aww, I think hes kind of cute.
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here, the WIP.
From the latest entry in Jeremy’s Journal.
Found February 17 seventeenth
Tuesday.
As the realization fell on the last of us that the doctors who had tortured us relentlessly the passed time we have spent in our cells, in the halls, In the labs, in the tubes, in this god forsaken ‘chosen’ room, that killed off the only people we had made small bound to, tiny ties that could keep us sane, were gone, we knew what was of us.
If we, like the petty rats that science had been know to test on, could find our way out of this maze, we were free.
We were free.
And that was all there was too it. If we could find our way out of the labs, we would be free.
But I, unlike most, took it a step further. Remembering over the years about the book “The secret of Nimh” and all the things the rats had gone through and what they learned, I though I could compare myself to them. Could show the others that we would become more then just short lived, simple to ourselves minded humans that, like the rats, had mutated and become so much more then what we were. I said to myself in the lonely cell, after countless partners after Sunny went by, that if something like the rats could learn to read, learn to use meshes and mechanics, learn to develop as a society and full prosper as well, then what could we, already committing in such acts, due with this new found intelligence? And I wondered and wondered.
And wondered about what was left in the rooms of the hallways. I remember in the later time we had spent here I could here the children- god help them- crying where they were, and then the sudden silence. Truthful, I haven’t heard a kid in a long time. Their dead, I bet. If almost all of us died, then whats to say they lived? Still, I want to search the halls for them, or maybe any other survivors to inform them that our key to freedom is through a maze. We can all be free then.
I know it all began with the collection of the humans- Sacked on the street, the humans who gave them selves up, the bought criminals…the children, who’s damned parents could not find it in their heart to keep the child they had created, who gave up their kids to this unknown project, that was all there was. I have inferred this, through myself and my sister- the ones who gave themselves up- through Sunny, the kid stolen off the streets, through Ben, who confessed of their killing babies and children before injecting and ultimately killing himself, and through Nell, because she was the first one in here- and the one who knew.
I knew that we were not humans, not anymore. Because they showed us what we could do after the years of injections. We were powered, hybrid, or otherwise. A weapon of sorts. Or we were supposed to be. And I knew the final phase was to mind us, or de-mind us…turn us into something that could kill without conscious. They would take away that conscious.
And I know what we are now-
Wolves
Cats.
Somthing that goes through an immense amount of pain, with the crushing, stretching and reforming of bones in our system, with the melting, the stretching and the burning and regrown of fur on our skin, with the painful change in eye color we experienced over the time, that could happen in a second.
The only other thing I am figuring out on my own is that escape has already happened- a bunch of people have already gotten away, and that’s why the doctor wont come back because their hidden experiments just became free things, out in the wild that is the city, that is New York, London, Berlin, Tokyo, Mexico City, Beijing…. And they would probably be killed for it.
Who’s the monsters here, you know?
But who cares. Me and Nell and the rest of there bastards are free. Im leaving.
~Jeremy
P.S. On that note, I do love that my name is in the Secret of Nihm. I hope to read It again when I leave”
She put an arm around Sora and smiled. "I know what else is cute..."