Humane

Your whole life can change in simply a flash. A scream. A blink back to your death and to the thousands and thousands before you. And it seems like an eternity of sorrow of pain. A blink could destroy a city. A blink could destroy the world. A blink could destroy us all. 

And we will burn for it.

Chapter One

I felt common. 

Too common as it seems. But now a day everyone goes around saying “I am so weird” so I guess me being the only ‘common’ person out there. 

I sat on my frigid four post bed that shook from every creak down the floors of dads rusted mill of the day house in Sunny Nevada California. My head was lodged into the bedspread like a rock along a stream. I felt that even the slightest movement would send me down that river to my doom, but what’s the point if I knew a city of rivers was just around the corner. I wanted to scream for so many reasons. Thus, being my mother and Maine was just around the corner. Next to me was a box of letters filled to the brim with useless ‘notifications for your social help’ as mother would imply as I would always throw them straight to the trash can. Any letter with the name Cypress was rubbish anyway. That being that technology could send any message without the need to wait a millennium for a simple message. But as much as Cy would like to stay in the hot weather she knew her mother. Her unhappy mother. I didn’t care about what she thought. And I never will. I sat up and brushed my hair out of my face feeling like I’ve been holding my breath for all eternity. I picked up one of the many letters. 

Dear Cypress

My birthday is coming up soon. I can’t wait to see what expensive package gets mailed to my door. Gavin needs your room for his instruments, so you need to bring belongings since your old ones here where sent to the basement and where destroyed in the flood. 

With Love, Mother. 

I groaned and threw the letter against my door where I heard a laugh. 

“You should really try out for the girls’ softball team with that left hook.” 

Dad laughed before shortly rolling his eyes with one simple glance at mother’s letter. 

He went to sit on my bed but hesitated after seeing crunch under just the slight bit of wait applied. 

“Are you doing ok Cy?” he said frowning

“Yeah, it’s just mom.” I muttered

“it’s ok kiddo, it’s just for the school year, and we’ll see each other right back at Christmas,” he said

I tried to keep a straight face as I lifted my head to look at dad’s bright face, but I only laughed, that also being the thought of softball since I was more of a geeky booky type of person but nevertheless no smile of dads could keep a stern face; that’s what I liked best about my father. He never seems to frown, and I’ve never hated the wild and wide smile that was slightly creased on the sides and was all dimples. That’s probably while mother liked father so, but I knew that they always hated each other, and I was thrown around in the process and pushed into court at such a young age and I remember when my child’s imagination snapped, and reality came upon me when I left father. But father always told me to always be happy, to never give in to the darkness. I was still smiling at the only small piece of happiness I have. And who cares because the young memories of a child will forever be preserved in my memory forever. 

I never needed much to keep me preoccupied, just give me music and open windows and I would be in my own world for hours. Unlike my bests friends in Newport; Lydia Newton and Porter Callens, I was always quieter and focused on more than just the average 9th grader at Owensburg Highschool. But people change, and the only two people that understand me are just too far away. 

“What’s going on in that head of yours Cy?” Dad said slurring his words to a laugh that was shortly followed by a long smile. 

I sighed. “I’m just going to miss California… you can never get enough of the hot weather here.”

Dad laughed again, ‘

“What about the gang back in Maine; that Newton girl seems nice, what’s her name again?” dad 4srached his head looking to the sky like he lost his strain of thought

“Lydia?” I asked a confused look on my face, I wasn’t sure how dad knew about my friends back in Newport,

“Yea, I think I knew her father for some time.” “John Newton if I’m correct,”

I shrugged.

As much as I wanted for this awkward conversation to end I much rather be here then on a plane traveling to a place across the country, so I simply got up and led myself to my white-framed doorway. I paused and turned toward my dad, so fast my neck cracked. 

“Well. I still have one day left.”

