[The.Experiment]

[Sid.]

Its a little cheesy and badly written, but i still wanna post it. If ya wanna, go crazy on me with criticism. Im ok wit it. :D

 

Enjoy!

 

p.s. The story's kinda long.

 

[spoiler=Prologue]

I woke up.

I had amnesia and couldn’t remember anything. Why? What happened? Where am I? What am i doing here? Why am I asking myself so many questions? Then i realized, I’m in an igloo. Odd.

 

I reached into my pocket, and there was a rock. This rock looked different than other rocks. It looked like, like, a rock. I reached into my other pocket and found a toothbrush. It was different also; it had strange carvings on it and several different signs. It was old and frail, like an antiquity.

 

Then i realized that i was only wearing shorts and an undershirt. How? How could i still be alive in this igloo and be warm? I got up and noticed a man in the corner staring at me. I said, "Hello?" There was no answer. I repeated, "Hello? Why am I here?" Once again I got no answer. I got up next to the man; I noticed it got colder when i sat next to him. His eyes didn't move, and he had a thin layer of frost on his clothes. He was holding something, looked like a knife, it had blood on it.

 

Something seemed wrong to me, why was he cold and freezing while i was nice and warm? Then i noticed he was dead. He was clinging on to something on his side, i had to reach over and grab it. It was a note, and it read:

 

 

Hello.

If you are reading this, then I have either been ransacked by you trying to find food and water or, I am dead. I could feel my life dimming as you and I sat together in the freezing cold. But I would like to say that our experiment worked, but as you can for me, it did not. Please, if you are still alive, find him, and end him.

 

Please, John.

 

 

[spoiler=Chapter 1: The Blizzard]

So that is my name, John. Sounds about right, so it must be it. Apparently this man, who now is dead, is my friend. He, unlike me, was wearing a full coat and three pairs of pants. I tried to move his body, seeing if he left any clues about what is going on. Who is this man? Who is the person that started this all? How do I get out of here? How is it possible to wear three pairs of pants?

 

I went outside, in the cold, yet I did not feel cold. I asked myself, how? Does this have anything to do with what that man said? Maybe it had something to with that experiment that that man mentioned in his last letter. There was a blistering blizzard; in which if you got lost you would probably die. Nothing to see, but pitch white, with a shadowy figure approaching.

 

This person came closer, nearing his destination. He seemed to be wearing what seemed to be over five layers of coats and fur, keeping his total body nice and warm. When he got close to me, he noticed me, without any coats or jackets. He looked at me with such a look that he probably expected me to fall down as if frozen. I gave him a look denying his past assumption, therefore asking me,

“Who are you?” The man asked.

 

“I am John, apparently. Who are you?” I replied.

 

“I am Sir J’s trusted butler Artemis, and I have been informed that he is here, in the mountains of the Himalayas.” Artemis answered.

 

I asked, “Who is Sir J?”

 

“Why sir, that is you.” Artemis said bluntly. Great. Just a second I was John, and know I am Sir J. I must be a wealthy, wealthy, man. That is so wrong. “Are you sure you aren’t talking about the man inside?” I asked.

 

“Man? Inside? Someone else is here? I was informed that you were the only person in the DIE Experiment. Who else is here?” He wondered.

 

“I don’t know who, I just woke up and I don’t remember anything. There is a man inside who is frozen, and had a note saying that an “Experiment went wrong”. What is this experiment?” I questioned.

 

“Sir, the DIE Experiment was an experiment developed by the government of the United States of America that tries to increase the body heat of the subject, therefore increasing the energy factor and adrenaline of the subject. DIE stands for Dialogical Increasing of Energy. DIE. Funny. Ha ha.” Artemis explained.

 

“Why would the government do this?” I asked.

 

“Sir, if you haven’t noticed, the government is losing power in the council of countries. The United States of America is now the 4th powerful in the world. 1st is China, not a very big surprise there, 2nd is Russia, also not a very big surprise, but 3rd is Canada. Canada sir! That is not right. Canada may be the best country on Earth, but it does not have the right to take our place. Right now we are in World War 3, against Canada. Canada started to gloat in the council, and our country’s representative started a fight, which turned into a war. The man is being held in Guantanamo Bay for treason. Ha ha.” Artemis said.

