Chapter 7: Enemy…

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I awake with a start, and I scream loudly. My head pounds from an extremely painful migraine. I can feel the crust of blood on my fore head where the man hit me. My leg pounds from my heartbeat and the pain in my chest because I can’t breathe almost makes me sick.
I am in a dark room, with florescent red light that gives off a creepy illumination of the room I am in. As my head pounds, I examine my prison like I have done many times before, and feel more pain from my wrists. The blue electric light that faintly glows among the red burn my arms and wrists. The hot metal around my hands smoke into my writs, burning me. The handcuffs are held together by a bendable but durable metal glow from the heat. I scream in pain while my fists tighten and my feet struggle. The unbearable pain from my yelling hurts my head even more, and can’t decide which of all my injuries are the worst. The cold metal floor is freezing compared to my burnt flesh, so I press them against it. The room around me reflects myself and all of the light, for the walls are mirrors. The metal that holds my handcuffs together is connected to another strong wire coming from the floor. As I lay in pain, tethered to the floor an announcement comes through and intercom. The soothing female voice says fluently to me in the language of the soldiers, then proceeds to speak in other languages while repeating the same message. When she reaches English, I listen intensively to fulfill my curiosity.
“Stage one process complete. The results as shown… approved. Stage two will commonsense tomorrow at 0:900 hours. Thank you for your participation, and have a lovely day” she finishes. The woman sounded almost like a robot as she spoke without hesitation nor mistakes. My hands tremble as I feel the electricity stop flowing into the handcuffs and I can see the blue light disappear. But I can still feel the harsh burns, and they almost cut into my flesh. The charred and raw skin that lay burning on my arm give me tears, but feel relieved as I press them against the soothingly cold floor.
My ears ring from the sound of the electricity, as it was a piercing sound through my head that added to the migraine. I can barely hear the footsteps against the metal floor outside my prison. The door does not slide up like the others that I have seen, instead the giant wheel on it turns, and a girl comes through the doorway. The metal screeches and echoes all around, and she walks into the room. Through the difficulty of the lighting, I can guess from the color of her suit hers is the same as mine. She has shiny black boots and her sleeves stop at her writs. Her long, curly dark hair flows from above her eyes to below her shoulders. She steps with caution towards me, and I guess she is fifteen, two years younger then I.
“Hello Kalem…” The girls starts. She has a familiar touch to her. Her blue eyed and tan skinned face give me a curious and cautious stare. ” I am sorry that you were in the trial today. I know… I know how they retrieved you and I give my most sincerest apologies. Halann and Kase were hard on you, and I am sorry the commander hit you like that, but to be fair you did kill one of our own. One of the last of us…” her eyes fall to the floor. “That blonde woman, Officer Alla Hayden, you committed a large offense. Your Demo will start tomorrow. I shouldn’t even be talking to you, but, I needed to give you a heads up. They won’t go easy on you. You are only to speak when they ask you a question, other wise you will be in big trouble, and I mean BIG.”
I stare at the girl. I know her! I think to myself. I feel almost as if I trust this girl, because I really do know her. “Why are you telling me this? Why are you helping me? Who are you? You don’t look like a soldier.” I stare at the brunette haired girl, and study her expression. She smiles sweetly and laughs.
“It’s ’cause I’m not! heh, I was captured into the resistance eight years ago. My mom was convicted of conspiring with the east, the government of Kaskel. A-Are you a scientist from the Nova base project?”
I stare at her, wondering how I should answer. “If you are a scientist, then you could be in even bigger trouble already. If not, and you are one of the Alternate Human Systems it wont’t be as bad.”
“I… I don’ know. I don’t remember anything of the last how ever many years, I know I walked out my front door and…” I hesitate.
“And what?” the girl inquires.
“I walked down my street. It was raining, and foggy. I went to cross the road, and a car was coming my way. I felt my neck break, I fell and I was awake, and a man came out of the vehicle. He… he had a tattoo around his eye, and he was about fifty, sixty I don’t know. But, he also had a woman with him. A blind woman… She, actually looked a little like you” I say, gesturing towards her.
“OK, if what you say is true then you are and A.H.S.” she replies.
“What is that? What is an Alternate Human System?” I inquire to her.
“An Alternate Human System is almost like a clone. A lab made body, and when a mind dies, from the future, past or present, it is harvested from it’s time and used in the clone. It is given a new life. I guess that’s what we are…”
“Wait, we?” I say with a surprised expression. She walks over to me, and crosses her legs in a butterfly formation.
“Yeah. That’s what my “mom” did. She was a scientist working for the Kaskel, and I died in 1987. My name was Julia Roberts, but, uh, now it’s… it’s Tara. Tara Alec. They give you a new name, depending on what year it is.” she gives me an odd expression, then smiles. “I had cancer. I can remember my real mother, and apparently there is no record of my biological dad, well, Julia’s dad. Us A.H.S.’s aren’t allowed to refer ourselves from our past lives. But, I was eleven years old when I had “the dream”-”
“The dream? What’s that?” I scoot over to Tara and she looks cautious, but ultimately gives me a look of trust.
“You know, when you are getting harvested it can be extremely painful so they give you an anesthetic, a dream painkiller, so you can be the hero for someone. Mine was there was a six year old on the ice and it was breaking. It was a little boy, and he was falling in. I saved him, but in the dream you always “die” or you “pass out” to show that you are waking from the dream. They call it “field testing” but we all know what it is. What was yours, if you don’t mind me asking?”
I look at her curiously. She acts as if she is my best friend, the way she tells me everything. That must be why I recognized her. She reminds me of Rose… But if Rose wasn’t real, then who else does she remind me of? I realize she is patiently expecting me to reply, and I do.
“I saved a blind woman, her name was Rose, from a man who was trying to kidnap her in an ally way. They, the woman and the man, are the ones who ran me over. I dreamed that I was in 1965” I almost start to laugh at how ridiculous it was. How I thought it was reality, how crazy this all was, how I was going to get home. An alarm goes off, and the same woman who made the announcements comes on the P.A.
“Subject Breach. Alternate Human System Number 887 please return to your dorm or force will be needed.”
Tara gives a worried look. “Crap, they noticed I’m gone! Kalem, tomorrow after your Demo when we get into the feeding area meet main the farthest corner away from the marshal’s tower. It’s behind a corner. We need to get out of here!” She gives me a look of desperation.She runs out the door and shut’s it behind her. I relay what she told me to do. And I do promise that I will meet her tomorrow.
End of Chapter 7
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