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"Well shit."
"I don't know, I've seen better."
"Better? He timed in at 3.002."
"It seemed more like 3.5 to me."
"Why is it that every time we find a prospective, you have to do this?"
"I don't know, maybe it's the fact that he doesn't even know what he's trying out for."
"That doesn't mean a damn thing and you know it. This kid is better than anything that we've seen. You know it. I know it. Anybody can clear a room, but who can do it in 3.002 seconds?"
"Fine, do the fucking operation, I don't even think it's worth the effort we put into it."
"This kid will make it worth it."
"I hope you're right"
For his whole life, Vincent had wanted to be faster, stronger, and better than all the others. It started in the first grade on the playground, and it stuck with him his whole life. The need to be better. He had impressed the brass with his tryout, now it was time to show everyone just how good he really was.
"Are you ready?"
Vincent looked over to see a doctor stnading stoutly in the doorway.
"They're ready to meet me?"
"Meet you? Your try-out was the meeting, you're ready to go strait to the operation."
"What?"
"It will be explained to you in the O.R."
"Oh, right..."
"Well, let's get going."
The light stung his eyes as he looked up. The lamps and the doctors' lights, all shining into his eyes, trying to blind him to what was really happening. They whispered and talked just soft enough so he could only make out bits and pieces of their convedrsation. The door behind Vincent swung open and shut with a click. He tried to look behind him, but his whole body felt like a stick, unable to move on its own. As he was layed back on an operating table, a general peered over him, looking strait into his eyes.
"You are about to be a part of an elite unit, one that has been in development ever since the beginning of the war."
Vincent tried to speak, but could only open his mouth to hiss out a few breaths.
"We know how badly you want to show everyone just how good you really are, and this exactly how you are going to do it."
Vincent wanted to leave, de didn't want to be here now.
"After the operation, you will feel stronger, you will feel faster, and you will feel so much smarter. Just lay back and let the doctors do their work. I'll see you after the operation"
Vincent tried to struggle, but he couldn't move any part of his body. He didn't know why, but he didn't want to be here now. One of the doctors spoke softly to him, trying to calm him.
"Vincent, listen to me, I want you to calm down. We can't help you if you don't stop moving. This will only take a little while and I promise you won't fell a thing"
Vincent tried to look away as one doctor slowly set to work cleaning a scalpel, he tried to remember his mother and home. The head doctor finally set to work with an dangerous looking intstrument hovering over his head. With the flip of a switch, the machine set about humming in a deep tone, and a compartment on its bottom flip open to reveal a shiny drill bit. Vincent could only look up in terror as the drill lowered down to his forehead. The doctor was right, Vincent couldn't feel the the machine drilling through his head. A couple times, Vincent awoke from unconciousness in the middle of the operation. One time, he tried to move his fingers, but when he looked down at his arm, he saw that he didn't have an arm or any fingers. And he thought for a moment, and realized that he didn't mind it. His brain was so clouded with narcotic pain-killers that when he tried to spell his name, he just couldn't stop giggling to himself.
When Vincent awoke again, he was lying in a different bed, this one had beautifull sunlight shining through a pane-glass window. When he tried to sit up, he saw that no longer did he have his own legs, he instead had two contraptions that resembled real legs, only they were metalic and covered in wires, hydrolics and lights. The legs were covered by plastic coverings filled with a creamy looking gelatin substance.
"How do you like your new body Vincent?"
He tore his tear-filled eyes away from his disgusting body to see the same general standing next to his bed.
"Wha-wha-what have you done t-t-to me?" He screamed.
"We gave you what you wanted, a life where you can be faster, stronger and smarter than anyone. Well, the smarter part is yet to come. But nonetheless, we're very pleased with your operation. You see, only five others out of 32 have survived the operation. And you, well you passed with flying colors. And all we ask of you, is that you use your new body, made for you by us, to fight the war between the Covenant. We have very high hopes for you Vincent."
"H-h-h-how am I going to live a normal life now"
"Vincent? Since when did YOU ever want a normal life? I think you should try to sleep now, you're going to start orientation and basic training tomorrow."
Vincent couldn't sleep, so he only stayed in his bed, looking out the window, trying not to look at his new body. In the back of his mind though, he thought to himself,
'Finally, everyone will see, they will see...'
PART 2 COMING SOON ons
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