Analisa's Awakening

Prologue

Annalisa's Point Of View

At the time I didn't question my lack of ability to remember certain memories, I had just accepted it. It didn't seem to affect my family that much now, it did when I was twelve. I could only remember most of my memories from then onward and a little from when I was about five. Not sure exactly what happened but anytime twelve year old me asked my mom, she would immediately start crying and leave the room as if she was trying to run away from something or me. Whenever I asked my dad however, he would suddenly get extremely protective and temporarily put me under house arrest, then basically cuddle me until he thought it was 'safe'. Seeing how my parents reacted I would ask one of my my twin older siblings. Anthony and Aaron, both two years my seniors, where my rock and salvation. They claimed they didn't know much but what they remember was, about a month or two after my fifth birthday, I had disappeared one day while we had been at the park with our parents. One minute I was there, next minute I wasn't.

The twins told me how, both them and our parents had blamed themselves for me being kidn*pped. Everyone of our family members had helped and they didn't stop looking for me or praying for my life and safe return. My disappearance caused a strain on our parents relationship and marriage on a whole and they had been at their witt's' ends when that had received the call. Only six months prior to my twelfth birthday, they had been called into our towns police station, and taken to a room with a one-way window. You could only imagine their reactions when they saw a paramedic treating a bloody, older version of their lost five year old daughter on the other side of that window.

Although I had no recollection of being taken, where I had been and what I had been through, I was able to vaguely identify to the police that they were my parents. I was taken to a hospital, where a doctor (who happened to be a family friend), examined me both physically and mentally. Mentally I was fine? The doctors couldn't find any medically induced reason for me to lose my memories but deduced that whatever I had went through was probably traumatizing. This my mind tried to 'protect' itself from my experience. Besides the physical appearance of scars left from what could be knife cuts and needle punctures, my parents up to this day refuses to tell me what the doctors found.

What I do know is the doctor that examines me, the family friend, told my parents to never take me to a hospital or doctor ever. Since then we always go either to his private office or he makes home visits just for us. our doctor, Dr. James Thomas, has taken test after test, blood and tissue samples and schedules monthly Checkups since that day til now. Dr Thomas, even then, is a man of few words. He stood talk at 6'2, has a strong muscular built and seemed to weigh about 250 Ibs at lest. For a man in his mid fifties, he didn't look a day over forty, with his stormy grey eyes, sharp jawline, slightly crooked nose, fair skin complexion and straight black hair. He was the type of guy that delayed your undivided attention wherever he went and itt was quite intimidating when I had first met him.

Even though they had never told me what they had found, I knew I was different when things became harder when completing my day to dAy activities in my life. Like how I'm able to see four times better than everyone around me. I could be standing twelve miles away and if I concentrated hard enough, still be able to see the features of the individual on the other side. I could also hear every and anything just as well with that same distance (if they talk normal as if I'm right next to them). It can be overwhelming at times. My sense of scent has also magnified and if I'm not careful, I usually get overwhelmed by the many scents since it's my most sensitive type of sense. I'm also able to sense people's emotions (it's really helpful when trying to avoid people) and I am able to find out how people actually feel around me, so it makes my life easier. My speed and strength have also improved.

My parents don't know the full truth of my enhanced senses, at least not from my point of view. I mean I figured since they go to keep secrets, then I'm entitled to do the same. They think my senses are twice as strong as a normal person's when in reality it's more like ten times I guess. Me telling them the truth, could probably help Dr. Thomas, figure out whatever he's trying to find to explain what happened to me but I'm a little bitter about their secrets so no. I know that they had their reasons when I was younger but come on I'm eighteen years old almost nineteen, and I think I deserve to know by now. If they think I'm ever going to stop asking, then they have another thing coming. I understand that all parents want in this would is to keep their children, whether they're blood related or not, safe. Don't get me wrong, I love my parents and I know they want the best for my siblings and I but sometimes secrets can tear relationships apart brutally.