I shot out the door and leaped over the couch, my hair flying behind me. I ran toward the doorway and yanked it open the light blinding, but my eyes didn’t even twitch. All time and colors flew past me as I ran in the last heaven too come. It’s like all memories of the rainy cold winter days in Maine have been pulled from my memory, every scream, every cry, every time I considered my mother’s eyes was all lost. I only cared about the present, the cactus, and the rusty windows of my house. I knew it wasn’t much, but I could stay here forever. In the distance I could hear the cannons and song from the army base nearby. I remember growing up to the camo suits and weaponry like it was normal, my father as a professor and he always had a great story of adventure and action. And I loved it. But I remember the war and sorrow when the families of fallen soldiers would cry, there tears washed away my hope and love for those adventures. but there was so much to worry about that I didn’t need my father’s action stories. I didn’t need to watch the soldiers march to the whistle. I didn’t need the cannons and guns. Because I was too worried about the split of my family to care.

Chapter Two

I hate long car rides in dads Car. 

It’s not a personal thing… but he keeps the Air Conditioning so loud I can’t even hear the slight bit of noise coming from my earbuds. Yeah, I would tell dad about how much I despise his Volvo, but it is my last hours with him and who cares if it is spent in silence while the loud grumbling sound is in the background of it all. I sat in silence. My dad occasionally mumbles or curses at some passing car which only makes me want to laugh. 

We were heading straight for Silicon’s Valley’s new airport witch dad was so excited to see considering, he says Silicon Valley is the ‘Tech’ city of California but I really didn’t care. I just want to be back at home. And not in the Volvo. That’s packed with my luggage. 

I knew I would be riding the long plane by myself. But dad said that it is common for 15-year old to ride alone. 

As we rode the rain began to fall. I liked to think that the sky was crying since I was leaving, I was starting to get use to the sound of the car when it stopped. 

I sat up in confusion. 

“what’s going on with the car— “

But my sentence was stopped with a loud bang and more than enough proof that dads ole’ Volvo was nothing more than old, rusty, car parts. The bad part was… we were stranded on the highway. In not the…nicest, part of town. 

I opened the car door and ran out of the street and on to the dry sands of Nevada. It was hot as hell and the large sweat spots where already pouring down my back. 

“Damn it.” Dad groaned putting his head between his knees. 

“what” I asked, scratching my head. 

“it’s going to take the uber an hour to get here, meaning you’ll be arriving very late in Maine.” 

I sat down on the curb, forcing a smile.

“the plane ride is what? Like four and a half hours, and, that means I can stay in California longer.” 

I pulled out my suitcase as I lay down on the sand closing my eyes. My ear buds where on and I didn’t need anything else for now. 

“Cy!!”

“Cy! Get up!”

“CYPRESS!”

I shot up, my eyes where caked with sand and my throat was dry. 

When I heard it.

At first, I thought it was a firework.

But after removing my ear buds the gun shot sounded the same as the shots from the base. 

“Dad? What’s going on? Why are people shooting?”

He was looking around. Like all words I said didn’t matter. 

I started looking around too. But the dry desert was empty as it was before the shots. And I relaxed. My heart level slowed and my hands where still as they were before. 

The uber pulled up just at the right moment. 

Dad slid my suitcase into the uber and opened the passenger seat. 

We sat in silence. 

The white-haired driver sat in silence. Not even casting us a small glance. His eyes were locked onto the road above. Like it was all he cared about.

“Cy, I didn’t mean to scare you back there. Just confused, but it’s all fine now.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Scare me?” I was more disappointed in him more than I was at the shooter. 

“you’re going to try harder next time we hear a gun shot.”

And with that the silence continued. 

Chapter Three

I arrived in Silicon Valley at 6:00. And my plane ride was set for seven.

Which means I’ll be getting to Maine at 2:00 o’clock in the morning. Since Maine is ahead by three hours. 

Dad smiled and sat down to the seat next to me. 

“Hey. It’s going to be ok,” 

I grumbled. 

“I really don’t care anymore. Mich.” 

He laughed.

“Still upset about the whole ‘Cypress’ thing” 

I rolled my eyes and sat up; grabbing my bag and walking toward the door. 

