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Hi, my name is Alixxis
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 4.88 with 8 vote(s)
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| Created: 2008-12-12 22:54:27 |
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“Wake up now. It's over. Just tell me it's okay to die.”
To Whomever It May Concern,
I am alone. Every sense in my body tells me so, but I know otherwise. They have come. They are finally here, lurking just beyond view. Waiting. I can smell them on the wind, the bitter scent of decay mingled with the fires of hell. What are they waiting for? I wish I knew. But they are here, they are waiting, and there is nothing I can do. There are far too many. I have reason to believe there's enough to fill the ranks of the army, maybe even more. They've been regenerating, taking things into their own hands. This is where I went wrong. I didn't destroy them when I had the chance. And now it's far too late.
I suppose I ought to start at the beginning...
xxx
“Is she alive?”
“Did she survive the modifications?”
“Shh! She's waking!”
The lab was cast into silence as the three men circled the tank, their eyes resting on the creature within. She appeared human, every inch of her lightly tanned body looked human enough. Long curls of midnight danced away from her scalp, mingling with the wires attatched to the base of her neck and temples. Others, floating in the chilled liquid, had been attatched just above her breast, resting against her heart. One snaked from her stomach, whilst a third had been attatched to a needle which had been embedded in her wrist, another in her thigh. As they watched, her eyes snapped open, empty orbs of pale ice stared appearingly sightlessly out of the thick glass.
“Did it work? Can she think on her own?”
“Let's see.” The largest of the three men stepped closer to the tank, peering at the petite creature within. It looked human enough, but he knew otherwise. He, after all, and the two others, had created her. Just as they had created the Others. She was perfection, whilst the Others... were everything but. They had been work, weapons to be handed to the army after they were completed and without fault, she was simply fun. “Alixxis.”
She blinked. Her attention was focused now solely on the man who had spoken her name. The smile that darted across his lips was proof enough that, at least, it had been a complete success. She had a name of her own, a name that she responded to. He looked at the two men behind him, nodding, and watched as they went about draining the tank. She was still, her eyes resting solely on him as he stood back, staring back at her, unable to keep his eyes from dancing over her naked body. She might not be human, he was forced to admit, but she was beautiful.
“Glen, the tanks empty. Are you ready to let her out?” The smallest of the men, a man who looked as much like a little grey mouse as anyone could, stared up at the creature in the tank, his skittish appearance admitting to the fear he held at bay. His fingers crawled toward the handgun he carried within the pocket of his lab coat, hanging heavy, just in case.
“Let her out.” Glen agreed, still staring into the emotionlessly pale orbs. A side of the glass tank slid upward, the few drops of water that hadn't been drained rolled free, falling to land on the tiled floor of the room. Glen smiled slightly as the creature appeared in sharper focus, without the bullet-proof sheets of glass between them. She remain blank, her face perfectly expressionless, just as her eyes were. “Alixxis, come.”
She stepped forward, stepping out of the tank and onto the tiled floor. She approached him, stopping within an arms length of the scientist. He nodded, not even turning as the other two moved to retrieve towels to dry the creature. Glen stepped forward, closing the distance between himself and his creation, and beamed at the sight of goosebumps prickling along her olive-toned skin. He smiled. She was a foot shorter than his 6'3, but he knew she could kill him before he had a chance to step back and retrieve his own handgun from the desk in the corner of the room.
“What is your name?”
“Alixxis.” Her voice was soft, but flat. There was a faint trace of musical softness about it, sweet as a bird's song, but she spoke without emotion. Neither joyous nor depressed, she was nothing more than a being created for the sole purpose of serving man and it's country. “My name is Alixxis. And you are Doctor Glen Debronski. Identification number oh-six-seven-six-oh-three-two-oh. Doctor Andrew Tanner. Identification number seven-six-oh-three-oh-two-one-oh. Doctor Isaac Altarni. Identification number three-seven-oh-nine-seven-three-oh-oh.”
