Story seven:
When I awoke the first thing I saw was the odd men standing over me. "HOLY CRAP!!!!!" I screamed as I punched the closest one in the gut. The man fell over groaning in pain. I got up and looked over to see I was in a labratory! "Awww hell no!"
"Your awake..."
"Well no dip sherlock!! What gave you that idea? Me talking or the guy on the ground groaning in pain?"
"......."
"I thought so! Now here the hell am I?!?"
"Your stronger than you look."
"Dont change the god damn subject!! Where the hell am I?!?!?!" He didn't answer, he just stuck a needle in my arm. "OWWWW!!!!!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. The needle broke. I grabed his arm and squeesed hard. I felt him try to pull his arm away but to no avail. He screamed. I could hear the bones in his arm breaking, but my grip weakened, and I could no longer feel my limbs. "What the......" I couldn't speak. "It finnally worked." the man grabed his arm and went over to an intercom. The speaking was muffled but I knew he was asking for backup.
Why would he need backup? WERE NOT IN IRAQ!!!!! God!!! "Ya I have a mini female terrorist here. What should I do?" What should i do? Put a towel on my head and call myself Sedam Husain? God! What an idiot!!! BANG!!!! I heard a battering ram hit the door. What the??? "The door is open!" The door slid open and like a hundered soldiers ran in and surrounded me. I wanted to raise my hands and scream "I DIDN'T DO IT!!!" Why would they need so many men?!?!?! "Object detained." I finnally got the ability to move again. I grabed a towel, wraped it around my head and in a Very bad Indian acsent said "Im not a terrorist!! Don't shoot!! Don't shoot!!" I got puzzled look from all of the soldiers. But before I could do anything else a blach white hase coated my sight. I lost control of my body. I could see and hear the soldiers screaming, running, and fighting for their lives. I could feel the bullets peircing my skin, the blood traveling down my body, and a tingle where the bullets hit. When I regained control and conciousness, I found that my aqua blue hospital gown was dark chrimson, and I was ankle-deep in a chrimson liquid. My hands, which now had claws, were blood-soaked. I had blood spots all over my body, mine and the soldiers. Right as I realized I had been shot, the bullets shot out of my body, and the holes healed. Holy crap! I am superman!!!! "P..please don't h..hurt me!" I looked over to see a young man, the youngest man of the group, wounded and bleeding, but still alive. "Oh my God!!! Im sorry!!!!" I shouted as I ran over to him. I tended to his wounds. "Why are you helping me? I thought you wanted to kill us all."
"Im helping you because I want to. And I really didn't mean to attack. So..." I looked up to his face. I looked him straight in his frightened eyes. "Tell me what I did."
To Be Continued...
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