“See you in December”

And again; on time. The loud overhead speakers announced my flight. I walked with confidence. My head held high. I kept walking; not even turning to see dads face. The lady at the front desk smiled at me and I nodded, my tennis-shoes scuffed across the carpet and I continued my hike through the tunnel. And for the first time. A smile was on my face.

We were an hour into the flight and it felt like minuets. Maybe even seconds. My Phone was dead, so I pulled out a book. 

The plane rippled, and everyone jumped from their seats, the old lady next to me was praying and I scratched my head in confusion. 

“Are you ok…?” I asked her.

She nodded before vomiting on me. 

I awkwardly stood there; covered in an old lady’s puke.

I slipped a jacket from my backpack and walked toward the bathroom, only tripping over myself. I grasped the handle and lurched the door open; bracing myself against the door. When I heard a voice from outside

“EVERYBODY STAY CALM— “ 

the plane lurched forward, I was slammed against the celling of the bathroom. The plane flipped, and I was thrown out of the door. I grabbed a seat with bloody fingers; screaming in pain. 

My fingers where slowly slipping

Breath in…

4 fingers left

Breath out…

3 fingers left

Breath in…

2 fingers left

Breath out…

My eyes where caked with blood and my pinky finger slipped.

I was slammed against a window with such force it broke; my ribs broke with it. I screamed as I was thrown into the sky. A giant chunk of glass was rammed through my stomach and my leg was almost ripped in two. I could see the ground coming near. I could already see the blinding white light. I could feel the death around me.

“This is how I die” I screamed

The ground was only feet away.

I closed my eyes and tried to accept death… like an old friend. Right before I slammed to the ground, the blackness taking me in.

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I opened my eyes, 

“What… happened.” I gasped. My voice was different… it sounded Crystal Clear. Almost…fake 

I lifted my arm to my face and screamed

It wasn’t MY arm. It was pristine. No marks, no scratches, like it was… metal. I lifted my other arm and it was the same. 

“WHATS GOING ON!!!” I screamed 

A doctor ran to me, I punched him in the face.

And cracked his skull.

And it was painless. 

I backed away in fear.

I need a weapon. And with that a tiny drone slid from my palm and fired the wall before me. I blinked and sat up from my strange pod-looking hospital bed I was sitting in. I was as still as a statue, my eyes closed, I decided to sit up, I walked in silence away from the bed. When I saw mom and dad.

“Cy….?”

“her name isn’t Cy anymore” It was the President who spoke, and she was standing almost 10 feet away.

“President Lenora Yates!?” I said, gasping. 

“Yes indeed,” she said. “You are no longer Cypress Lee.”

“then who am I…” I asked

“Lane Prodigy” she said again.

Mom and Dad where frowning

“Everything on Cypress lee in no longer existing. The whole world thinks Cypress Lee died on that plane crash” 

“Who else survived!?” I asked, thinking of the children and the old lady

“No one.” 

I was shocked. I lived. I am ALIVE. I survived. 

And everyone else died.

“How did it crash?” I asked

“the Pilot died of a heart attack while in flight” she answered; her face showing no emotion. Like a stone.

I frowned and sat on the floor. 

“Tell me exactly what happened”

She took a long deep breath and crossed her arms

“There where 33 people on the plane. All where strapped in their seats at the time.”

“I wasn’t, I was up!” I interrupted, remembering the old lady who puked on me

“sorry” I said, letting her continue

“You broke the window and fell from the plane, and the other seatbelts locked, and all the doors where shut, so when the plane sank into a nearby lake, everyone drowned.”

I was in shock. 

Silicon Valley, California Plane Crash OF 2017

34 DEATHS

THAT INCLUDING

LEWIS LARKEN

CECELIA LARKEN

OWEN MORGE

MARISSA PAIGE

I jumped. 

“The words…” I jumped at the sound of my new voice. 

