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Its story time everyone!

Wrote it myself. If enough people like it I’ll keep writing.

Chapter 1
The Awakening

It was seven o’clock on a cold October evening, the air was crisp as where the leaves. They had just started to change from vibrant green, to the sickly reds and yellows that Adam had always associated with death. Adam Enderson was enjoying his day, playing in the yard with the puppy he had gotten for his birthday. Adam had decided to name it Dodger; it was a rottweiler that had taken a liking to shoes. Adam had turned thirteen that day and it was a day that he would never forget.
Adam was an average boy. He had a tan complexion, black hair, and unusually green eyes. Adam was prone to fits…something his parents had become accustom to since his birth.
His parents were both biologists and were constantly working. His mothers name was Janet and his father’s was Peter, they had met in college and married soon after. They were two of the most respected scientists in the world thanks to their research on the human genome. Their discoveries also made them quite well known among the “laypeople”. They had taken the day off (a rare occurrence) to be with their son on his birthday.
The sun was starting to set and the cold was slowly but surely creeping in, while Adam and his father were getting ready to go inside. Adams mother had already gone in to look over a few papers on their project. Before they went inside two black vans pulled up the driveway, six men got out of each. All of them were dressed in a black suit and tie with a logo on the left chest pocket, all except one. He was wearing a tan trench coat with a white button up and red tie, he had tinted sunglasses on and was very tall. Buddy was the first to great these new guests, he trotted happily up to the man in the red tie and began to smell him and bark playfully. The man in the red tie looked down at the small puppy and raised his foot slowly, then brought it down on the pups head, not hard, not immediately any way he instead put his weight on the young dogs head slowly, seaming to take pleasure in the way it tried to squirm out, the way it screamed, only to have its head crushed.
“STOP! I already gave your people what they wanted! Call them and you’ll find out I’m telling the tru…”
BANG The bullet tore through Peter’s abdomen, ripping and shredding indiscriminately, eventually exiting, leaving a hole from which his entrails could escape.
“This isn’t real!” Peter thought “I’m just dreaming.” He reasoned. But it was no dream and no amount of reasoning could change that. Peter, the only father Adam ever knew fell to the ground, and died.
Adam stood in shock, not understanding what he had just witnessed. His mother came out of the house hurriedly only to see her dead husband lying before her.
“PETER! OhmyGod, ohmyGod!”
“Get rid of her.” Said the man with the red tie. A bullet tore through her sternum before she could say another word, unleashing a tidal flow of crimson that soaked the front of her blouse.
“Mom! Stop! Stop! Stop!” Adams pleas were met with a bullet in the leg, the pain was immediate and excruciating. Adam fell to the ground clutching his leg in agony. The man in the red tie slowly walked to Adams side and pointed his gun at Adams groin, and grinned. He pulled the trigger.
The bullet hit the ground, Adam had moved out of the way before the man in the red tie had squeezed off his shot. Adams pain was gone; in its place was power. His eyes had dilated to the point were they looked like two pieces of obsidian; he could pick up every movement and sound. He reacted instinctually; he didn’t look like a boy, but a rabid animal that wanted nothing more than to mutilate.
Adam screamed, it wasn’t the sound of a boy, but the howl of a demon. His teeth bared, his fists clenched. He crouched, never taking his eyes of the man in the red tie; he was off like a shot, kicking up a considerable amount of dirt and grass from the amount of force. The man in the red tie tried to raise his gun as fast as he could, to Adam it looked like a slow motion replay from the football games he and his dad used to watch. Adam bounced to the left landing on one foot, bringing the other immediately up into the kneecap of the man in the red tie, a wet crunch sounded and he crumpled to the ground tears trailing down from behind his sunglasses. Adam drove two clawed fingers into the, mans eyes, going as deep as his knuckles, Adam grinned, and started to slide his out.
“FIRE!” One of the other men shouted, and the bullets started to fly. Adam ran, as fast as he could to avoid the rounds. He was fast, much faster than any human should be, but even he couldn’t outrun bullets, he had to do something soon. He and his father were playing baseball earlier and the aluminum bat was still lying on the ground. Adam ran for it and grabbed hold. He turned, and ran for the men, he deflected two rounds with the bat, but three more hit him in the arm shoulder and stomach, he didn’t miss a beat. He threw the bat at one of the men; it hit him in the face, caving in his nose and the right side of his face. Adam was arms length away from them before the bat hit the ground; he grabbed it out of mid air and started to swing. Thud, crunch, one after another they fell, Adam was thinking how their guns couldn’t help them, their years of training couldn’t help them, in the end they were helpless.
“Helpless like Dad, like Mom, and like Buddy.” Adam thought. Adam killed all of them. Save for the man in the red tie. He saved him for last. When he went to the spot he had left him he was gone, there was a trail of blood leading towards the woods. Adam began to follow but collapsed, exhausted.

“Your lucky I got to the house when I did.” Adam heard the voice but couldn’t tell where it was coming from.
“What the **** did you do to me!?” Adam yelled.
“Adam Enderson” Came the reply. “I didn’t do anything to you.”
“Who are you!” Adam demanded.
“Don’t you remember your uncle Fred?” Adam paused, thinking and then his face lit up.
“Uncle!”
“Ahh, I knew you’d remember me!”
“Where are we?” Adam asked looking around; he saw stone walls, a fireplace and a massive bookshelf.
“Wear’ home.” Adams face lit up even more “well…err, not your home, my home.” Adams face lost a little of its glee.
“Where are mom and dad?” Adam said, a bit of fear in his voice.
“Adam, I’m sorry.”
“No!”
“Adam, calm yourself.”
“NO, NO, AHH!” Adam began to shake, he grabbed his head, in obvious pain. His hands twisted into fists. Adam had gone into a rage, leaping at his uncle with every intention of killing him. Fredrick remained calm; he brought up his hand and backhanded Adam in the face. Adam went flying through the stone wall into the next room and passed out again, not to wake up for another five hours.
Back at Adams house,
“Looks like he ****** em’ all up pretty bad.”
“The only one who survived was Jack.”
“Where is he now?”
“Jack?”
“Yea.”
“They took him back to the facility.”
“Are they going to destroy him?”
“No, seeing as hes the only one to see the experiment in action they still need him, I hear they’re even thinking about upgrading him.”
“Lucky bastard.”
“If having that **** injected into you is ‘lucky’.”
“Think about it, a better I.Q., strength, reflexes, and speed…what’s not to like?”
“I just would prefer it if I didn’t have that **** inside me, we don’t even know where they got it from.”
“To each his own.”

© J. A. Tree AKA “Nightowl”

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