 

“So?” I replied quickly.

 

“Sir, we are losing this war. The government has chosen to continue with the DIE experiment, and you were chosen as a test subject.” Artemis ranted.

 

“Great. I wake up not knowing who I am, then find out that my friend is dead, then I am a knight or something, then we are losing World War Three. Against Canada! How?!” I wondered.

 

“Sir,” Artemis said, “you are a member of a secret group of wealthy people called the Omega Five.”

 

“Omega five? Who are they?” I asked.

 

“I shall explain on the way. We need to leave before the blizzard worsens.” Artemis urged.

 

“No. I wont leave my friend. Never. Never again.” I remembered.

 

“Wa…… hn……. Get……..ow!!!” I heard.

 

“Whuh? Whats going on?” I asked.

 

“John! John your awake! Finally! Get up, take your most valuables. We are leaving!” A woman said.

 

“Why? Whats going on? I’m scared mom.” I declared.

 

“We have just heard that the Twin towers have been attacked! We must leave to avoid any trouble! Pack your stuff now!” My mother struggled to speak.

 

“Mom, we cant just leave! I have friends, family, and school! Can’t forget school! Plus we have to take care of Jake! He doesn’t know that this has happened! We have to warn him!” I replied quickly. As I was running out of the house, with my mom yelling and my dad getting into his car, trying to chase me, I remembered all the good years with Jake.

 

Jake and I were friends. Good, good friends. He was as close to a brother that I could ever have. By being born five days earlier, he always was the one with the trust, and therefore could easily abuse that trust. Too bad he didn’t, we probably would have had a lot of more fun.

 

Recently, Jake’s parents were killed in a car crash. They were both driving to the grocery store, and were hit by a bus. No bodies were found, no blood, no metal, and no evidence. Only the witnesses. Apparently my family was listed in the will to take care of Jake if anything would happen to his parents.

 

Now that the Twin Towers fell, my family and I have to flee the scene, because my dad was listed as a passenger on the plane, but decided at the last moment not to go to his business trip. The police thought that this might of had something to do with the hijacking, like maybe my dad knew, and chose not to tell anyone.

 

Jake had to be warned, and had to come with us. I didn’t stop for anything before I could get him. I left the house, as quickly as possible, rushing, panting, with my cell phone and some food in my backpack. His house was about two miles away. Unfortunately, he lived very close two the twin towers, so he must of heard the explosion and been very scared.

 

I ran. Ran as fast as I could. I could feel my heart beating, sweat running down my shirt, my blood boiling, and my legs throbbing with the pain of friendship. The run took about 20 minutes and his street was flooded with debris and firefighters. He lived in apartment by himself, all by his lonesome, with the dark shadows of the twin towers. I got in his apartment, but found it to be filled with fire.

 

“Sir, we must leave!” Artemis yelled, “The storm is getting worse!”

 

“No. I won’t leave Jake.” I denied.

 

“Fine. We shall bring whoever this Jake is.” Artemis said, “Just get him and lets go.”

 

“Good.” I said. I ran in the igloo and got Jake.

 

“Sir, I have a small snow sled near here. Just about one or two miles away.” Artemis said.

 

“Two miles? That’s pretty far.” I replied back, “Do you think we will get back before the storm worsens?”

 

“If we hurry.”

 

 

[spoiler=Chapter 2: The Retreat]

We left the igloo. That sanctuary of ice. Now we were continuing down the mountain in the middle of a class 3 blizzard. I thought to myself, “How is it possible that I still don’t feel hot?” Every single flakes of crystal clear ice, touching my skin, and evaporating. That experiment must have worked for me, but not for Jake.

 

“Sir! I see the sled!” Artemis yelled.

 

“Finally! I am getting real tired of my friend on my back. Really hurts when you carry a 200 pound man for over kilometers, you know? Why did you just have to go and die Jake? Why? You gave me so much discomfort. Thanks a lot.”

 

“Sir, stop talking to yourself and get on the damn sled.” Artemis yelled.

 

“Okay, okay, no need to get all mad up on in my face.” I rebutted bluntly.