“What’s wrong with me…”

“From now on you are no longer Cypress Lee. You are the first Robotic Human uploaded with the highest weaponry, Cybernetics, Smart network system, and access to any webpage or site across the world. Just a thought of yours can send US Missals across the earth.” She spoke proudly

I was shocked.

“Your body can hold a nuclear bomb. And you can fight in ways you can’t even imagine. As in destroying 100s and 100s of people in a blink of an eye”

I was shell-shocked

I felt like a leader. A weapon. 

“why do I need to all this… stuff”

“you are the answer to all crime across the world. You will fix are earth. Mend is future. Be the superhuman for our world. For our army.”

“Superhuman…?”

She nodded. 

“where am I?” I asked

“The Pentagon”, a small smile carved on her stone-cold face

I turned toward my parents; who were looking at me in shock. Their faces sad and confused. 

I looked to my left where a long mirror was placed. I was taller. Covered -neck to toe- in steel armor. My eyes where goldish with flecks of metal and silver. And my normal black hair was long and red. 

I felt different. Like every step was lighter and felt like flying. 

I pulled up a map of where I was and walked on, the president stepped in front of me

“You might want to head downstairs. There is a prisoner that needs talking too.”

I nodded and followed the map in my head deep underground

I walked in silence. It was strange walking in pure silence. No noise. As I headed down the stairs my feet where noiseless. People walked by me, their eyes staring into my soul,

I wish I could disappear. Be invisible. And with that simple thought, I faded into the walls, I was smiling in the shadows. I am inestimable. I am undefeated. No one can stop me or bring me down.

Then I thought about the man’s bloody dead body that I killed. I remember the cracking of his skull across my knuckles. I remember how I crunched his bones and destroyed his life. Not caring about what it does to his family. Friends. 

And then I thought about my friends in Maine, how I’m dead to them, how sad they must be. I wanted to go and visit them. Explain what happened. But they wouldn’t believe ME, who was I. every look at myself was like looking at another person… someone I’ve never realized. It’s been year’s… and I wonder if they feel the same. My best friends. I feel like I through them away when I awoke to this new life. This challenge, this Battle. 

I was leaning against the staircase, I let the invisibility shield around me fall to the ground and fade in a quick second, like nothing ever appeared there, like my old life. Cy was gone, and I would embark on being Lane Prodigy. And I would be a PRODIGY I would ace any assignment, or any flaw thrown in my path, I would prove myself great to them all.

I rose from the corner and walked me was across the hallway, my head held high and with my shoulders back I opened the door before me; the door was steel and the silver paint around it was chipped, slamming was the obvious guess, there was a series of locks around every section of the door way, as I glanced around to see the thick wall before the door words flew on my eye as I wondered about it

CPHR MODEL: 

CAPABLE OF HOLDING A NUCLEAR BOMB EXPLOSION

God. I thought to myself, 

“it’s not what there trying to keep out but what there trying to keep in…” I spoke to loudly and I was spotted by an old man around the age of 60, he was huffing and squirming with a lab coat that was covered by a long smoky beard. 

“Yes indeed.” He said, fiddling his thumbs across the one of the main locks. 

“Is this the prisoner barricade?” I said turning around.

He didn’t flinch. Not a second. He didn’t gasp at me. Maybe he didn’t know I was not really……human.

“who are you exactly?” he asked. 

I slipped my hands into my large trench coat that covered my armor and took a deep breath.

“Lane Prodigy…” I closed my eyes and opened them to see; for a split second; confusion. Before his face settled onto a normal happy state.

“I beg your pardon, but are you THE Lane Prodigy, as in…cybernetics and all.” 

I nodded and dilated my palm forward, and after a quick thought a screen hovered above my hand. It was being projected by my palm,

“Astonishing! Well Ms. Prodigy if you place your palm on this ID scanner on any door in this building and it will open for you,”

He opened his mouth a crack before shrugging and closing it, the mans wrinkled face began to frown; like he was touched by all sadness, all grief, he forced a smile across his white-bearded face before leaving me to ponder in the darkness. To stare gapingly at the door before me. The ID Scanner before me was glowing a pale blue as I walked toward it. I knew what I had to do. Knew that whoever behind this wall was going to suffer because of me. Cy didn’t have the stomach for death, open wounds, or blood. But I did. Opening this door meant going against everything I did. Like the platform I once stood on has fallen leaving a new one to rise to the sky. To the dangers. To the world. 

