《Experiment 636》Chapter 6- Stories
Advertisement
Seth’s face remained bandaged for the next few weeks after the incident. His wounds were never attended to properly, so they would most likely scar. Seth didn’t seem to mind though, he said he thought they made him look tough. When 636 asked him to clarify, he added that he’d always wanted battle scars. She had rolled her eyes at him and that was the end of the conversation but in truth she too admired the scars. Every time she looked at his face, she was reminded of what he did for her.
No one had ever defended her like he had. When Dr. Willow had pulled out the knife, the blonde haired boy didn’t hesitate to come to her rescue.
The daily shots had stopped for 636. Every time the golden liquid was brought to them, the doctors only injected Seth. It took a lot of convincing from 636 to get him to cooperate. Now he didn’t fight them whenever they came by and that was good enough to keep the doctors pleased.
The two lay on their mats every night, Seth telling her stories about the outside world. These stories were always 636’s favorite part of the day. He told her about the creatures that had emerged years before he was born. How they had destroyed many of the civilizations. Only a few groups remained but they were constantly at odds with each other. Seth had told her that his mother was one of the leaders of said groups. When he talked about his mother, his face always seemed to brighten. 636 hoped that one day, she’d meet the woman who could put such a big smile on him.
Even though the world was ruined, according to Seth, 636 dreamed of seeing it. Dreamed of feeling the sun on her face and the grass between her toes. She wanted to see the animals, even the creatures Seth told her were dangerous. Even when he had called them monsters, she still wondered what they would look like.
Advertisement
All the stories Seth would tell her, made 636 wonder how he got here. Outsiders were never taken in. They never became experiments like her.
“Seth?” 636 couldn’t contain her curiosity.
Seth was currently making another thing from the hay in his mat and paused his movements to look at her, raising a brow in question.
“How did you end up here?” 636 wanted to know. It was one of the few things that plagued her mind constantly.
Seth didn’t meet her eyes, instead he found the ground to be a more interesting subject of his attention. He was silent, remembering the moments before he was taken to the lab. 636 could have sworn she saw him cringe at the memories. Not wanting to press him anymore, she got up and started to move her mat away.
“My mom made a mistake.” 636 stopped, eyes widening. She didn’t think he was going to answer.
Turning around, she saw Seth still had his eyes downcast and a grave look on his face.
“We were being chased down by a rival group. I’m not sure why to be honest, but instead of sending me away with the rest of our group, she grabbed me and ran in the opposite direction.” Seth cleared his throat and finally looked up at 636. “The people after our group went after me and my mother instead of the others.
“We kept running until we came to a rocky ravine. She told me to climb down but she didn’t follow me when I did.” Seth’s voice got softer and he resumed his fidgeting. “I guess she was trying to buy me time.”
His eyes grew teary and voice started to crack, like he was trying to put up a strong front but didn’t have any more strength to show. “I heard her try to talk to them but they just wouldn’t listen to her. They kept telling her that she needed to hand something over.” Seth looked up at the ceiling in an attempt to keep his tears from falling. “I don’t know why she didn’t listen. Why she didn’t hand whatever they wanted over to them.”
Advertisement
A single tear fell down his face and he quickly wiped it away. “I heard the gunshot and I ran. I didn’t know what to do so I just… ran. But I ended up in front of the scientists here and the next thing I knew I was waking up in a cell.” More tears were falling down his face, 636 did her best to stop and wipe away as many as possible but eventually gave up. Seth, too, no longer tried to stop his tears.
636 took hold of his hand through the bars and pulled him closer. This time, their hug through the bars was a lot more comfortable than when they had first tried.
“I’m sorry Seth.” 636 had never tried to comfort anyone and didn’t know where to start. What would Seth do if their roles were reversed? “I don’t remember my mother.” She hadn’t realized she said it out loud until Seth tightened his embrace.
“I’m going to get you out of here. I’m going to escape and take you with me. I want to show you the sun, Sunshine.” They both chuckled at the nickname. “I won’t run away from people who need me again.”
“Promise?”
“I promise.” Seth pushed away and held her at arms length so he could look her in the eyes. His blue eyes looked even more mesmerizing glassed over with tears. “I promise that I will get you out of here. This place doesn’t deserve to have you. No one belongs in a cage. So I promise you, I’ll do what I can to get you out.”
