19 January 2013
"Change operation setting up. Lock all doors." A voice disturbed my sleep. Why was I sleeping again? My eyes shot open, only to reveal a white room with a operating table and several instruments that looked like torture tools. I was being dragged in (more like hauled in) by two guards, both as massive as mountains. God, this was my worse nightmare, being forced into being someone I wasn't. I'd rather be dead. Nobody knew what happened in this room, they only knew that once they went in, they wouldn't be the same. Some would become a dull, pea-brain human, almost like machines, while others became cold, unvincible soldiers, just like the ones that captured me, and there was a third type of Changed. Those were the most dangerous, een more than the Capturers, and those were the Operators. They were the ones that transformed a human into a sack of potatoes, a killing machine, or one like themselves. There were catagories inside those, too. The Potatoe Sacks could become engeneers or street cleaners or grocery clerks, among other things, while Capturers could be Spies, Searchers, or Snatchers, and the Operators could be Assistants or Neurologists (to mess around with the former Potatoe Sacks brains) or the Premologists (to change people into the Capturers). There were rumors of what happened in this room, but they weren't comforting. My eyes finally rested at a man in a lab coat, and I gasped. A flicker of recognision lit up his eyes, but just as quickly disapeared before anyone else noticed. There was a woman beside him, and she smiled and looked at me as if she was starving and I was a nice, warm loaf of bread. I felt a shiver crawl up my spine, and I wondered which catafory I would be put into. "Hello, Callie. Shall we test your abilities? I'd hate to waste any of yours." said the woman besides my brother.
Captured Part 3 • Opuss № I