And with a flick of my wrist the doors dawned on me, a series of interchanging locks and metal codices of bright colors flashed around me as I stepped through the doors.

I was greeted by a series of more silver doors, a long hallway that seemed never-ending.

I scanned the room for signs of life… nothing.

My feet led me to the first closed door, Cy would scream and run. Cy would never open the door. Cy would be to be scared. 

But I wasn’t afraid. 

I wasn’t even the slightest bit hesitant as I opened the door, letting my gaze wander the dark room. In the corner I heard breathing. The chatter of teeth, the feeling of blank eyes upon me. 

2 things happened at once...The human stood, and I jerked back. 

“Who are you” I spoke forced, mean. 

The figure coughed 

I held my lighted palm toward the center of the room

“Come into the light.” 

I could hear the quiver of lips, the chatter of teeth. 

“You’ll be afraid.” They spoke angry, each syllable sharp and precise. 

“Why don’t you come into the light, you’re also hiding in the darkness.” 

I frowned at that.

I glanced down at my fake arm, my fake legs under me. 

“Then you will be afraid” 

The figure laughed. 

“I guess it seems Mrs. Yates-”

Before they could finish their sentence, a hand pulled me away from the cell, from the person. 

I tensed my fist, turning to face the individual who rudely interrupted.

“What are you doing!? This room is off-limits!? Who are you!?” 

I rolled my eyes, does anyone recognize me… 

I held my wrist to woman who looked…very… angry. 

As the glance at my ID she looked shocked, embarrassed, I half expected her to get on her knees and bow.

“my apologies. Ms. Prodigy…you look...” 

She gulped

“Real” 

Her expression looked like she wished she never said that. But I didn’t care. 

I let a long, sigh heave from my robotic lungs. 

“I wish to go back in that cell please.” I spoke kindly, even letting a smile fall across my Face.

The woman looked uneasy, like I wasn’t supposed to see the person that sits in the locked room only feet away from us. 

Which only made me want to talk to the figure even more. 

She brushed her blond hair from her face and looked toward the door. 

“Remember… the people here are fugitives… they only speak of lies. Do not let them draw you into their spell” 

I nodded and turned away from the woman, doing a quick scan of her in my head. Her ID flashed in my vision, 

I laughed to myself,

“Thank you, Helena Marie Jackson.” 

I could only imagine the shook smile on her face as I again, opened the door. 

The darkness came upon me once more, a veil of night scattered around me. 

“Where are you?” I whispered, letting the door close with a snap, a buzz of locks. 

I turned all angles, looking for the shadowy silhouette of a human body. 

But my eyes were only graced with nothing. 

I sat down against the wall. Not caring that somewhere in the enclosed space, a criminal was waltzing about. Most likely readying an attack to end my not-so-human life. 

“What are you?” 

The voice appeared again, somewhere in the farthest corner of the room. Fading away into oblivion… far, far, away. 

I didn’t respond, only closing my eyes. 

“What are you?” the voice was louder now, cross with confusion. 

I looked to see a pair of silver eyes, eyes so bright they could blind the human eyes. 

Eyes that looked of pain, of death… of loss. 

This time I spoke the stilled words

“What are you?” 

I placed a light in the middle of the room, a silver disk that gave the whole room a stilled glow. 

I stared into the silver eyes of a human. But this boy wasn’t a human, humans didn’t have a ring of ice growing in a pale hand, humans didn’t have eyes that could freeze the human body with a simple glance. This boy could be a hero… or a monster. 

“What’s your name” I asked, unable to tell how he came to have the strange abilities.

“Why should I tell you my name?” snow began to fall from the ceiling around him.

