Experiment 1: Assassination by Malani J. Sparks (classic novels for teens txt) 📖

knew her weak points like the back of his own hand. It scared me too much. So I tried to think positively; Mum is going to save me from Dad, and teach me to be as awesome as her.

Mum got up, but was instantly surrounded by big muscular men that held her arms and legs so that she couldn't save me. "George! Why are you doing this?! What happened to you? What happened to the George I married 10 years ago?" She asked desperately.

Dad put me in the back of a jet back van, walked back over to my mother, looked her right in the eyes, and said, "Mary, I'm a scientist; a mad scientist. I'm doing this because it feels right and our daughter is the perfect subject for my planned experiments for the future. Science happened to me dear; it changed me. The man you married 10 years ago and had a child with, didn't have the knowledge that science gave him. So he decided to learn more about that knowledge, and now here I am. Does that answer al of your stupid questions?" He stormed away from her, slamming the back door of the van shut, getting into the driver's seat, and making the getaway.

I couldn't help but panic. I wanted my Mum, not this psychopath of a father. I want my warm bed, not the cold floor of this van. I want a normal summer, not this crazy summer that went wrong. Why can't everything be normal, like in the movies?

Anne - London Central Science Facility - June 24, 2006

   

I was so exhausted from all the commotion, I fell asleep in the back of that terribly uncomfortable van. I probably slept for a few hours, but it didn't feel like long. I dreamt of the events that just took place, only in my dream, Mum saved me from my kidnapper of a father and his big buff bodyguards. They went to jail, and Mum and I lived life normally after that. I wish this could come true, but alas, it was only the wishes of my imagination.

I was awoken by the van abruptly coming to a stop. I wasn't fully awake, but I was awake enough to know that Dad was talking to some man, like a guard of some sort. "Let me see your I.D. sir." The guard said, emotionless.

"Here you go, officer." I sat up so I could at least try to see what's going on. Dad handed his I.D. to the officer. The officer scanned it visually, then scanned it on his computer. The gate, in front of this horrible van I'm trapped in, opened up slowly.

The guard handed Dad's I.D. back to him. "Have a good morning sir." He nodded, signaling Dad to move along.

"Thanks. You too." Dad drove the van slowly through the opening of the gate and entered this unknown place. I really wanted to know where we were, but I was too afraid to ask and I truly did not want to speak to my father because of this. But I got the courage to ask anyway.

"Daddy, where are we?" I asked trying to sound sweet, even though I was scared and angry.

"We are in a really big science facility sweetie." He said calmly. "It's like a big fort so bad people don't get in or out."

"So, is it like a jail?"

"No Anne, it's not a jail. We just keep bad people locked up here and try to transform them into something better."

"What does that mean Daddy? And if this place is for bad people, why am I here? Is this where you are going to experiment on me, even though Mummy wouldn't let you?"

"You ask a lot of questions dear. Just lay back down and go back to sleep." He said aloud. "It will be easy to get things done without you awake." Dad mumbled to himself.

I did as he said and laid back down, but I did not go to sleep. I couldn't, I was too afraid. I just laid there and shivered, until the van stopped again. I didn't want to sit up and see what was happening this time. I just wanted to wake up from this horrible nightmare.

Dad got out of the van and shut the door. I couldn't hear any talking, just mumbled words and sounds that I couldn't understand. After about 3 minutes of the non-understandable conversation, the back door of the van opened and I was blinded with an extremely bright white light. I couldn't see at all, but I could feel someone grab my ankle and pull me towards the door. Then, I was in a set of arms, being carried somewhere.

My vision slowly started to come back and I saw that the man carrying me was bringing me into a big white building. I could hear the breathing of my carrier; the breaths were really short. I turn my head upwards towards this man to see his face. He held a very stern look and couldn't be any older than 30. He had on camouflage army attire and a matching cap. His loud, heavy footsteps were the only thing I could hear until Dad broke the silence.

"Just put her down on the table, please Mark." He politely told the man.

The man, I mean, Mark, set me down on the table gently, and then turned to my father. "Anything else George?" He asked.

"Just one more thing... Tell the commissioner his newest lab rat is here." Dad responded.

Mark nods, then turns and leaves.

Dad turns to my tired body lying on the table. "You're going to meet the commissioner soon. He's going to like you." He smiles at me.

I look back at him, sleep still drifting in my eyes.

"Just go back to sleep, this is probably going to take a while." Dad tells me, while sticking a needle into my arm. It hurt a lot.

"Ouch!" I yell.

"Shh shh, just let it kick in." He pets my hair.

Suddenly, I felt even more tired than I already did. I tried all that I could to stay awake because I saw Mark walk back into the room, but I was asleep before I could catch anything he was about to say.

I woke up uncomfortably on a surgical table. There were tubes coming from my arm that is connected to a, nearly full, bag of blood hanging on a rack. There were two others hanging too, but they were already full.

Just then, Mark walked in with a glass of water. "Good morning sleeping beauty. How'd you sleep?" He asked.

"I was a bit uncomfortable, but okay I guess." I said back.

"Well, I'm sorry about that but we needed some blood from you before the doctors started the experiments for safe keeping. Here's some water if you're thirsty." He handed me the glass, smiling politely.

I took a sip, I was a little thirsty. That was quite a long night. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. Now come on, I'm taking you to see the commissioner." He helped me down from the table.

I looked down at myself. I was still in my jammers.

Mark noticed. "I'm sorry but we don't have any clothes for you yet." He took the tube out of my arm delicately and guided out of my room.

"There are a lot of rooms in this hallway Mark." I said.

"Yes, I know. What's your name again? I forgot."

"My name's Anne. I'm nine years old and I'm from London, England." I said shyly.

"It's nice to meet you Anne, who is nine years old and from London, England.” I giggled. “I'm Mark, and we're going to see the commissioner." He responded.

I didn't want to go to the commissioner's office, he sounded big and scary, but I couldn't just make a run for it, I wouldn’t know where to go.

We stepped into an elevator. Mark went to push a button, but before he could even touch it, we both heard a loud scream. Mark told me to stay put and keep the door open. He ran halfway down the hallway and into the room to his left. The screaming continued. I did as I was told and kept holding the "<|>" button to keep the door open.

A few minutes pass and I see a tan, black-haired boy about my age running out of the room that Mark ran into. He was coming straight for me and the elevator.

"No! NO!" He was screaming back at Mark and another guard behind him, who were chasing him. He ran into the elevator yelling, "CLOSE THE DOOR! CLOSE THE DOOR SO THEY DON'T GET ME!" I just looked at him, still holding the button.

‘His eyes are so… Beautiful. I’ve never seen icy blue eyes like his before. He’s so beautiful.’ I thought.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! DO YOU HEAR ME?! CLOSE THE DOOR!"

‘Why is he looking at me like that? Wait, is he saying something to me?’ I asked myself.

I snapped back to reality to notice what was going on.

I didn't want to disobey Mark, plus, I didn’t know this beautiful boy, so I just stood silently, still holding the button.

"WHAT ARE YOU RETARDED?! MOVE!" The boy grabs my shoulders and pushes me to the floor of the elevator.

Mark puts his foot in the way of the door so it didn't close. "You're coming with us to see your uncle. Grab him Jeff." The other guard, Jeff, grabs the boy and holds him in his place. Mark helps me stand up and pushes the button for the 6th floor.

I look to my right at the boy. He was glaring back at me. I was going to say that I was sorry, but I couldn't even start my sentence. I just looked into his eyes. I pretty much got lost in them and didn't even notice.

"Stop googly-eyeing me, freak." He said rudely.

I looked away quickly and didn't look back.

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