“Very good! Very good!” Glen beamed at her, watching as Isaac moved forward, dabbing at the creation with the towels. As soon as she were dry, Glen turned, smiling brightly at Andrew, the mouse-like man, who stood well back, holding the clothes he had carried in. A pair of black jeans and a white tank top hid the underwear he was far too modest to reveal. “Give them to Isaac. If you can't touch a naked woman, I'm sure he won't mind.”
“She's not a woman, Glen. She's a beast. A monster. She's a killing machine, and you know it.” Andrew countered, but he shuffled forward, faithfully following his boss' commands. He handed the clothes to Isaac, who sneered down on him, and shuffled back. His eyes turned to Alixxis, shocked to find the pale orbs had swivelled from Glen, who had woken her and who she should have still be watching, to him. His stomach in knots, his fingers closed around the grip of his gun. “How do you know we got it right this time, Glen?”
“She hasn't attempted to kill anyone yet.” Glen replied, smiling as, at long last, she was dressed. The long, form-fitting jeans hugged her slender legs close, a pair of sneakers had been eased onto her feet. The tank-top, showing a band of skin from just above her belly-button to where her hips and jeans began, hugged her upper half close. “And even if she did, you'd be able to stop her, just like you stopped the last one. Wouldn't you?”
“Of course.” The joy having gone from the moment, complete seriousness washed over the three scientists as they stared at her. At Alixxis. Would she be yet another failure, to add to the pile of decomposing creatures? Perhaps they should have worked with creating a robot instead. Genetics was merely messy – and unstable. “Shall we begin?”
xxx
Andrew was right to be worried. Before me, there was another. She wasn't like I. They had made her differently, changing far too much of the wrong things, and far too little of the right. She was unstable, untrustworthy, and she had turned on them. Andrew had almost been killed in her first wave of fury. It kept him awake even after he realised I wouldn't turn on him. I would very much like to wish that I was as perfect as Glen thought, but I wasn't. Eventually, when Andrew grew to trust me, it was he who realised. He who helped me through the moments when I lost all control.
It it weren't for Andrew, I'd be another of the decomposing. I'd be like the first. Like Sarah.
xxx
“Alixxis?”
Her head lifted. The olive-tone she had started with, that had stayed radient during her time in the tank, had given way and her skin was as pale as paper. The curls had died, giving instead a long, silken sheet of midnight that crashed across her back to reach her hips. The only thing that hadn't changed, Andrew noted, were her eyes. And the way Glen stared at her as she went about her day-to-day activities. It was no longer as if she were a model of his dead daughter, but something he wanted beside him at all times. Andrew shivered nervously as he sat beside her.
“The rose you brought me. It's wilted.” She wiped at her face, obviously furious that she had been caught crying over a wilted rose. Andrew smiled down on her, a hand resting on her shoulder as he sat on the bed beside her, staring at the blackened shell of the once-crimson rose. She stiffened beside him, looking up, her face paling. “Don't tell Glen. Please... he'd be so mad.”
“I won't. Trust me.” Andrew smiled at her, kissing the tip of her nose like a father might. She shifted, until her head rested against his shoulder. He shouldn't, he knew, but he couldn't help it. It had been only a month since she had left the tank, but each day she seemed a little more human. The flat tone was gone and she was often gripped by fits of rage. She reminded him of a teenager. Often happy, but likely to swing from one mood to the other in seconds. “I wish thinking, maybe we'll leave. You shouldn't be boxed up. We can go far away, somewhere hot, and we'll eat icecream all the time, and you can go to a proper school. Just like you wanted.”
“Really?” Her eyes seemed to light up, the icy orbs losing their bitter trace and becoming plain beautiful. Andrew nodded, enjoying the effect he could have on the child-like creature. She sat up, reaching across to the table, where the rose petals had fallen in a shower of ruin. “Can we go out for tea tonight? And see a movie? I heard Isaac talking about that new horror movie. It sounds amazing.”