I watched the ice crystals forming into flakes of snow

“Isn’t it proper to know a person’s name when talking to them”

He sighed

“Collin” 

From the back of my brain I have felt like I have heard that name before. Like it was an important name. 

I shrugged

“And yours?” he pondered to himself before turning his gaze back to me. 

I frowned 

“which name would you like to hear?” 

He laughed. And laughed… and laughed. 

Angrily I thought of him being burned at the stake, drowning in the fire of his own ice-cold laughter. 

I felt like he heard my thoughts because he silenced. His eyes locked on my wrist. 

I glanced at my own metal hand, my eyes meeting my ID Lane Prodigy… Cypress Lee.

“Your… real… last name is Lee?” 

I rolled my eyes

“No, the government brainwashed my completely of my past and told me my old name was the first thing they thought of.” 

I expected him to laugh, but instead his eyes remained serious

“Sounds like the Government.” He was now rolling his eyes, like he had something against Mrs. Yates. 

“Whatever” I spat. The government saved my life. The government gave me power that I could ever imagine. Gave me a purpose, a better life. 

“Why are you even in… prison. What? Freeze an ocean or something.? 

He frowned. His hair falling in front of his face.

“I was born an ordinary child. Until I was taken from my parents by the government, they told them I died… I never died. They turned my veins from blood to ice, the government gave me the power to kill. To kill so easily… and I loved it.” 

My eyes were cross with confusion. Why would the government do that to a newborn baby? 

“What happened.” 

He looked to the ground, saddened that his past was finally being released from inside of him. 

“I found out something terrible.” 

“What was that?” 

“I wasn’t the first of my kind to be taken. Hundreds of people were taken for the experiment.” 

This shocked me more the anything that Collin has told me.

“Where are they now?” I already knew the answer to the question, I already knew the words that were to grace my knowledge. 

“They are all dead.” 

I stood up, turning away from Collin. Making my way to the door. 

“Lane…” 

I could hear sadness in Collin’s voice

“I don’t believe you.” I couldn’t believe him, the word of one boy over everything I knew about the government. 

I opened the door, noticing that the cell was way colder than the outside hallway.

“I’m so sorry Lane” 

And I slammed the door in his face. 

Chapter Four 

I was restless. 

I always thought that my body didn’t need sleep, that it didn’t need anything. That I could simply live the rest of my life only a protector of mankind, a powerful leader, a hero. 

But it seems that only thing human in my is my mind. My thoughts, all connected to the motherboard of this body. 

I groaned, hopping off the bed, letting my feet silently tap unto the floor, I decided to get up, to explore the depths of the Pentagon. To wander and undiscover the true mysteries of the government… the secrets.

That made me think back to what Collin said, how he spoke of his dark past, where each day passes tainted with a new secret do discover. I told myself to believe in the tales he spoke of, I told him I didn’t believe… but deep down, how can I go against the words he speaks of when it sounds so believable… when it lets every piece of information add up. 

I needed more answers. 

I replaced Pajamas with Metal Armor, keeping track of every special weapon, I had to use, apparently, I wasn’t connected to the system yet so online surfing of old government papers, control of the military building, and control of US Missals… was all out of reach. For now. 

My fingers slid across the smooth, golden doorknob. I turned the knob. Slowly creeping out from behind the door. Immediately I let my body fade into the dark, forcing close a laugh when I imagined myself quietly running through the US Pentagon, I flew by countless hallways, following only a map in my head, I wasn’t sure where I was heading. Until I was greeted by a large sign on the wall.

GOVERNMENT INFORMATION WING

I smiled. 

As I was about to enter through the closed doors I noticed coming voices, 

I jumped back, peeked through the window to see 4 guards waltzing their way out from the information desk, grasping onto to fragments of conversations I could hear. 

When the golden words were spoken. 

“The Projects section to the right is clear” 

I smiled broadly. 

As the guard’s backs were turned I leaped around them, speeding my way to the right, telling myself not to look behind me until I was in the section. 