636 held up her pinkie finger, remembering what Seth had done the last time they made a promise to each other. When she told him he’d be the first person she told her real name to if she ever figured out what it was.
Seth smiled and hooked his finger around hers.
At the sound of the doors opening, both teens looked at the cage entrance. Reluctantly, they rose up from the floor, ready to meet the scientists for what they could only assume were the daily shots of the golden liquid.
But Seth’s cell door was never opened. He looked at the scientists cautiously, not trusting them to be near 636.
Dr.Willow walked up to 636 and gave her his signature smile. The smile that never seemed to fully reach his eyes.
“Come with me 636.” He held out his hand for her to take and she looked at it wearily. She hadn’t been taken in for tests since Seth was brought here.
“What are you going to do to her?” Seth asked Dr.Willow and showed that he had no intention of letting them take her.
“That is none of your concern 752.” Dr.Willow answered. “Your roles here are very different.”
636 looked over to Seth and saw how hard he was balling his fists. She knew he would snap at any minute.
“It’ll be okay.” She smiled at him. “I’ll see you soon. Cause I’ll come back soon.”
Seth turned his attention back to 636. She could tell he didn’t want her to go with Dr.Willow but eventually he nodded his head.
Dr.Willow grabbed 636’s shoulder and guided her out of the cell and down the hallway. She couldn’t resist the urge to look back at Seth.
He was clutching the bars at his cell and watching her. She smiled at him as she rounded the corner but never saw if he smiled back.
Advertisement
- In Serial82 Chapters
Dungeon Core/Realm Heart
Dao Lord Brandr has cheated death many times over the millennia, enough to know that this time he should have died. There was just no surviving what had happened to him. Fortunately or unfortunately, he did. Well... that depends on what you call surviving really. His body is gone and so is pretty much all of his mighty cultivation base. To add to this, he has suffered severe damage to his soul and as if that wasn't bad enough he's lost, far away from any world he knows and maybe even his universe. Now, he's just learned from a being called a sprite that he's some sort of sentient mystic realm called a dungeon and that just for the crime of existing, there would be legions of enemies planning to pillage and destroy him. It's okay though. Apparently, he can make legions of his own. Seeing what he has to work with, Brandr decides that perhaps, all is not lost after all...
8 329 - In Serial9 Chapters
A-Live AI
The year is 2247. For almost two hundred years Sentient AI research has been banned. Everyone knew this, and yet no one has ever given up on finding the perfect setup for it. Restricted AI are rare, but possible to get ahold of if you have the money and the clout to get through the law for it. Especially when it deals with the military. Alfred Homis is an engineer and has spent the last three years working for the United Terran Military's Research and Exploration Department. Specifically to help build a 'shackled' AI who's prime directive was to explore potentially habitable worlds. Worlds that are far cheaper to colonize and add to the United Terran Directorate's fold than terraforming. During the AI's maiden voyage things go horribly wrong, taking Alfred Homis along for the ride. Thrown into a parallel universe where the laws of physics are just a little messed up, Alfred finds himself trapped inside the very machine he'd helped to build. Add magic, hostile fantasy creatures, and two different pantheons of 'Gods' to the mix and things get even more complicated. Oh, and an invasion between universes to boot. But that's just all in a days work though for Alfred, the AI Lord. Authors Note: Hi guys! Long time no see. And yes, I know that's all on me. But I blame life for that. Anyway, this is my new work, and I hope you guys enjoy it! The chapters are a little shorter than I'd previously posted in my other stories, but I cannot say that I have the same amount of time or energy to write them like that anymore. Sorry about that. Still, some warnings: There is cursing in this story. I am not going to edit it out. There will be sexual content later. Blood, gore and cruel depictions are all planned. If that isn't your thing, I'd suggest you turn back now. There is also my dry, and often not-so-funny sense of humor. And oh, it's all in first person gain. Haha. I just tend to write better that way. If none of that bothers you, then enjoy the read! Feel free to comment, point out mistakes, or make suggestions! Reviews are nice too, but please lay off the criticism until the story gets good and going. Thank you. Note 1: Some edits to the synopsis.