“I'll talk to Glen about it. I know he and his wife were going out tonight, so I don't see why he won't let me take you somewhere.” Andrew rose, looking at the girl, dressed in white shorts and a white halter top, with her white tennis shoes. He shook his head. She no longer seemed like an experiment. Not to him, anyhow. And he knew how Glen felt, holding on, begging for more time before the army took her. She was ready, Andrew knew, but Glen didn't want her to be – so they said she wasn't.
“Thanks, Daddy.”
xxx
Try as he might, Glen didn't let us go out that night. Andrew and I were forced to stay in and watch a movie, and eat the frozen icecreams that Isaac brought so long ago. They were a little forst bitten, but not so bad overall. I ate them, like I always did. If Glen realised that I considered Andrew like a father, like the kind of father I'd read about in the books Andrew gave me, then he never said anything. We did escape, but it wasn't for long. We were allowed to go to the movies every Sunday, and stop for icecream on the way back, but if we were longer than we said, the next Sunday we would be restricted to the lab. And the lab was somewhere I hated.
They built the lab at the bottom of the ocean. A reasonably small building, but like a maze all the same. We would travel to the surface in a minature version of a submarine, and Andrew often let me drive. Not because I was good at it, or because it was part of my training, but because I wanted to. He let me drive the car once or twice, but we were pulled over by a policeman who told him off for letting me behind the wheel. Had we taken longer that day, maybe Andrew and I would still be alive. But when we got back, everything was wrong...
Dead wrong.
xxx
“Alix, stop chasing the dolphins. We'll be late, and then what will Glen say?” Andrew, although smiling, looked at the creature beside him and couldn't help but laugh. Her face set in pure determination, littered with joy, she eased the submarine back toward base, following the same route they took everytime. No one was waiting for them when they arrived, and as Alixxis moved into the hallway just beyond the dock, her body stiffened. Andrew, frowning at the silence, looked at her. “What is it?”
“Something's wrong. Go back.” Alixxis turned, her face twisting with worry. Andrew began to turn, his face matching hers considerably, when the shrill shriek sounded from behind her. Alixxis was hit from behind, tossed aside by the beast as it went for Andrew. The ground rose to meet her, and she threw her hands out, catching herself moments before she hit and standing quickly. “Dad!”
Andrew froze, turning slightly. His eyes fell on Alixxis, who was on her feet, her knees skun from connecting with the metal floor. He froze and the large creature knocked him down. It was as big as a bear, its body mutated beyond recignition. Large talons poked out from scale-riddled paws, crooked rows of teeth jutted from large jaws, beady black eyes stared ahead. Alixxis shouted again, racing toward the beast. A shrill wail sounded as it turned, snapping its jaws at her. Alixxis froze, not with fear, but with understanding. The beast moved from when it had pinned Andrew, turning toward the door. Alixxis, hurrying to the fallen man, helped him to his feet.
“They've changed.” She breathed, helping him toward the submarine. When he was in, she smiled tearfully, waving as she turned back toward the way they had came. “Go, I'll be okay. Get help, will you? I'll find Glen and Isaac. Bye, Dad. See you soon.”
xxx
I did get out. Barely. They had taken over. Beasts like the one that had sent me its warning, and others. No two were really the same. Some were like birds, others like the scaled bear, some were more likes dogs, and there were those that were like apes. It was the apes that were the worst. They had been given intelligence beyond their genes, though they were deformed and badly shaped. Glen was dead when I found him, Isaac barely alive. Some of the aquatic beasts had made it into the water and they attacked the submarine before Andrew made it. It wasn't the humans they were looking for, anyhow. It was me.
I had been born to destroy them, and it was me they needed to get rid of. But they couldn't destroy me. As hard as they tried once I'd been captured, nothing seemed to kill me. Glen was right, in some aspects. I was the perfect creation. I couldn't die. So, instead, they put me to sleep. And sleep I did.
For an entire year. |
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