Bundles of hand-written files flew past me, my eyes searching for anything on Collin, or other people tested. 

I silently made my way to the farthest and most secure area of The Projects.

When I saw it.

No one would notice it. 

But I did. 

Hidden, behind groupings of files was a pale blue snowflake, no words, no flashy color. A simple design. 

I sped my way to it. 

Franticly reaching for the file, I let it glide through my metal fingers, I opened it. 

And as Collin stated… there were about 500 people documented, the photos all stating that the person was dead… babies, teenagers, kids, adults, the thought that the government killed all these innocent people brought tears to my eyes. 

I began to search through the C’s noticing that to my delight, it was all placed by first names.

Corbin, isn’t that a last name?

Colette, unless Collin is a girl… 

Conner, to ordinary for someone with ‘Ice Powers’ 

Collin,

I flipped to his name, smiling to myself as I scanned his information

PROJECT SNOWFLAKE 

LAST TESTED

TEST SUCCEEDED 

Collin Kendrin Lee

Date Taken: Birth

Death Story: Taken from parents directly after birth, told infant was dead using other dead infant body. Death of boy caused Divorce in parents stopping all further investigations into baby’s death. 

Status: Imprisonment for discovery of multiple humanoid testing and flee. 

Biological Parents:

Mich Lee

Reya Harrenville

I fell to the ground, my legs collapsed under me, a yelp escaped from my mouth.

Collin is my Older Brother

I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t believe anything… so I did what any normal person would do. 

I grabbed his file and ran.

I ran past countless hallways and doorways.

Wiping fake tears from my eyes I skidded down the prison barricade.

Swiping my wrist against the ID as fast as I could.

ACCESS DENIED

I screamed. 

Anger clouded my vision 

ACCESS DENIED

I balled my fists together… and I screamed. I rammed my fist into the door, a dent was created.

I ripped through the layers of metal like paper, my expression filled with hatred… such hatred.

The door fells to the ground. 

And behind it…

4 Generals

3 Doctors

7 Soldiers

And I only smiled. 

I triggered the invisibility, my body fading into the shadows. 

I watched frantic faces of men and woman as they looked around them. 

I flew past them, my fist driving through skulls, my foot ripping through ribcages, blood stained the floor and ceiling above me, I slid past bodies, my shaking hands fumbling as I opened the door to my brother’s cell. 

I was greeted to Collin not sitting in the corner, but at the door… feet away from me. 

“Lane-”

I ran toward him, shoving the file in his face. 

At first, he read it… almost angry. 

“Why would you show me this…” he looked angry, the room around us began to quiver, ice spreading all around us.

I was choking on my own tears. 

I was trying to find the words.

Trying to tell him.

“Collin… I am your si-”

Someone screamed. Blood covered my eyes. 

I turned to see a solider, his gun raised, his eyes locked on us.

I used the gun at the base of my hand to finish the man. 

Someone whimpered behind me. 

I turned to face Collin, but he was gone. Out of sight.

“COLLIN!!” Fear rose from my spine, where was he?

A soft whisper escaped from below me.

I looked down.

I screamed.

I was screaming.

Fat tears fell from my face.

I fell to my knees, grabbing my brothers face between my hands, 

“Please wake up Collin…COLLIN!!” 

I ignored his blue, cold blood that stained my armor. I held his dying body in my dead, metal arms. 

I cried, looking inti his white eyes, I cried. I screamed. 

He didn’t deserve this. 

“YOU KILLED HIM” I screamed. 

I stood up, my brothers body in my arms.

My eyes filled with hatred.

I was deprived of my soul. Deprived of a heart. Deprived of all happiness.

I reached a blood-stained hand into the back of my head interface.

I thought the last words that passed through me head.

I looked into Collin’s white eyes as I let the last bit of human inside me leave my body.

Disable Human Thoughts

Disabled 

Disable Kindness, disable all good

Disabled

Erase all knowledge of good

Erased

Turn me into a monster

Status: Destroy