Even without anyone telling me what had been to make me what I have become, I have come to my own conclusion. I'm fifty percent sure I've deduced what happened to me. I believe that myself and many other children had been kidn*pped or sold to some kind of organization for human experiments. Well you know that 'one' episode in crime shows like CRIMINAL MINDS and CSI - NEW YORK, where the criminal is killing and harvesting organs or body parts for a lover or something? I remember this one episode, this dude was trying to find the right donor for his amputee wife, so he experimented by k********g and removing one person's leg and placing it on another. I know madness. Anyways I'm not sure if the place I was did that, but I'm pretty sure that they're probably mixing animal DNA into their test subjects. Just thinking about it makes me disgusted and gives me the creeps.

You may think I should just stop thinking about it cause I'm not there anymore but how could I when there are more than likely others like me, who are still prisoners waiting and hoping for someone to save them. I may just be one person and I may not know much now but I'll find out and when I do, I won't let anyone stop me from taking my revenge on the ones that are responsible.

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Third Person Point Of View

Everything was quiet in the dark, wet underground facility. The only sounds were the pitter patter of water droplets falling from the rusty underground pipes. As well as the occasional echo of the guards footsteps and jingling of keys that would open the heavy metal doors that connected these dreary underground halls. Days down here were routinely operated like an old oil machine, there was barely any room for the subjects to breathe. When many of them had first been brought, they challenged evey and anything they were not fond of but punishment after punishment had shaped them into the organization's ideal puppets. Although, once in a while they had to be reminded of the consequences of bad behavior. Those days were the worst for the subjects.

They hated this. They didn't sign up for this. When they had joined, that had been told it was for a good cause, for the better good. That they would help in finding cures for illnesses and provide the cures the the less fortunate. For the better good, they had been told. Being part of the head scientists and believing they would have a huge impact on the tested and the thought of fame had blinded them. If the wife hadn't forgotten some important papers behind in her office, they would have never found out that their research helped the organization hurt others. The wife had immediately told her husband and they couldn't believe that this was what the organization was doing with their ground breaking research. k********g and conducting human experiment, both of which are illegal, had been occurring right under their noses, quite literally. They couldn't let it go on any longer. There were others that agreed, a select few but there were others and they weren't just going to let what was happening go. They just had to plan everything down to the last T to successfully accomplish their goal.

All the subjects were in their rooms asleep when it happened. The entire underground facility was completely baked in pitch black darkness mere hours before their routinely start of the 'day'. Then came the alarms. The blaring screeching of the alarm alerted all of the intruders. The sounds of bullets leaving their chambers, and the pain filled helps and groans were certainly ignored by the subjects. The only sounds that registered to them was the whizz of the electric lock pads. These doors have stood in their ways for as long as they have been there and for the first time outside of their routinely restricted lives, they have been unlocked. Mere seconds had passed but to the subjects a lifetime has come and gone. They had even failed to notice the increase of gunshots and the painful yelps and screams that are accompanying in them.

"Get out and run now! Let your senses be your guide to your freedom! " someone yelled at they fired a round of bullets at the new wave of guards. Those would seem to have finally snapped the subjects out of their spacing. They were finally aware of their predicament. This was a fight in which, for some, death was already predetermined. Not all Will survive. From it all became a blur. Some had been struck down as soon as they had left their cells, others had fought and prevailed while some had died fighting. Somehow, through all of the chaos, only 40 of the 250 subjects had survived the whole ordeal. The survivors were then divided between those that had orchestrated the Rescue Mission.

" Subject 119 is missing!" yelled subject 71, " We have to go back!"

"I'm sorry subject 71, but we can't," Dr. Snow remorsefully replied, glancing at his weeping wife. His wife had always favored subject 119 above the others. She had been just as loved by the others.

"But... . " he tried to argue.

"We turn! We have you 5 to think about now," Dr.Snow wept as she glanced at the other children quietly huddled in the backseat of the getaway, modern, discolored Jeep. "Besides , it will be a suicide attempt if we go back. The building is rigged to explode."She cried.

And just as she had uttered that last line, a resounding bang (originated from the direction of the organization) had reached their ears. The bright flames and billowing smoke stretching their arms to the heavens could be seen for miles. And although they are free for now, they would never forget what horrors they had all endured and seen. On that day as they wept for the friends they had lost, they vowed that if the organization dare raise its ugly head in the future, those who survived would be executed.