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Prologue
"1" Pov
My life was as normal as it could be...well, I would think to those who see it from the outside think that my life is twisted, messed up, sad, pitiful and tragic. They don't know half of it on what happen to me and my brothers. We were experimented and our DNA altered to become the perfect human weapon with our own special ability that the others didn't have. Our DNA was already altered when we were still in the womb of our mothers. I’m the only girl in the group and the only girl so far that survived the procedures. Though we don't look alike, my brothers and I look at each other as family.
The scientist that created us took us from our mothers and put us together to make a team. The scientist made us think that he was our father and that we were all related and that we shouldn’t disobey him. Then years later, he brought another child that looked like he was a few days old and made me raise the little boy. I was only 10 years old at time I asked why was I in charge of him and the only thing that he told me is that he will be our new family member. He didn't hear that I had enhanced hearing because I didn’t want him to know that my abilities are evolving. I could hear a woman's voice outside the room that we were in.
"Give my baby back! You b*****d!" She screamed. She sounded as though she was far from where we were but I could hear her very clear. "You can't take him away from me! He's not yours to take! You said that my pregnancy was a high risk but it wasn't and my baby looked just...."
After that I couldn’t hear the woman's voice anymore.
"Father, what’s happening?" I asked him.
"Nothing my child just takes care of your new brother." He said softly with a smile. He then left through the open door and closed it when he was outside.
We knew that he locked the door whenever he left. When he left I carried our new brother to them but I kept thinking on what that woman said. What if we aren't related to each other or to “father”? I knew what the others were thinking the same thing.
We aren't a real family!
"What does this mean?" said 3.
"I don't know 3." I told him.
I know what you are thinking. Why did I call him 3? We were named with numbers so we don't have real names. My number is 1.
I was the first child to successfully been genetically altered to be the perfect weapon in the state that we are in. There are other labs around the world but we don't communicate with them for various reasons. But we do have our ways to get news on what happens in other labs and how many successful kids get genetically altered.
There are more children that are being altered but some don't live long enough after they are born. Some of us don't know what happens to those don't make it but I do. "Father" took me everywhere he went and he won't let me in the rooms except once where he accidentally took me in a room. There were all the children that didn't make it and they were from the ages of a day old to 5 years old. When "father" found me in the room, he opens the door and took me out the room immediately. He told me never to tell anybody on what I saw or there would be great consequence.
I never told anyone what happen that day. It's too horrifying to talk about all those kids on metallic beds not moving or breathing. They were just lying there like dolls.
Few months have passed and there were more of us and that means that “father” has finally perfected on how to make the perfect weapon. He put the others in underground cells in groups of seven. In those cells it looked like any normal room but one of the walls was clear for the scientists and my father will know what they were doing at all time.
Now “father” doesn’t just experiment on newborns or the fetus, He experiments on any child he could get from the ages on 2-18 years old. He would only get the kids that won’t be missed by society or their parents. There are some of them that try to defy “father” but later summit to him and there is other that tries to kill them so they can “escape” their new fate. Some of the kids do succeed in “escaping” but they were later caught and brought back to their cells. There are other that aren’t very lucky on doing so and if the guards that are on duty find you trying to kill themselves they will stop them from doing it and put solitary confinement for weeks until you have no fighting spirit.
Three years has passed since seven was in our group and father has sent us on a mission in that three years and each mission we succeeded on completing our objective. We got better on controlling our emotion when we killed our targets. Each of us has our own position that we filled and we were good at it.
Seven is the decoy in the group because of his age and his appearance and nobody thinks of him as a threat to them. Six is the expert with technology, surveillance and hack into any site that we ask him too. Five is the best at the best with sniper shooter and the best weapon expert in our group. Four is the best in breaking into any safe or locks that might present it in our missions and he is also good with any weapons he can get his hands on. Three is the best con man in our group because he can blend into any group of people and nobody would know that he is an outsider. Two is the smartest person in the group and the person who makes the plan for us. As for me, I am good at healing any wound but that also make me deadly because I know where to hurt you or to kill you.
We were called in by “Father” as always and he was briefing us on our new mission that we had but this time it's different from the other missions he send us. We had more people in our group this time and it was the second group and they were numbered from eight through fourteen. They were good people and team members but some of them want to get out of the prison that we are in and my group isn’t any different. So we made a plan before this mission that this will be our last mission and that we will be free.
When “Father” was finished with our debriefing, he sent us to our rooms but I looked at the other group’s leader and he nodded at me. I knew that his group was also ready to escape this place too.
We went to get ready for our mission and get our favorite weapons. Though we all have our own specialty we still had to learn how to fight and kill. We all have our own weapon that we like to use. My favorite weapon would be the scalpels because they are easier to handle and easy to hide. My brothers had their own favorite weapon that they liked to use in our missions.
When we had all our weapons and our things ready, we got into the cars that were readied for us outside the building that we were kept in and the other group that was going with us. We got into the cars and left in smaller groups so we didn’t raise suspicion from the neighborhood. We hid in a house that was bought by our group and that was two blocks away from our target's house.
We went over the plan so everyone knew what they were going to do and when everyone understood what they were going to do. We started to get our weapons and our pack with all our equipment to have this mission a success. We were on a mission but not the mission that "Father" thinks. We walked through the door to our freedom.
- by LunaGrimrose |
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- | Submitted on 06/19/2013 |
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- Title: The Seven Kings- Prologue
- Artist: LunaGrimrose
- Description: This story can be found on wattpad and on deviantart too. I use the same username as gaia on both websites so it will be easy to find home you guys like it. I also embedded the book cover here too
- Date: 06/19/2013
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- FancyMrMittens - 06/20/2013
- Besides the few grammar errors, I thought it was pretty good. It makes me miss Maximum Ride though XD . . . . .
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