Super Soldiers Chaper 1-2

I'm a soldier...
My purpose is to serve and die...
I'm not allowed to disobey...
I'm to carry out my job as quickly as possiable...
If information gets out about me I am to be destroyed...

That was my moto. What I grew up believing...

Super Soldier's Memory

I was a soldier. Part of a super soldier project by the goverment. I don't remember how I came into existance. I can't remember having parents or muchless a birthday. I can only remember just...Existing.

I grew up on a military base and research facility somewhere. I was told at a very early age that I'm going to be part of a grand project that will help all of humanity. I had no clue what they were talking about, but by their expressions I figured it was something very good. I was excited to be part of something so great.

I can't remember having parents cause I had so many. I came to realize that none of them were my parents. They were all researchers and scientists acting like parents. They seemed to take turns taking care of me hourly. I was constantly monitored and tested as a baby.

The tests were simple really. I'd be given toys and told that I could play with any toy I liked and build anything I wanted. My mind would be monitored in this test. I'd be hooked up to many cords but still had enough mobility to play. I played with many things as my mental status was monitored.

When I could run with out falling on myself the tests became a bit larger. I'd be monitored when running. Watched when put in a maze like some sort of test rat. I was always given a treat at the end and told good job like some pet. I didn't know I was just an experiment. I thought that this was just how everyone would grow up. This was what I believed to be "Normal."

I don't know when it was, but I knew I was a little taller. I'd guess I was 9...I was told that I was implanted with explosives. If I were to be a "Bad Child." Then I'd explode. I hadn't a clue what they were telling me. Even with all I taught. I just knew that when I was told that I was looked at diffrently. Like I was some sort of thing, and inanimate object...

The tests would become worse from then on. I was still learning and everything. I was even being taught to use a gun. I remember that while I was being taught there was always a guard looking at me. As though I were some sort of criminal or monster.

I was injected and given many diffrent types of drugs in order to increase my performance. The hell began there.

In a Cell

I sat in my room at the research facility trying to get myself to stop shaking from everything I was told to take. I wear a white suit, like a hospital patient. My stomach reatched. I fell off the bed to my knees, with my arms to my stomach, holding it. I began vomiting...Again...

I stayed still for a few minutes. Trying to regain my body. I began to vomit one last time. After that I got up and walked to the sink. I threw cold water on my face and cleaned myself off. I layed down on my bed. Staring at the wall where the door was to the right of where my bed was. It was a few feet away but that didn't really matter to me. This room was just my home, simply put.

A scientist walked in and looked around the room. I rolled to avoid looking at the scientist. I could hear the researchers pen working away on a peice of paper and clipboard. I closed my eyes trying to ignore the scientist. I heard the clipboard get set down by a near by table. The scientist gagged at the smell of vomit then looked at me, "So..." The scientist began, "Have you been feeling well?" He asked.

I didn't respond to him. I kept quiet, trying to ignore him. He sighed, "Have you been feeling good, or bad?" He asked again. I stayed silent then answered back, "How would you feel..If you throwing up everything in your body and taking strange medicines, shots, and pills everyday?" I said quietly.

The scientist began writing on his clipboard again then spoke, "I wouldn't know...Thats why im asking you." He wrote a little more than set his clipboard back down, "What has been happening to you in the past few days?" He asked.

I just wanted him to go away. I didn't want to be asking these questions he already knows. They're monitoring me all the time anyways, "Shaking..Vomiting..Dizziness..Blurred vision..." I told him quietly as though I were talking to myself. I could hear more writing then the scientist got up, "Thank you..Thats what I needed to know..." He left the room closing and locking the door.

I felt like breaking something, but my body felt too weak to move. I began to fall asleep for a while. A couple hours had passed when I heard someone else walk into the room. It was a combat instructor by the name of, Sherry Lowe, "Its time to get up!" She yelled into the room. I snapped a wake and began to move. I sat up in the bed looking around blindly--Another side effect from everything I take.--I sat there for a while till my vision slowly began to come back. I could feel my iris moving, adjusting, and focusing my vision. I could see every imperfection to the high gloss floor. My vision became that of a normal persons as I got up.

"Its about time.." The instructer spoke. Her voice echoed a little in the almost empty room, "You know where to go right?" I stood infront of her looking down at the ground silently. A few seconds passed, "Well?" She asked again. Her voice began to get irritated. I nodded and began walking, pushing her aside. That was probably a bad thing to do. She stumbled al little from the light push. She ran out into the hallway as I walked down to the combat instruction room, "Hey!" She yelled, "You physically attack anyone here in any way! You know what will happen don't you?!" She yelled angrly. I ignored her and continued walking.

My name is simply known as "S53." The "S" Standing for surviving. The "53" Being my number in my batch. I'm one of many genticly created humans and volunteer subjects. The volunteer from the US Army didn't last as long as the rest of us. They all seemed to die a few weeks after being put into the project. I'm part of the Omicron Batch. Techincaly my full name would be "S-Omicron 53."

I entered the combat room and started to get geared up when a hand fell upon my shoulder. I looked back at the commanding officer here, "Theres no need to get geared up...Today is diffrent." He said smiling. He was looking at me with a sort of achievement in his eyes. He handed me some new clothes. They were clothes I haven't seen before, besides seeing them in magazines.

I was wearing a new red shirt that had a crosshair on it and a camo sweatshirt. My pants were long camo cargo pants. I looked like some of the people who were about my age..Whatever my age was. I sat down at a table and looked over at the general who was picking up papers. He sat down across from me then began speaking, "Omicron 53...Your being removed from here into normal work. Your being put into a S.W.A.T. Team to go quell riots happening in southern california. You're to go by the new name of, Lire Kanji. Your new commander will be police cheif, Miguel Garcia." He began to straighten the papers then handed me them. There were some airline tickets and a bunch of other documents. I looked up at him questioningly, "You need to sign the papers before you arrive in southern california." He set a gun ontop of them, "This is your new weapon. A, Smith and Wesson double action .45 ACP Semi-Automatic compact pistol. It'll be able to get past metal detectors by pressing the button located near the safty switch."

I picked up at the gun looking at it from all around. I was just about to hit the button when the commander took the gun, "When the button is pressed it'll stay on for 48 hours. It won't be able to turn on again. So use it once, and only once. We'll get you to the air port in a few hours. Until then we want all the forms filled out. Your age is 22, your name is Lire Kanji, Your gender is male, Your parents are Yurahara Kanji and Jenny Anderson. You attended at Alexander Hamilton Senior High School." He handed me another peice of paper, "This is your birth certificate and citizen license. No one is allowed to know that you don't actually exist. In a way your being born today." He began to leave the room, "We leave at 1700 hours."

With that he left, leaving the gun on the desk. I picked it up and examined it. I switched off the safty and pulled back on it. I fired a few rounds at a wall then switched the safty back on. I slid the gun into a pocket then walked back to my room carrying the papers, "So im finally leaving this place.." I said to myself.

A few hours passed of filling out papers and nearly falling asleeping from signing each one. A person walked in just as I finished. She was wearing a casual buiness suit and a suit case, "Hand me the papers and put the gun in the breif case." She spoke. I nodded and handed her the papers, "Switch on the gun now. The commander forgot to mention the gun also bypasses x-ray examinations. The gun is completely invisible to air port security." She said waiting for me.

I opened up the suit case. Noticing a few extra clothes in there, "Wont they check the inside?" I asked. The woman sighed then pushed down on the suitcase brand logo. A compartment fell open. It was just big enough to store the gun. I put it in then closed it up.