 

“Excuse my language sir, but we must leave immediately.” Artemis exclaimed. I got on the sled, and what a joyride.

 

“Whoo hoo!!! This is so much fun!!!!” I yelled while going at a 10 degree slope on the Himalayas.

 

After we unfortunately made it to the bottom, around two or three hours from the igloo, I noticed that there was a helicopter that had a weird symbol on it. Looked odd, like an omega sign.

 

“Is that the symbol of the Omega Five?” I asked.

 

“Oh, then you remember?”

 

“We come here together today to discuss of our clan. The Omega Five. Have reached a verdict in our plan. We shall go with option B.” The dark shadow exclaimed.

 

“Plan B! That’s not humane! Thousands of lives are at stake and several casualties will happen!” One member said.

 

“I am sorry Atsushi. I know that you have feelings for these people, but they are merely expendable. There is a greater force here. A force to be reckoned with. A force that’s unstoppable. That’s why we had to choose plan B!” The dark man explained.

 

“What is this force? How powerful? I bet I could take it down with one punch.” The big man grunted.

 

“No. This is not merely a wall, Aldricus, this force can obliterate the entire country of The United States of America in one shot.” The man rebuffed.

 

“Aye, so then it’s a gun then? I can take it down. No doubt about it lass.” The short man said.

 

“Even you cannot take this down. This is a A-class war cannon. A real mother ship.” The dark man said.

 

“That’s impossible! An A-class cannon has enough firepower to destroy the moon! Ailin’s explosives wouldn’t even leave a little gunpowder stain!” Atsushi said.

 

“I have something I would like to say.” I muttered.

 

“Go ahead, John.” The man in the front said.

 

“If this is an A-class war cannon, it has to be large. Very large. Lots of explosives, lots of gunpowder. It must have everything. That’s why we need to scrap plan B. I have come up with a new plan.” I remarked.

 

“Go on John…”

 

 

[spoiler=Chapter 3: The Golden Helicopter]

 

I got in the helicopter. If felt as I was lifted up in the air, as if on a cloud. “Such a soft takeoff.” I said.

 

“Yes it is sir, this is the best helicopter in the world. Only five were made.” Artemis replied.

 

“Hold on everybody were going to be going through a mountain pass with a bunch of clouds, so it could get a little wet and bumpy!” The pilot yelled.

 

“Wait… Five? One for each of the Omega Five?” I asked.

 

“Yes sir. Only the best for the most profitable organization in America.” Artemis said. That’s when it happened. Suddenly, the engine blew out gushes of oil. Black, like pure darkness leaving its occupier just before it crashes. The blades on top that spun like no more, stopped.

 

“What’s going on?!?!” I panted.

 

“I don’t know sir! We seem to have had a fuel leak!” Artemis yelled.

 

“We are going to crash if we don’t get out now!” The pilot yelled, “We have three parachutes in the storage locker in the back of the helicopter!”

 

I struggled to get out of my seat, being buckled three ways wasn’t much of a challenge, but being able to stand was. Getting up, I fell many times, because of the gravity and air being rushed into my lungs forcing me downwards.

 

My chest throbbed, hurting with every step. Blood rushing to my head, water vapor coming through the open door, making me heavier with every second. I didn’t think I could make it, and for a second, death stared me in the face.

 

I tried to open the locker, but the handle was frozen. I pushed and pulled many times, but with no luck. But, after the hundredth time, it opened. Not slow, but really, really quick. The door flew open and struck me right across my face.

 

I fell back, clinging to the side of the helicopter, yelling for help. The quick change of weight on the helicopter forced it to go left. Deep left. Artemis, with his brute strength and balance, moved to nimbly across the helicopter, grabbed me and pulled me up. Now, with the weight being focused on the back, it pulled the back of the heli.

 

It was now out of control, spinning constantly and constantly spinning. Artemis, who seemed to calm and in control, got out two of the parachutes. He put one on me, and one on himself.

 

“What about the pilot?” I asked, “What about Jack? We cant just let them crash and burn in the mountains!”

 

“Sir, we have too. We have no time left.” Artemis said.

 

And with that, he pushed me out of the helicopter.

 

 

 

 

Its not good, i know. But any thoughts would help. :D