PROJECT M THE AWAKENING

CHAPTER FOUR

General Ryker sat quietly watching the footage that was presented to him expressionless with his tobacco in his mouth and after the footage ended he removed the tobacco from his mouth and spat on the floor.

General Ryker: Holy s**t col. I don’t know if this is God or science but that is some freaky s**t I just saw on that clip.

Colonel Leo: Sir, we need to keep him sedated we don’t know the extent of his abilities and mentally he seems unstable

General Ryker: Horse crap col., the only way to access his abilities is to push his buttons and put him in a tight spot, don’t you know that people do a whole lot under pressure.

Colonel Leo: Sir you saw what he did without being stable, we need to know the extent of his strength and abilities in other to have contingency plans on the ground.

General Ryker: I don’t care if he shoots fireballs from his ass, that freak is my perfect soldier or I am about to make him a perfect one, he is the only good thing that came from the f*****g invasion. Did you remember to plant that chip in his head? And is the chip active?

Colonel Leo: Yes, sir

General Ryker: I just hope he doesn’t f**k up and make me blow his f*****g brains, because that will be a f*****g shame, no matter the test you carry out make sure he stays awake I have the perfect test subject for him (he gave a wicked grin) you are dismissed colonel

General Ryker thought to himself if only he had him on the ground two years ago before the f*****g invasion from those f*****g aliens. The base was attacked and his men were neutralized like some kindergarten kids with little or no resistance, those creatures were f*****g telepaths they could get information by touching any soldier and could tell moves before they were even made, they could read the heat signature of living things, they could tell if you were hiding behind a barricade, they could unlock any computer program that was coded and decipher any information needed and they were able to destroy the base to cover their tracks those were perfect soldiers though general Ryker would hate to admit, those were some hell of perfect soldiers.

Bruce woke up in a room that was about forty square meters in size and he gently sat up in his bed and looked around, all he saw was a pair of a slipper and nothing more, he wore the slipper and walked around the room, he looked up and saw a camera at the corner of the roof and a speaker attached to it, he knew he was been watched and decided to play it cool, he spoke directly into the camera.

Bruce: Ya’ll sick motherfuckers like to watch while I sleep right?

The speaker was silent for about five minutes without any sound coming from it

Bruce: Why the f**k am I locked up?

Speaker: For observation (A female voice from the speaker)

Bruce: Why am I being observed

Speaker: Let's put it this way, you survive a catastrophic event

Bruce: What happened to me? What did ya’ll c**k suckers do to me?

Speaker: The base where you were held initially as a test subject was attacked by some unknown entities

Bruce: What do you mean by the base where I was been held was attacked? What do you mean by unknown entities? Weren’t they humans? What are you talking about?

Speaker: That will be all for now test subject “M”

Bruce: What the……..

He had a click sound and it was light out.

Bruce: Opened his eyes and noticed he was sitting on a slim wooden chair in a very big hall, he looked at his body and he was putting on a pair of black elastic tight body fitted jumpsuits, he gently stood up from the chair looking around to know if there was anyone close by or within his space. Bruce couldn’t take the suspense anymore so he screamed out.

Bruce: Hello!! What’s this all about?

Speaker: Test subject “M” we are here to test and evaluate your abilities

Bruce: What abilities?

Speaker: Please test subject “M” Move forward and lift the weight in front of you

Bruce: I ain’t doing s**t until you tell me what you’ve done to me

Speaker: Please test subject “M” do as you are being told

Bruce: f**k ya’ll!! I ain’t doing shit

Speaker: Test subject “M” you will be shut down if you continue to disobey direct orders.

Bruce could feel his body go numb and it was light out for him. The same process happened a dozen more times, each time he had an outburst and was starting to act out of place he was automatically shut down. He finally realized that acting out wasn’t going to get him anywhere, so he decided to play it down and give them what they needed to understand what was going on, to also see if he could get some answers to what they were trying to do to him or while he was the only test subject, what happened to the rest? He knew he needed to play cool to get answers.

The general had a cigar in his mouth as usual chewing the butt of the tobacco slowly, while he was staring into the monitor and observing Bruce’s reaction to the instruction being passed to him. What a hot head the general thought to himself the sooner this motherfucker complies the better for everyone, each time he starts losing his cool the general gave a nod and immediately the chip in his head was triggered to shut down and immediately he was immobilized, he was already getting on his last nerves from the countless shutdowns when all of a sudden he notices Bruce started complying to the instruction been passed across to him. The general wasn’t impressed with what he was seeing Bruce could barely lift more than an average weight lifter could lift, though deep down the general knew he had more potential, he remembered every detail of the footage of Bruce when he regained consciousness, and he remembered his strength, the speed, how he punched his way through a thick bulletproof glass that a rocket launcher had nothing on, he knew something triggered Bruce to transform into superhuman, he was still racking his brain thinking when an idea occurred to him, he had a wicked grin on his face and he whispered to himself am good, am damn f*****g good. He looked at the scientist monitoring Bruce’s vitals and told them to turn off his batteries and secure the package until further instruction.