Kevin's+Group

Police sirens blared in the distance.As two men seem to look like they were racing each other, maybe they were, police cars spun from the corner in persuite of them. The sun had just began to set over the city of Atlas on March 21, 2034 when they had finally been stoped at a gas station just a few miles outside the city. The man to the left, tall, dark haird and shaking stood there in almost complete amazment, the other man to the right, short stubby and angerd. The cars came to a complete stop makinfg a horrible screaching sound, and a voice spoke " put your hands on your head both of you!". with out a word the two men did what they were told. and before he knew it

The clang of the metal door awoke John. He arose to find himself contained by the walls made of cement and one single window that let in enough light to tease. Tease him of the freedom that he once had. Freedom that had been taken from him for a reason he still is unaware of. "Come on, time for breakfast." said John's cell mate Ron. He was a large man who had a well cut chin and a prideful vibe emanating from him, even in his current accommodations. Ron was hovered over his iron tray scarfing up some unrecognizable gruel. John confused and curious to whom the new man was walked over nervously to the additional tray laying in front of the door. His growling stomach found him the courage to eat the yellowish slop, which deceptively look reminded John of pudding. "You never get used to this stuff" said Ron now laying on a cot. "Whe...where am I? What happened? Wheres Dale?!" "Who are you talking about man?" Ron said in a sort of annoyed voice. " I....I came in with Dale didnt I?..." John said. The two stared at each other for a moment then a man in a white suit picked John up by his shirt and slammed him on the table

John found his eyes upon the guard's shirt as he holds him down. A doctor walks in and briefly explains to the guard on what to do in case "an incident" should occur. He shook in the chair, wondering what was in the vial the doctor brought in. He couldn't see much, all he saw was that the vial read "John Peterson." He was afraid this vial, with his name on it, was going to harm him. He squirmed as the doctor injected the contents of the vial into his arm. John starts to see spots, the room spins, then goes dark.

The next day, John awoke. He thought the contents of the vial were something that would've killed him. He had been sentenced to death, but yet he was still in the same cell he was yesterday. John felt sick, he couldn't stand up without coughing. So he skipped all of the meals that day. But yet, he didn't feel hungry.

News started to pass throughout the cells that many other inmates were experiencing symptoms similar to Johns. Although the side effects didn't seem fatal, he became consumed by paranoia. Questions pertaining to purpose of the vile cluttered his mind, and the side affects were a constant block to any other thought. Guards were also keeping a close, observational, eye out on all tested inmates, increasing the tension in his head.

