The Unaccepted
The year is 2109. BiotechZ runs most of the world, and they are experimenting on humans, This is a group about the Unaccepted people in life. These people have special abilities that no one can understand, ranging from wings to elements to Lazers. Forming a group, they work together to destroy the horrible BiotechZ that is out to kill them.
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“Oh, sure.” I responded. Welp, that saves him the trouble of deciding whether or not to walk up to them. Wait shit what if they’re dangerous? But he didn’t want to be rude in case they weren’t. Maybe he could just try to be nice and if theyre dangerous hope that they decide to to hurt him? He DOES have that chameleon power thingy anyways, in case he needs to make a run for it. He was probably safe. “So, what’s up?”
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Lucy giggles “oh you know, surviving!” She says sweetly with a glance to Emmaline. She then continues in a bubbly childish sort of way “I’m Lucy by the way, and this is my new friend Emmaline we have weapons but we left ‘Em over there in case we hurt each other if we need them though I can run and get them I see weapons super duper easy, I don’t see normal things though, Im super glad you have a fire, how hot is fire supposed to be anyways? Oh!! I’m rude what’s your name?” She’s practically jumping as she speaks her fingers reaching close to the flames for warmth
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“It’s not exactly a proper name, but you can call me I.” Said I, adding a few more branches into the fire. “Also, fire is supposed to be about…. Hm. Probably hot enough to be a weapon. You’d have to replace it every time you set it down though.”
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Lucy nods drinking in the words, her plae fingers illuminating in the slightly colored flame. Excitedly she looks to her hands. Usually they were invisable unless covered in blood, seeing her pale skin tone in the light of the fire was so beautiful it reminded her of….
“Lucillia Rosy Evans, subject 97AC ready for testing” Â the small blonde child scampered into the room crying and begging for the people to leave her alone, she gets restrained by a tall man rather quickly and is sedated….her mouth is firmly sewn shut in a sloppy mess by the man and then when she wakes up….she cannot speak….
Lucy snaps back to the present moving her hand out of the light, and to her mouth. The white scars were like little bumps and lines reminding her of the days she was mute. “Fire is so pretty.” Lucy decides looking to the semi colored flame longingly.
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I saw lucy freaking out a little bit, and was kinda worried. “Uh, yeah. I guess it kinda is pretty cool looking” he said, realizing the irony/contradiction/whatever in what he just said. “So uh, Emmaline, how about you?”
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“Hmm?” She looks up from the fire. “Well, I have something to ask you guys. Um… Were you test subjects at BioTechZ?” She fumbles over her word, her voice barely bigger than a whisper.
“Oh my god… Finally.” She looks back at the lab, running quickly and ignoring the blood running down her arms. “It’s over… Finally.”
She rubs a hand over her arms subconsciously, seeing the little white scars.
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Lucy holds her invisible hand to her eyes and nods solemnly.
“They took my eyesight, not completely but I literally can only see evil, but…I believe in good so it’s oka. I make up for it!” her tone quickly attempting to be the optimist.
“They also tried to isolate my hope entirely by sewing my mouth shut, but I cut through the stitches.” she smiles as if proving she can.
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“Then I supposed you can stare down those scientists no problem.” She sighs, slightly shrugging off her jacket. “I have… Bird extremities.” Emmaline pokes the tips of her feathery wings out, hissing in pain at moving them after days of being in the same position.
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“Then i guess we all have something in common” I said, demonstrating his powers by changing the color of his skin to look like green camo. He didn’t say anything more, hoping to get the point across that he’d rather not talk about what they did to him at BiotechZ.
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“I suppose we do.” She sits down in the snow, fully extending her feathery wings and squeaking as the tip nearly catches fire. Scooting a bit farther from the flame, she sighs. “This world has gone to total chaos. Because of those scientists.” Tears spring to her eyes as she remembers the months of torture, going silent.
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Lucy can’t help but think of it now. It’s a burning horror as they tied her down, and began injecting into her eyes, into her brain…so many needles….the last thing she saw were their faces before the color scheme changed….and all she could see were their faces. It was a nightmare inducing time where she kept her eyes closed and didn’t realize what she was doing….The other people were completely invisable to her, but she managed to cause trouble anyways. She got up at night, and snuck away somehow, found other paitents, and freed them without knowing how she’d done it. She remembers looking at the shadowy figures wondering if they were monsters too but somehow having the courage to whisper ‘it’s okay you can go now, run!’ She snaps out of it realize think streams of blood were making their way down her face. Her breathing gone to short and gasps.
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“Are you bleeding?” Emmaline stands up quickly, wreaking her wings around herself in the cold and quickly making her way over to Lucy. “Are you… Crying blood?”
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Lucy looks up to the winged figure and nods sadly, wiping the blood on her arm, which already was slightly tinted red from doing so earlier. She sniffles a bit and tries to speak “S-Sorry I do that…Um well I live in a world of shadows. Everybody’s like a shadow in the darkness, and the baddest people are the clearest, I can see details and faces on them, that’s why I knowed you were good…” her grammar begins to fall a bit, and maybe her physical age could seem a bit misleading….Because somehow those scientists took the sight of the innocent, but not the heart…An optimist who sees evil….And then seemingly without warning she hugs the figure that she has come to know as Emmaline, and as a bit of blood hits her, those areas begin to blur with color, similar to how Lucy sees her arms…”Y-You’re super pretty” she says into the half shadow half blurred figure trying to stop her sobs.
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“Thank you. No one’s ever said that to me.” She hugs back without hesitation, holding Lucy to her. “Here. Let me help.” She wipes away some of the blood from Lucy’s face, wrapping her wings around the two of them. “Lucy, how old are you?” She asks gently, trying not to make her sad.
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I, bearing witness to this whole emotional event, decided to lie down next to the fire. He instantly regretted the idea, but was to tired to get up. Still, he somehow couldn’t help but remember what hey did to him at biotech. Needles, radiation waves, surgeries, pills, and occasionally shock therapy. Forcing him to do all those tests and exercises. He was in constant pain. In fact, if he ever got to know what it was, he’d be pretty sure he had skin cancer. He wasn’t sure why they got rid of him. Maybe it was because he couldn’t change his skin as fast as they wanted him to, or maybe the images weren’t clear enough, whatever it was, it didn’t matter anymore. Damn, his skin still really hurts.