity.

“Dad…” Talking took too much effort, my tongue felt like a strip of carpet in my mouth.

“Shush darling. It will be clearer soon. We are doing this for your own good. Trust us.”  At the time, I didn’t feel like trusting them. But at that time I didn’t feel like anything because the sweet darkness that had been hanging at the edge of my mind finally swelled and crashed over me.

For as long as I can remember me and dad had been running, only staying in one place for 3 months- at the most. And now I understood why. This is exactly what he was trying to prevent. I don’t know why but since my mother disappeared (when I was only a year old) people have been hunting me-all over the world. I couldn’t escape-and they finally found me. No matter how hard I tried to stay off the radar they always seem to pop up. The first time I went school, they disguised themselves as my teachers. I was completely oblivious until dad came to my parents evening and all hell broke loose. Once dad stepped into my maths classroom, he recognized Miss Honey as an imposter. Her name fitted her well; hair the colour of honey, always hanging straight down her back and stopping just above her hips. Her eyes where what caught my dad’s attention I had never really noticed out of politeness but her left eye was a rich chocolate brown and her right was a stormy grey. Her voice was mesmerising! She always held the attention of the class and never had an trouble in controlling the pupils. At the sight of my father she looked me right in the eye and began cackling. That laugh will forever be etched into my brain- It was complete and utter hatred. Aimed towards me. That was the last time I asked to go to school.

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Spotlights rose; waking me from my reminiscence and momentarily blinding me in their glare. I was in a glass box but I could only see darkness and the glass box to my left that contained a whimpering child. Anorexic-that was the only way to explain this child. Even her hair seemed to be thin, limp and lifeless. Standing at no taller than me, and I’m short for my age, you could see the anxiety painted on her face.  Breathing incredibly fast she pulled at the skin on her lips, muttering incoherent words to herself. Dad always told me I had an incredible poker face; good thing too because the moment I layed eyes on this girl I began to feel her fear but I would not, under any circumstance, let it show. I could feel people watching me intently; this feeling intensifying every time I was thrown into this room. There always seemed to be an audience. I couldn’t think about that now. Why was this little girl so scared? Did she know what was about to happen?

“Good morning and welcome ladies and gentlemen! Today we are going to test the physical ability of the coveted specimen 6 against a normal child her own age.” The roar of applause answered my fears. We had a massive audience. “Throughout the day specimen 6 will be put through tests made specifically to master her abilities and see how she compares to the average child. So let’s begin! First, a simple race.” That voice invoked fear from my very core every time it boomed through this arena. What did he mean abilities? How could that child next to me be the same age? She looked about 5! Anyone would be better than her, with her being in that state! I didn’t have enough time to dwell on this because the klaxon was sounded. A searing pain ran through my bare feet, making me jump around, yelping. Hot wires! They were using hot wires to make us run faster! This was going to be a long day.