8 76 - In Serial23 Chapters
Smells Like Winter
"Don't touch me, your hands are cold."Maddy Wesley was your typical 16-year-old high school student, a wallflower with excellent grades, a good taste for vanilla ice cream and a normal, somewhat dull life.Until a virus broke out. A virus that brought winter back in the heart of London.And there she is now, stuck in detention for the first time in her entire life because she was late to school on the very day the students were supposed to get vaccinated.Yes, vaccinated. But there's something menacing about the way the school nurse shoves the pointy syringe in each student's skin, something that makes Maddy's hair stand on edge. Something that tells her to run."Run."
8 284 - In Serial9 Chapters
Chaos: Another World Betrayal
It feels like an eternity since I was trapped within this dungeon... My arms have been crushed, my spine is broken, and my friend is dead. I was summoned to this other world along with my classmates in order to save it, but being betrayed by one of my classmates, I fell deep into one of the dungeons. My friend sacrificed himself to keep me alive. And it also seems that the people of this kingdom have been lying... ‘Demons are evil!’ Don’t make me laugh! They’re the ones who saved me! I swear I’ll get back out of here and destroy everything. Not one person will survive my wrath. Wait for me motherf*ckers, because your worst f*cking nightmare’s still alive!
8 60 - In Serial9 Chapters
Adam & Eve: A Romantic Sci-Fi
After hundreds of years traversing the vastness of interstellar space, the ship's artificial intelligence begins gestating frozen embryos. It will raise and educate the men and women who will colonize a new world. Unfortunately, the gestation chamber fails after only two children are birthed. With questions to homeworld requiring years for an answer, the AI is uncertain how to continue the mission as their destination looms closer. Meanwhile, alone on the ship, the two children grow into adults under the watchful eye of the AI and its robotic avatars. ------------ Release Dates Prologue — 2022 June 24 Chapter 1 — 2022 June 24 Chapter 2 — 2022 July 01 Chapter 3 — 2022 July 07 Chapter 4 — 2022 July 14 Chapter 5 — 2022 July 21 Chapter 6 — 2022 July 28 Epilogue — 2022 August 04 [end] STEM Puzzles — 2022 August 04 Copyright © 2021, Mark Wilkinson. All rights reserved. No part of this book shall be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means, electronic, mechanical, psychic, copying, recording, or otherwise, without the written permission of the publisher. Published by MarkWilx, MarkWilx and the MarkWilx logo are trademarks owned by Mark Wilkinson. Cover image: Composition by Mark Wilkinson via Affinity Designer by Serif; background, “GOODS/ERS2 FIELD,” by Hubble Space Telescope; public domain; credits: NASA, ESA, R. Windhorst, S. Cohen, M. Mechtley, and M. Rutkowski (Arizona State University, Tempe), R. O’Connell (University of Virginia), P. McCarthy (Carnegie Observatories), N. Hathi (University of California, Riverside), R. Ryan (University of California, Davis), H. Yan (Ohio State University), and A. Koekemoer (Space Telescope Science Institute). Text: Title text is Edwardian Script by International Typeface Corporation. Header text is Myriad Pro (sans-serif) by Carol Twombly and Robert Slimbach, Adobe. Body text is Minion Pro (serif) by Robert Slimbach, Adobe; and Courier (fixed-width) by Howard “Bud” Kettler, IBM. Font appearance may vary in electronic presentations. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. The author does not imply an interpretation of, nor does he contest, the account of Adam & Eve contained in Genesis, The Holy Bible, which can be found at the website for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints or other Christian faiths. He invites all to read and ponder this book of scripture, and to seek divine inspiration in discovering its teachings. Disclaimer: This book is also available for purchase as a DRM-free ePub or Mobi from Amazon Kindle, Apple Books, Barnes & Noble, Drive-Thru Fiction, Google Play, and Rakuten Kobo.
8 322 - In Serial35 Chapters
Memento Mori
(a poetry book)Darling, are we foreign in time, or often overlooking the love we held for one another? the hush of the aftermath; sinks into your skin deeper than my staples, the chasm of my voice, that alerts the pool between your legs. lover of i, was i a lover of you, or a distant stranger? there is a devil on your shoulder, who doesn't understand, that we're alone together, in mori's playground. but this is the tragedy of love, when we end up beholding and withdrawing, and end up in a swift tune of memento mori.welcome, to the depth of every 'i hate you', and every suppressed 'i love you'. after all, we're wishing upon a fault star, my one.A book for the lost, for love, for the pain; for you.
8 342

