The Evolution

I woke up in a room with doctors in white lab coats surrounding me. I tried to move, but my wrists, ankles, and head were tied down with straps. I can’t remember anything. For instance how I got here, who they were, or anything. I can’t even think of my name. My memory has been completely wiped. Just then a man in a suit stepped forward and stood over me. He was smiling as if he had just accomplished something.

“How do you feel,” he asked me.

“Horrible. What’s going on,” I asked weakly.

“This is the new you,” he said smiling ear to ear.

*One Month Earlier*

As I was walking home, I was thinking about what was happening to the government. All over the world the governments were literally going to Hell.They think that it is the best way to create a new government that will do better than the old. They thought it was a better way to improve the economy. They were broadcasting these channels that were supposed to brainwash most of the people, but a few lucky people caught onto what they were doing. The few lucky ones destroyed their TVs and went into hiding. The government were rounding up people under or the age of 16 to create some kind of isolated group of kids they could brainwash into believing in what they believe in. They thought that children 15 to 16 would be the perfect people to do their dirty work for them. The children 3 to 14 were being trained to be the future leaders of the world. My town had caught onto what the government was doing in enough time to protect everyone. Now, the entire town lives in the underground tunnels.

My older brother who's 18, my mother, my father, and I are all that's left of my family. My other brother, Cavin, was the first to be lost to this. He came here looking for us after the whole town went underground. I crept out onto the deserted streets one night while everyone one was asleep and met him. I could tell it wasn't him from the very beginning because his once bright eyes were now dull. He kept trying to convince me to come with him. That I would have a better future with them, but I kept saying... screaming no. As I tried to walk away, he grabbed my wrist and started to drag me down the street toward a car. I screamed at the top of my lungs and put up a hell of a fight, but he was too strong. When I was about to be thrown into the backseat of the car, there was a beer bottle laying on the side of the street, so I picked it up with my free hand and hit him upside the head. He collapsed onto the street. I immediately took off running as fast as I could. When I was sure he wasn't following me, I went underground. That memory is what keeps me fighting against the entire government. They took someone who I loved. I will eventually get my revenge.

I grabbed my bag because today was my day to go get the necessary supplies for the town.

Before I could even get to the top of the stairs, my mother grabbed my wrist and exclaimed, "What do you think you're doing?"

"I'm going to get food and stuff for the town. Now can you please let go," I said looking down at the ground.

"Um you're not going. You're only 16, Anna," she sternly said.

"It's my day, and I'm going," I said, and I pried my wrist free from her hold.

Before she could say anything else, I was out in the open. The next town, Macen, was about ten miles east of the Yanzee River. I looked up at the birds flying above me and smiled. This is what life should be about. Not some corrupt idiotic government enslaving people.

One hour later...

There was one abandoned small family owned business that was at the edge of Macen stocked full of canned food. It looked normal on the outside, but in the inside it looked like a haunted house. There were cobwebs everywhere. The paint was coming off the walls. Rats were also a major concern. I tried to ignore that as I quietly went in through the back door. I need to get out of here as quickly and quietly as I can. I quickly tiptoed over to canned food isle and stuffed my bag halfway full of canned foods. Then I grabbed bottles of water and put them in my bag. As I was walking toward the back door, a gigantic rat with beady eyes and razor sharp yellow teeth scurried over my foot. I jumped back, dropped my bag, and let out a muffled squeak. In horror, the rat ran off into a small hole in the wall. I quickly picked up the bag and started to run as quietly as I could.

No one was around to have heard me rummaging around in the store. I quickly started to walk in the opposite direction. I decided to take a short cut through the woods. The woods would be the safest place for me right now. I took the trail that I used to hike when I was younger with my mother. I was soon lost in my own thoughts as I walked back home. Before I even realized it, I was downtown about a quarter mile from the entrance to our secret town.

Just then a huge black van pulled up to the stop sign in front of me. I knew it was the government’s van because they have been all over the news. I dropped my bag and started to run as fast as I could in the opposite direction. I heard heavy footsteps behind me, but I kept running until I got into the city. I made a left, and I was in a dead end alley. I turned around to see three huge men in black suits standing there. One of them had a needle, one had a gun, and the last one had a folder.

