The Color Red.
The first and last thing I ever saw was red; my whole world was covered in bright red. I was never given a name, because my body never completed the process into the final stage. Names were only given to the ones who succeeded in completing the final change. It was a symbol of honor. I had been born in a place I called the Camp. The master created us to be stronger, faster, and emotionless, unlike normal humans. We were created for war. Some of us though, couldn’t get past our humanity to complete the change.
I awoke in an alley way, covered in red. It was so cold, I could see my breath. The air was filled with the smell of iron, a quite disgusting smell. There were other people lying around me. They were my fellow failures. Our bodies had rejected us. So master no longer had any use for us, and he disowned us. Master only kept the ones who completed the final stage, and could use to further his research. None of them seemed to be moving. I was the last one alive.
A light appeared, and was doing sweeping motions across the alley floor. Someone was coming near.
“Hey! I found somebody, she’s still alive!” A man stopped, and knelt down beside me.
“Hey kid, are you alright? Its okay now, we’re here to help. Everything is going to be alright.” Another man came, and they loaded me up onto a stretcher, all the time reassuring me I was going to be ok. Once I was in the ambulance, the siren started wailing, and we raced off to the hospital. The siren was so loud, but it gradually became quieter, my world darkening, until I finally fell into unconsciousness. When I awoke once more, I was lying in a bed. I was hooked up to some machines, and there was a soft beeping sound in the background. The room was completely white, except for me. I was still covered in red. There was a nurse doing something next to me. When she noticed I was awake, she asked me in a gentle voice,
“How are you feeling, honey?” I stared at her for a second, and then replied,
“I can’t feel anything. Pain is meaningless.”
Once our bodies began to reject us, we could only feel none stop, searing pain. The master gave us a blue substance to numb, and kill our senses so that we couldn’t feel it.
The nurse had a confused look on her face as she left the room and a man entered. He was wearing all black; he sat down in the chair at the end of my bed. And spoke to me,
“May I ask you a few questions?”
“I guess.” When I spoke, my voice was hardly louder than a whisper.
“What were you doing in that alley?”
I had no response, I just shook my head. Outsiders are not allowed to know personal information on us. He continued,
“Can you tell me what happened?”
Once again, I had no answer for him; all I did was look down. The man sighed,
“I’ll be back later when you’re feeling more cooperative.” The man stood up and left, and I was alone again. What had happened in the alley is to never be known to outsiders. After a certain amount of failures had occurred, we were gathered together, and taken away from the Camp, and disposed of. Master had created other creatures to deal with the disposing of us. They were like chimeras, a mix between a lion, lizard, and wolf. It was their job to kill us, and to get rid of our bodies. But today, something had disrupted the procedure. An elderly couple had wandered by the alley, saw what was happening, and called the police. The chimeras fled, and left the bodies behind and me alive. I was not fooled though. I knew that I was not going to live much longer. I was a failure, and failures were eliminated.
After a few hours, another man came. I smiled at him; I knew him. He had completed the final stage. He was a success, and my best friend inside the Camp. He pulled something out of his pocket, next thing I heard was a bang, and my world was covered in red once more.