《The Ripper》A Blast From The Past
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A younger Eric was in a van, he was not alone. Around Eric were many other children of similar ages, all the children wore sad looks on their face as they thought of their futures. Men in suits had arrived in their small town capturing all of them and even taking out some of their parents.
“Eric I’m scared…” a young girl tugged at his sleeves. “Hey don’t be, look at me were going to be okay” Eric put up a false smile to comfort the young girl, “what about mom and dad, where are they Eric…” the tears began to form in her eyes.
Eric moved his hands up to her face cleaning her tears. “Esther… remember its me and you always okay, and as long as I am here nothing will happen.” Eric put up a comforting smile and pulled her closer to his chest, his face became solemn when she could no longer see his expression.
Looking around at the friends all around he knew that their peaceful lives were over.
The van came to a stop, and every child became alert and the fear even more evident with they all wondering the same thing, where are we. The vans opened and men in suit surrounded them with guns as they led the children out of the van.
Eric followed in to keeping his sister close at his side. The place they were in was filled with trees and the other vans which opened to let out more children, Eric and the older kids knew that they were somewhere far from civilization and their last hopes of freedom were dashed.
They were marched into some sort of facility, looking around Eric could not see any of his parents or other adults and thought to himself they might have been sent to another place or were probably somewhere in the same facility.
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Looking up at the facility, Eric could not help but wonder how long would he be here and what was in store for them. The children entered the facility in an orderly file, before them Eric could see that there were men and women in white, they began separating the children by their genders seeing this, Esther became scared holding onto Eric even tighter.
The people in white came and grabbed Esther who screamed in protest. Eric rushed towards her but was held back by the men in white, “let go. I. said. Let. Go!” Eric roared releasing his claws and his eyes began to glow he flipped the men holding him and began rushing towards the ones holding his sister. More men in white came over with batons trying to take him down but Eric was an animal relying solely on his instincts he took many of them down but just as he was about to get to his sister, he heard a thud followed by a throbbing pain in the back of his head his vision began to darken and the last thing he heard was his sister screaming out his name.
“Esther!” Eric woke up with a jolt screaming for his sister, he looked around to see he was surrounded by children all in white who had stepped back probably scared by his outburst. He tried to get too his feet but he felt he was restrained, looking down he realized he was in white like the rest but unlike the rest he was in restraints his arms and feet were cuffed.
As he was staring at his restraints, a figure crushed into him nearly sending him down, after a closer look the figure it was none other than his sister. “Esther, oh my God are you okay? Did they do anything to you?” “its good to see your up”, a voice interrupted the siblings moment. Eric moved in front of his sister, “its okay brother he is a good guy” Esther tugged at his clothes.
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Seeing Eric calm down the boy continued, “you are Eric I presume, I am David and I am just like you.” With his words his eyes gave of a faint blue glow, a silver liquid flowed from his hand before solidifying into a staff. Seeing this Eric’s earlier suspicion that all the kids here might be like he and his sister was proven, “where are we?” Eric asked David his wariness against him gone now he knew they were all of the same kind.
“The same facility”, “what do these guys truly want from us.” Eric’s anger and frustration could be heard as he spoke “to experiment on us probably, your earlier outburst was inspirational, dumb… but inspirational nonetheless.” Eric’s expression changed unhappy about being called dumb by some kid he just met but just as he was about to argue the only door in this place was opened and men with guns came into the place.
The men moved away making way for another man who were a white lab coat with a pair of glasses atop the bridge of his nose, the top of his nose facing his demeanor all the children knew he was in charge. The man began walking straight through the children accompanied by the guards he soon arrived before Eric and came to a stop looking down into his eyes, Eric stared back at him the man held his gaze for a few moments before breaking into a smile.
“well, hello there..”
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