The one in front stepped forward and said, “Listen, we don’t want to hurt you. We just want you to come with us. We’ve seen your school records. We could use someone like you. We could offer you anything in the world if you come with us willingly.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a metal pole laying on top of a garbage can.

“What makes you think I would want to come with you willingly? Why would I ever want to believe in enslaving people just to make the economy better,” I yelled loudly.

Before they could say or doing anything, I grabbed the metal pole and threw it at the man who was holding the gun. It hit him in the head, and he fell over unconscious. The other two men ran at me as I frantically searched for something to defend myself, but before I could find anything the man with the folder pinned me against the wall. The other man plunged the needle into my neck. Then I felt my head getting all foggy. Everything around me started to spin and get hazy. The last thing I could remember was me falling to the ground, and a man picking me up. When I woke up, I was in a black leather chair. My wrists and ankles were bound to the arms and legs of the chair with straps. My head was pounding. A huge black desk was sitting in front of me. Behind the desk, was a huge man wearing an all-black suit with a black tie. His hair was slicked down to the side and neatly parted on the side. He looked to be about thirty. His eyes were an eerie color of gray. He was holding a folder filled with papers.

He finally said, “Nice to meet you, Anna. My name’s Sam Diller. The restraints are just a precaution we have to take.”

“How do you know my name,” I whispered as I struggled to break free.

He smiled and said, “This folder contains all of your medical information, school records, birth certificate, and achievement records. I obtained it shortly before my men caught you. You have no reason to fear us though. We want to give you the best possible way of living.”

“So you’re part of the government, broke the medical privacy law, and have no reason to kidnap me,” I questioned.

“Sweetheart, I have all the reason to take you. You will be a valuable asset to us as soon as you undergo some necessary procedures, but first I have one question to ask,” he said.

I started to open my mouth to say something, but he interrupted.

“Where is your town hiding,” he asked.

I laughed and exclaimed, “Why would I tell you that? So you can ‘take’ and brainwash them too? No freaking way.”

“There’s no need to get an attitude. Just tell me where they are,” he said getting annoyed.

“No,” I shouted.

He sighed and hissed, “Then, we will have to do this the hard way.”

He slammed the folder down on his desk and pressed a button on the intercom.

A woman said, “Yes, Mr. Diller?”

He looked at me, smiled, and said, “Will you send in Mr. Taylor and Mrs. Wills?”

She said, “Of course sir.”

A few seconds later, a cruel looking man and woman wearing lab coats came walking in. They were rolling a cart that had needles, an IV drip, and monitor on it. I started to struggle against the restraints, but it wouldn’t budge. When I turned around, one of the men stuck a needle in my neck. I could feel the warm liquid flowing through my veins. My eye lids started to get heavy, but they didn’t close. Then, they put a needle connected to an IV into my hand. After that, they put wires that were connected to the monitor on my forehead. They moved over to the side of the room with the monitor.

Mr. Diller was still sitting behind the desk watching me.

He said, “The liquid that they just injected you with will make your body and mind relax. The liquid that’s in the IV will make you tell the truth about anything I ask you. There’s no use in trying to resist it.”

I couldn’t hold up my head anymore, so it lolled to the side. He got out of his chair and sat on the edge of his desk right in front of me.

“Now, where is your town hiding,” he asked.

I felt the overwhelming desire to tell him where they were at. The drugs were making it harder and harder to keep it a secret. I bit my tongue so hard that I could taste blood. I started to shake my head trying to get the drugs outs of my head.

Then, one of the scientist said, “Sir, she’s resisting it. Do you want us to up the dosage?”

Mr. Diller looked at me and said, “You’re more special than we thought. Up the dosage.”

One of the scientists pushed a button, and I suddenly couldn’t fight the drugs anymore.

“They’re hi-hiding them in the o-old t-tunnels under-underground,” I mumbled.

“There are no records that there are tunnels under that town,” Mr. Diller said.

“That’s be-because i-it was kep-pt a s-secret,” I shakily mumbled.

He walked closer to me and put his hand on my face and said, “You see that wasn’t so hard. You’ve been a big help.”

He looked over at the scientists and nodded. My eyelids finally shut completely.