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I didn’t see it coming. We both didn’t. One minute we were standing by the park’s fountain, and the next we were torn apart and thrown around roughly towards a truck. I couldn’t see much that was going on because they shot me with a tranquilizer dart, but I knew it wasn’t good. When I woke up, I was inside this tank. It was filling up with some kind of red liquid. I had no idea what it was or what it was going to do. I was still drowsy but I could make out who the doctor was through all of the people. He walked up to the glass and explained that I was a ‘special’ and ‘unique’ creature with weapons that he would be able to use for a greater purpose. But from all of the separated limbs, individual eyes in jars, and tools that would be used for dissection…I could tell, it wasn’t for a greater purpose. He told me in about 24 hours, he was going to get to work and that I wouldn’t be able to feel any pain afterwards. From what he told me, he seemed like he was planning to use me for some kind of weapon. I felt my heart beat hard against my chest and my head throb. I looked up at him and asked him about Surge and he told me that he too would be used for a greater purpose. He never went into detail and that frightened me a little. I wasn’t scared of death or something worse, but what scared me was the thought of Surge. I waited for the doctor and his employees to leave. He turned off the lights and everything began to glow, even the lines on the wall. My tank was the only abnormal color—red.
I watched him as he walked out of the door and it closed behind him. I felt my heartbeat hit my chest several painful times and it was getting harder to breath the closer the liquid rose to my head. Somehow, I believe my weapons get activated through either pain or fear…I was experiencing both. By the time the liquid covered my head; my weapons ripped out of my arms and uncontrollably sliced the glass tank. After it had cut enough of it that it would collapse, I gushed out gasping for air as blood from my arms mingled with the liquid on the floor. I rose to my feet but only to find myself back on the floor. I was confused… I felt pain shoot through my side and a massive headache occurred. When I looked down, I saw tubes connected to my hip and a needle through the flesh on the side of my head. My fall had pulled them all tight and it was killing me with pain. I grabbed a handful of them and yanked them out quickly, resulting in a tremendous amount of blood to flow out. I gathered myself and stood with all the strength I could muster. After I was on my feet, I staggered over to the door. My fingers weakly rolled over the numbers to try to find the right combination. Somehow, I found it and the doors opened up. Making my way down the dark hallway, I made out a door with bold letters saying Experiment 2. I typed out the same combination that was on mine except for two buttons, to indicate that he was a later captive. When the doors opened, I saw him standing in the same kind of liquid that I was in. Instead panicking when I saw the liquid rising, I saw he was infuriated. He was building up so much electricity that the tank began to glow a bright yellow. When he released it out of his body, the streaks bounced back and forth inside the glass tank and it lit up the whole room. The burst was short and bright and afterwards, tired Surge. He leaned his forehead against the tank and watched the liquid slowly rise above his knees. I walked over to him as fast as I could and laid my hand on the glass where his forehead was. He looked up because he had seen my shadow across his face. I told him that I was going to help him get out and that we would be out of here in no time. He looked at my wounds and I looked at his tired, bruised body in a worried way. Surge was always the kind of guy to pull a joke out of any kind of situation…but he didn’t this time and it worried me.
My weapons were still activated so I walked over to the control panel and examined all of the wires. To my luck, I recognized each wire and what they’re functions were. Surge watched me as I cut the wires that stopped the liquids flow and opened the tank. When the tank’s doors opened, the liquid gushed out just as mine did and he walked out calmly adjusting his gloves with one of his signature smiles, though you’d never show. He told me. He tried to look at my cuts, but I wouldn’t let him. I told him that we don’t have much time to escape and we needed to go now. We leaned on each other to help until felt my weapons retract back into my arms and I regained some strength. The only thing that lit up out path was the lines on the wall and floor glowing. After about 2 hours of searching for an exit, we found that our presence was detected by an alarm system. Surge looked at me with a frown and at the same time a worried look. “We need to get outta’ here!” He told me. I nodded my head in agreement. By this time, we both had regained all of our strength and my body had stopped bleeding. As we ran, we noticed six boxes up ahead. There were three on each box bolted together. I began to feel both fear and anger and my body sensed these mixed emotions. At a split second, my weapons ripped from my right arm and in the process tore one of the boxes in half. We both knew we were trapped…we were surrounded. Surge made an insane laugh and fired up his electricity. It was so powerful that I could feel its heat from his body from where I was. “If we’re goin’ down, we ain’t goin’ down without a fight!” Surge yelled out to me. The closer the employees got, the more my heart beat and the more the weapon on my arm spun violently. We could see their figures now…the black silhouettes holding guns and other things, but we were ready…we weren’t going down without a fight.

