Every minute that passes, you grow more sure something’s wrong.
You were born... you don’t remember. You don’t remember much of your life before the Project. They say that’s normal for someone who went through the trauma you did.
But you remember the burning pain over every millimeter of your body and inside it, too, the blinding light in your eyes, the noise so loud but you couldn’t cover your ears, the acrid taste of blood in your mouth, the paralyzation.
They say everyone you loved was gone. Dead or MIA. You don’t remember them. They say perhaps it’s for the best. They pulled you from the rubble, barely alive, the skin seared from your body, gashes in your skin, broken bones everywhere. They’ve shown you pictures. They say it’s lucky you survived. You and the other members of the Project. They say the bad people attacked you all.
You’ve been in the Project for two years now. When they saved you, the destruction had changed you. You and the others. They say you have a responsibility to use your new powers for good. They’ll point you at the targets, and you’ll save the world.
But something’s wrong. Little things make you think that perhaps they aren’t telling the full truth about the Project. Their expressions, their tones. Somehow, you’re afraid to go out in the real world for your missions.
Tick... tock...
Somehow, someway, something’s wrong.
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The Real Story:
You grew up in the real world. You had a normal life. You had a hobby or sport or job or extracurricular you were obsessed about. Friends, family, maybe a girlfriend or boyfriend. You were in college, studying to become who knows what.
They chose you because of your hobby. You and the others. They needed someone who was obsessed. Who really, honestly, truly cared. Your new power is based off this obsession.
They kidnapped you from your college two years ago, just poofed you to them. You and the others. They changed you. They buried your memories until you couldn’t access them. They created new ones. Made you utterly loyal to them. Made you believe you were friends with the others. Maybe one of them was even your boyfriend or girlfriend, according to them.
They want to use you as a team to attack entire armies. They want to rule the world.
You trust them.
...For now.
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