The Cyborge
Prologue
December 9, 2011
As they walked through the gravel driveway, the world was
quiet. The only sound that could be heard was their boots crunching as they
walked. The leader opened a big metal door with a hiss and said “we got the
body you asked for”. Restoufen was a
tall Russian, with brown hair, a short beard, black eyes that could see into
your soul, and very strong. As they walked in, the scientist said “put the body
on the testing table.” He said
impatiently. It was a male that looked around 19-20, with little to no hair
left, a barely recognizable army outfit, and a critical wound in his chest. As
Restoufen put the body on the table he had a bad feeling, but he couldn’t put
his finger on it. As they left, he couldn’t help but think that something was
wrong with the whole situation.
Chapter One
July 14, 2012
“It’s done!” Yelled the scientist excitedly. The body looked
more like a robot than a human, with only his vital organs left, and what skin
had not rotted away. The scientist sealed the door, and hurriedly went to turn
on the power. “You know that it’s not possible to create life. Right?” asked
his assistance. “Ah, but it is! And I
shall show the world my power!” As he said that he flipped the switch.
The lights went out, and a bright white light came from the
glass test room. A loud screeching sound came from the testing room, exploding
the glass, sending shards of it everywhere. The lights stopped flickering, and
when the scientist got up from where he was hiding, the robot was gone. His creation was gone. Hitting the
intercom button, he yelled “All guards, there is a test subject on the loose,
stop him at all costs! Consider it very dangerous!” In seconds of finishing,
the door flew open, and 5 guards ran in the room. They accessed the damage, and
called in a repair team.
***
February, 29th,
1921. We have been on post for 4 days now, and no sign of the Germans yet. We
set up a base of tents, and barricaded the road. It started raining yesterday
and it doesn’t look like it will clear up anytime soon. That’s all for today, I
was chosen for kitchen duty. –Trevor Bullsworth, 3rd private.
He put his journal into his footlocker, and walked out into
the pouring rain. He was 6’1, dark blonde hair, bright brown eyes, and
relatively strong. He was forced to join the army because he failed to graduate
high school, so his parents sent him off to the army. He walked to the kitchen tent, pretty much a
tent with a table and a barbeque, and cook sent him to table duty. He started
putting down plates with forks, when he heard something in the bushes. He
slowly put down the plate, and looked at it, he saw a tiny reflection. Before
he could yell, a stabbing pain went though his chest, and instantly everyone
stopped what they doing and ran to help him. “In… the… bussshhhh…..” he didn’t
get to finish his sentence. He didn’t have to. Everything turned black, and a
ringing was replacing the words of someone telling him not to go into the light.
But he did, he wanted to.
Suddenly, light.
Bright white light, coming from everywhere at once. I jumped up and broke through a glass wall. I
shouldn’t be jumping. I looked down and saw my hands, or what was left of them.
I looked around the small metal room, then instantly knew where I am. Only the
Germans could have done this. I walked to the door, and grabbed a pistol on a
table to the left of the door. I opened the door and walked out into a army
base. My instincts kicked in, and I ran around the front of the building I was
in, then hopped in the back of a truck heading out. Then over the intercom someone
yelled “All guards, there is a test subject on the loose, stop him at all
costs! Consider it very dangerous!” Test
subject? Is that me? I lay down as we passed the guard post. I didn’t know
where I was, where I was going, and what I became. Test subject. It was
stuck in my head, making it impossible to sleep, but eventually sleep slowly
over took me.