I’m not at all any good with stories. I’ve never written a real story. I hope this sounds alright

Song heard while doing this:
We are One-12 Stones
We walk alone in the unknown,
we live to win another victory.
We are the young, dying suns
We live to change the face of history.
So be afraid, it’s the price we pay,
The only easy day was yesterday.
So hear our voice, we have a choice, it’s time to face it!
We are one, we are one, we are one, we will stand together,
number one, number one, the chosen ones.
We are one, we are one, and we will fight forever,
We are one and we won’t die young.
[link]

Surge, Mikiya, and art © me
My editor-~Shadowhedge1001

Description
I didn’t see it coming. We both didn’t. One minute we were standing by the park’s fountain, and the next we were torn apart and thrown around roughly towards a truck. I couldn’t see much that was going on because they shot me with a tranquilizer dart, but I knew it wasn’t good. When I woke up, I was inside this tank. It was filling up with some kind of red liquid. I had no idea what it was or what it was going to do. I was still drowsy but I could make out who the doctor was through all of the people. He walked up to the glass and explained that I was a ‘special’ and ‘unique’ creature with weapons that he would be able to use for a greater purpose. But from all of the separated limbs, individual eyes in jars, and tools that would be used for dissection…I could tell, it wasn’t for a greater purpose. He told me in about 24 hours, he was going to get to work and that I wouldn’t be able to feel any pain afterwards. From what he told me, he seemed like he was planning to use me for some kind of weapon. I felt my heart beat hard against my chest and my head throb. I looked up at him and asked him about Surge and he told me that he too would be used for a greater purpose. He never went into detail and that frightened me a little. I wasn’t scared of death or something worse, but what scared me was the thought of Surge. I waited for the doctor and his employees to leave. He turned off the lights and everything began to glow, even the lines on the wall. My tank was the only abnormal color—red.
I watched him as he walked out of the door and it closed behind him. I felt my heartbeat hit my chest several painful times and it was getting harder to breath the closer the liquid rose to my head. Somehow, I believe my weapons get activated through either pain or fear…I was experiencing both. By the time the liquid covered my head; my weapons ripped out of my arms and uncontrollably sliced the glass tank. After it had cut enough of it that it would collapse, I gushed out gasping for air as blood from my arms mingled with the liquid on the floor. I rose to my feet but only to find myself back on the floor. I was confused… I felt pain shoot through my side and a massive headache occurred. When I looked down, I saw tubes connected to my hip and a needle through the flesh on the side of my head. My fall had pulled them all tight and it was killing me with pain. I grabbed a handful of them and yanked them out quickly, resulting in a tremendous amount of blood to flow out. I gathered myself and stood with all the strength I could muster. After I was on my feet, I staggered over to the door. My fingers weakly rolled over the numbers to try to find the right combination. Somehow, I found it and the doors opened up. Making my way down the dark hallway, I made out a door with bold letters saying Experiment 2. I typed out the same combination that was on mine except for two buttons, to indicate that he was a later captive. When the doors opened, I saw him standing in the same kind of liquid that I was in. Instead panicking when I saw the liquid rising, I saw he was infuriated. He was building up so much electricity that the tank began to glow a bright yellow. When he released it out of his body, the streaks bounced back and forth inside the glass tank and it lit up the whole room. The burst was short and bright and afterwards, tired Surge. He leaned his forehead against the tank and watched the liquid slowly rise above his knees. I walked over to him as fast as I could and laid my hand on the glass where his forehead was. He looked up because he had seen my shadow across his face. I told him that I was going to help him get out and that we would be out of here in no time. He looked at my wounds and I looked at his tired, bruised body in a worried way. Surge was always the kind of guy to pull a joke out of any kind of situation…but he didn’t this time and it worried me.
My weapons were still activated so I walked over to the control panel and examined all of the wires. To my luck, I recognized each wire and what they’re functions were. Surge watched me as I cut the wires that stopped the liquids flow and opened the tank. When the tank’s doors opened, the liquid gushed out just as mine did and he walked out calmly adjusting his gloves with one of his signature smiles, though you’d never show. He told me. He tried to look at my cuts, but I wouldn’t let him. I told him that we don’t have much time to escape and we needed to go now. We leaned on each other to help until felt my weapons retract back into my arms and I regained some strength. The only thing that lit up out path was the lines on the wall and floor glowing. After about 2 hours of searching for an exit, we found that our presence was detected by an alarm system. Surge looked at me with a frown and at the same time a worried look. “We need to get outta’ here!” He told me. I nodded my head in agreement. By this time, we both had regained all of our strength and my body had stopped bleeding. As we ran, we noticed six boxes up ahead. There were three on each box bolted together. I began to feel both fear and anger and my body sensed these mixed emotions. At a split second, my weapons ripped from my right arm and in the process tore one of the boxes in half. We both knew we were trapped…we were surrounded. Surge made an insane laugh and fired up his electricity. It was so powerful that I could feel its heat from his body from where I was. “If we’re goin’ down, we ain’t goin’ down without a fight!” Surge yelled out to me. The closer the employees got, the more my heart beat and the more the weapon on my arm spun violently. We could see their figures now…the black silhouettes holding guns and other things, but we were ready…we weren’t going down without a fight.

I’m not at all any good with stories. I’ve never written a real story. I hope this sounds alright

Song heard while doing this:
We are One-12 Stones
We walk alone in the unknown,
we live to win another victory.
We are the young, dying suns
We live to change the face of history.
So be afraid, it’s the price we pay,
The only easy day was yesterday.
So hear our voice, we have a choice, it’s time to face it!
We are one, we are one, we are one, we will stand together,
number one, number one, the chosen ones.
We are one, we are one, and we will fight forever,
We are one and we won’t die young.
[link]

Surge, Mikiya, and art © me
My editor-~Shadowhedge1001