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Authors: Sean Patrick Little
Tags: Fiction, General, Science-Fiction, adventure, Genetic engineering, Conspiracies, Superheroes, Teenagers, Mutation (Biology), Human Experimentation in Medicine
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Holly. "He's unconscious."
"Kenny would be the first one out the door," said Andy. "In ten years, he's never, ever even been here ."
"Then we do this," said Indigo. She reached out her finger and keyed in the four digit passkey. Andy held his breath.
"Holy...wow."
John felt like someone punched him in the gut. There before him, in some sort of glass tank filled with an orange-amber fluid bubbling like a champagne glass, was Posey...only, she wasn't Posey anymore.
"What happened to her?" Indigo could hardly spit out the words.
Andy knelt down and laid Kenny's unconscious body on the floor. "I don't know, but it can't be good."
Holly looked even smaller than normal. She moved behind John and put a hand on his arm. "Is...is she alive?"
His tongue felt thick and he felt a little dizzy, but John whispered, "I...I don't know." The testing had never been this rigid. They had never submerged them in some sort of tank. What was worse was what had happened to Posey's body. She was grotesque, but strangely beautiful. There were large, fleshy mounds on her back, long and pointed; a framework of bone and skin jutted from them in lengthy arcs. A thin membrane of skin hung between the bones like mesh webbing.
"Wings," said Holly, barely above a whisper. "She's growing wings. Like an angel."
"They gave her wings," said Andy. "What were they trying to prove? She looks like she's dead." He punched the wall next to the doorway in the hall and cracked the plaster. John saw a vein standing out in Andy's face that he had never seen before, a thick, obtuse blue vein that ran into his neck.
John put a hand on Andy's shoulder and stepped into the lab. Nurse Hathcock was asleep on a cot in the corner. "Sarah?"
Sarah's face turned to John, her blue eyes were wide and confused.
"Get Hathcock."
"Oh, yeah," Sarah mumbled. She started to walk toward the nurse, but her eyes never left Posey's limp form.
Indigo strode forward boldly and pressed her hands to the glass on the tank. "Let's get her out of there."
John shook his head. "What are you thinking?"
"She doesn't belong in there. It's like she's a specimen in a jar of formaldehyde. Get her out."
"She's in there for a reason, Indigo," said John. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her back from the tank. "Look at her! She's hurt! She's changing! How do you know that taking her out of that fluid won't kill her?"
"How do you know it isn't killing her right now?"
"Stop it, both of you!" said Holly. Fat tears were crawling out of the corners of her eyes.
Nurse Hathcock chose that moment to wake up. The portly, fifty-something woman sat up suddenly and looked over at Posey, seeing the teens in the lab. She scrabbled to her feet, struggling to get her girth out of the cot, her chunky fingers grasping at the eyeglasses that hung from her neck on a chain. "What are you all doing here? You should be in your rooms! Leave now!"
"We came to get Posey," said Holly. "What are you doing to her?"
"Posey's sick, Holly. Indigio! John! Get away from that tank!"
"Get her out, first!" said Indigo. "She doesn't deserve this!"
"This is ridiculous." The nurse made a move toward the wall alarm. "I'm getting Dr. Cormair in here." Hathcock moved unimpeded by Sarah, whose eyes were so focused on Posey in the tank that she completely forgot about her duties to the plan.
"Sarah!" John shouted. She didn't snap out of her trance. Hathcock hit the alarm and a hollow, metallic klaxon began sounding.
"This is not good." John ran over to the series of keyboards and control panels that Dr. Cormair usually sat behind while he was being tested. "One of these has to get her out of there!"
"We could really use Kenny right now," Holly said. She rushed over and began to push buttons and flip switches.
John swatted her hands away. "What are you doing? You don't know what those things do! One of them might electrocute Posey or something." Holly yanked her hands away.
The door to the lab
"Kenny would be the first one out the door," said Andy. "In ten years, he's never, ever even been here ."
"Then we do this," said Indigo. She reached out her finger and keyed in the four digit passkey. Andy held his breath.
"Holy...wow."
John felt like someone punched him in the gut. There before him, in some sort of glass tank filled with an orange-amber fluid bubbling like a champagne glass, was Posey...only, she wasn't Posey anymore.
"What happened to her?" Indigo could hardly spit out the words.
Andy knelt down and laid Kenny's unconscious body on the floor. "I don't know, but it can't be good."
Holly looked even smaller than normal. She moved behind John and put a hand on his arm. "Is...is she alive?"
His tongue felt thick and he felt a little dizzy, but John whispered, "I...I don't know." The testing had never been this rigid. They had never submerged them in some sort of tank. What was worse was what had happened to Posey's body. She was grotesque, but strangely beautiful. There were large, fleshy mounds on her back, long and pointed; a framework of bone and skin jutted from them in lengthy arcs. A thin membrane of skin hung between the bones like mesh webbing.
"Wings," said Holly, barely above a whisper. "She's growing wings. Like an angel."
"They gave her wings," said Andy. "What were they trying to prove? She looks like she's dead." He punched the wall next to the doorway in the hall and cracked the plaster. John saw a vein standing out in Andy's face that he had never seen before, a thick, obtuse blue vein that ran into his neck.
John put a hand on Andy's shoulder and stepped into the lab. Nurse Hathcock was asleep on a cot in the corner. "Sarah?"
Sarah's face turned to John, her blue eyes were wide and confused.
"Get Hathcock."
"Oh, yeah," Sarah mumbled. She started to walk toward the nurse, but her eyes never left Posey's limp form.
Indigo strode forward boldly and pressed her hands to the glass on the tank. "Let's get her out of there."
John shook his head. "What are you thinking?"
"She doesn't belong in there. It's like she's a specimen in a jar of formaldehyde. Get her out."
"She's in there for a reason, Indigo," said John. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her back from the tank. "Look at her! She's hurt! She's changing! How do you know that taking her out of that fluid won't kill her?"
"How do you know it isn't killing her right now?"
"Stop it, both of you!" said Holly. Fat tears were crawling out of the corners of her eyes.
Nurse Hathcock chose that moment to wake up. The portly, fifty-something woman sat up suddenly and looked over at Posey, seeing the teens in the lab. She scrabbled to her feet, struggling to get her girth out of the cot, her chunky fingers grasping at the eyeglasses that hung from her neck on a chain. "What are you all doing here? You should be in your rooms! Leave now!"
"We came to get Posey," said Holly. "What are you doing to her?"
"Posey's sick, Holly. Indigio! John! Get away from that tank!"
"Get her out, first!" said Indigo. "She doesn't deserve this!"
"This is ridiculous." The nurse made a move toward the wall alarm. "I'm getting Dr. Cormair in here." Hathcock moved unimpeded by Sarah, whose eyes were so focused on Posey in the tank that she completely forgot about her duties to the plan.
"Sarah!" John shouted. She didn't snap out of her trance. Hathcock hit the alarm and a hollow, metallic klaxon began sounding.
"This is not good." John ran over to the series of keyboards and control panels that Dr. Cormair usually sat behind while he was being tested. "One of these has to get her out of there!"
"We could really use Kenny right now," Holly said. She rushed over and began to push buttons and flip switches.
John swatted her hands away. "What are you doing? You don't know what those things do! One of them might electrocute Posey or something." Holly yanked her hands away.
The door to the lab
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