Revenge

Ok well i got this idea from watching Dark Angel, X-men and Serenity one too many times. lol : P
Hope it makes sense! Oh and another note this story is set in the future where TV shows and movies (like the ones above) have been seen by just about every child.... yes even 7 yr olds..... ok? if there are any other plots holes (which there most probably is!) let me know and i'll do my best to fix it up! : D

My parents are dead, pure and simple. What happened before and after their death is not so simple. They died years ago, when I was little, maybe 10 years ago now. I was seven. They had a choice to save me, and themselves but they didn’t. They left me and abandoned me to a fate much worse than death. They left me to suffer along with all the other children who are going through the same pain. But it’s still good I’m here I guess. I give them hope that they will be free and happy in the world outside. The other children who are here are like me, parentless, homeless and most lived on the street for a few years so no one would notice them missing. They are here because like me their parents abandoned them, left them to die on the streets. Most of us are normal, aren’t as…. human as we were before we came here, before the scientists and doctors started experimenting on us.

We know, we see and we understand what most of them only know in nightmares. Susan is 10 years old and can see what is coming for us she gives us hope as well that we can be free. She lies to the scientists when they ask her if she still sees the future that way they give up on her for a while and leave her alone and in peace. It’s horrible what they do to you when you’re taken into The Room. They tie you down to a table with straps so tight you can’t move and put electrodes on you. They ask you questions and fiddle with your mind, experimenting and changing us. Each time we come back from there we are different. But there is no one to care for us. We have no family, no home and no love or kindness except for what we give each other. We are the children society forgot, along with the rest of the world. Each of us has different stories about how we ended up on the streets, some of us were born there, and others ran away or were dumped. I’m different from them. My parents worked with the government on the very project that I’m now a part of. When they realised what they were doing to children they tried to leave and threatened to go to the press. They knew what would happen if they tried to go. They knew that I would be taken to the scientists. But they did it anyway and sealed their fates along with my own. Because of what they’ve done I am here to suffer along with the other children who technically don’t exist any more than a ghost does.

I suppose you’re wondering who I am by now. The name my parents gave me has faded from my memory, an effect I’m told of some of the experiments. So, like many of the others who barely survive here I gave myself another name, a name that would remind me constantly of all that has happened and all that will happen, so Susan says anyway. My name is Revenge. It reminds me also of my duty to free all of us who are now mere shadows of our former selves. It is my duty to finish what my parents started.

So many have fallen victim to the brutality and total indifference of the scientists and doctors who are here. I want them to pay for what they have done to us. I want them to bleed as we have bled and to feel what we have felt at their merciless hands. Revenge is who I am and what I will have in the end, but not at the expense of our freedom.

Few of the others still retain the hope they once had when they arrived here. For most if us the memory of the outside is like a dream that we aren’t sure really happened. Hope, who has been here almost as long as I have, never forgets her life Outside and that is what keeps her alive. The belief that one day she will be out there again. For others, the memory is bitter and eventually drives them insane. Each of us is different and our way to survive is also.

Can you begin to feel what it is like to be one of us here? Trapped in this prison of pain and hopelessness? Yes I think you can. The reason I tell you of this is not for you to neither weep nor pity at our plight but to warn you, to warn those on the outside.

People have begun to notice the street kids are missing. Apparently orphanages all over the city have closed. Soon the scientist will find a way to take the children of the town. Children who have families and loved ones. Children who have a future and a home.

They say that the scientists are coming close to perfecting us. But then you have no idea what goes on here, do you? Have you seen the movies of old like X-Men? The movie with teenagers with strange powers? We are like them, but our powers do not come naturally but rather through experimentations and operations that are as painful as they are heinous.

Each of us is different, with different skills that we have been given. Susan as I have already told you can see the future, Wraith can fly and turn invisible, Faith is more or less a water nymph. The list of our skills goes on and on despite the fact the scientists have declared most of us ‘rejects’ and ‘failures’. But then even they do not know all of our potential. Hope is one of the most gifted of us that has not been discovered by them. If they do our plan for escape maybe foiled. Hope can control and manipulate electronics, lights, scanners, cameras, robots you name it she can control it. She is the proof most of us here need to realise that no matter what happens, we are the future of humanity that you, that the people on the outside helped in one way or another to create. One day we will triumph over the scientists and escape into the world. All of us only hope that we can successfully integrate with the rest of humanity and be accepted. Not like the ‘mutants’ on X-men and Dark Angel who were feared by and did fear the rest of the world. But then this is life and is not T.V or a movie. This is life, this is what is real and I dream that one day we will be free to see the sky, feel the sun on our cheeks and the raindrops on our skin. One day we will be free of the chains that bind us to the operating table and we will dance in exultation, but most importantly we will sing, laugh and smile. There hasn’t been enough of that in here for there is nothing to smile about unless of course you have gone insane. But no matter for soon our time will come, Susan has seen it and we wait here in our dark cement rooms until that time comes.