Peace of mind came on the third day, the side effects had faded! "Subject John Peterson, your side effects have faded?" questioned the guard with a high level of curiosity. "Yes, is this a surprise? What was in that vial? I want some answers now! I've done nothing wrong! Wheres my rights?!" "Ha, rights? Here's your inmate!" Ron fell to the ground when he was pushed into the cell. The once proud looking man looked up from his groveling position. " You have no rights, your just like everyone else in this dump, a worthless low life. Now if i were you, i'd get some sleep. Tomorrow won't be to easy for you two..." John felt a slight pain in his stomach but didn't think much of it. Night turned into day and the guards clanged on the metal bars to wake the prisoners on death row. " All of you, out now! Go down to the courtyard and you will receive further instructions from there." a voice on the intercom said." Whats going on here!" a voice cried in the distance. a mob of prisoners proceeded down to the empty courtyard. A man dressed in all black with a heavy bat in his hand stood in the distance. " You all have been given the serum i presume" he said, and with out an answer he continued, " Good, now you will be put through a series of tests." The mob of prisoners began to mumble." Silence!" the man in black screamed." Now, you all will be tested although many will fail". " What do you mean fail!!" a man screamed. the man in black simply said "Die." " You cant do that to us!!" Ron cried. " I can do whatever I want, you lost all of your....well everything, your life belongs to me now. Now, you-" he pointed to John who attention was else where. " You!!" John turned quick and said "Me?" " Yes you, I want you to show me what it feels like to be you everyday in this prison" " umm you mean hit you?" "just....give me your best shot will ya?" the look of confusion feel upon Johns face " okay..." he ran at the man in black with his fist up high and struck with a force that would of knocked over a fully grown elephant, but missed soon after he felt a strong pain in his stomach and looked down to see the metal heavy bat there. the man in black pushed him back and said " Filthy vermin!" Johns eyes went blood shot red as he clutched his stomach" I'm.. I'm going to kill you" his head began to spin and he threw up blood." "Whats going on!? Why does he look like that!?" the man in black said to the three guards standing next to him. in a blink of an eye john was on top of the man in black riping his flesh from his bones and stuffing a handful of it in his mouth. He goes insane, starts to go on a rampage. He gets to the gate of the jail. Vigorously, he rips a hole in it. He is shot in this process. He runs, until he can't be seen. Silently, he maneuvers up a tree, finds a branch steady enough for his weight, rests his head, and closes his eyes. John wakes up the next day, shaking. He thinks of what he has done. He knows what he has done is wrong, but his mind told him he was right in the moment. He is afraid, like a dogmatic official after his doctrine has been disproved. He feels the blood come from his side, but yet, no pain. He longs for redemption. He screams but none hear it. Wounded, and tired from lack of proper sleep, he trudges on towards the jail fearing the bullet wound would be fatal. He approached the large fenced off facility. Due to Johns current condition he was to oblivious to notice no guards were at their post and a once restraining fence had holes punched through at various points. He went through the vistor's front doors to find no one at the desk and a blood smeared floor. "Whats going on here?!" he screamed, hobbling through the abandoned facility. Everything was silent, untill a rustling in a storage room to his left broke the tranquility. He backed away slowly as the door slowly opened.A slim man dressed in a lab coat jumped out and held a knife to John's neck. "Hey, what the hell?!" "Your not one of them? Thank god! Wait wheres the wound from..." The man seemed suspicious and kept his distance. He had short black hair, brown eyes, wasn't much taller than six feet, and must've been in his early twenties. "I need help, I've been shot, and what the hells going on here?!" badgered John with staggering emotion. "Gun shot? Phew, We'll make way to the infermery, **be quiet**, I'll explain everything once we've patched you up" The two men walked very subtly through the darkened hall ways, even in Johns current condition he was still somehow able to keep a steady hand, he seen the blood and hole through his shirt but by now felt no pain. The words "be quiet" still echoed through his cluttered mind as they made their way into a room. "Remove your shirt so we can have a look at this wound", john began taking off his shirt without question. Both looked at the area where a large blood stain once lingered to find nothing, no hole, no scar, nothing. "I thought you said you had a bullet wound?"questioned the lab worker. "I did, but its gone? Did I dream it? No! The blood was right there!" shouted john. "Be quie..." the lab worker was cut off as the door to the small room exploded acrossed the room with a thunderous noise fallowed by a shirlling scream. Standing where the door once was there was a crouched blood stained guard. His eyes were red and his jaw was stained the same color. The lab worker imidiatatly fell to his back and had a face of fear, it looked as if death had kissed him. Sudenly with remarkable speed the guard jumped a John with hands raised! John exreamly startled jumped back at him and landed a punch right at the face of the man. The force behind this punched seemed immesureable, collapsing the mans face and sending him back around fifteen feet, where a wall caught the now certainly dead man. Both lab worker, and John were short of breath from the shock. "Your one of them...we gave you the serum, why arn't you mad?! You should be rabid! This explains your healed wound and obvious inhuman strenght!" cut in the lab worker. "Its about time you begin to explain whats going on Mr.John stated in a very serious demenor. "Steave, and you, the rest of the convicts were all part of an experiment. We're developing a serium that could create a super solider, one that could wipe out armies! You've seen the strength you now posses. My question is why arn't you enraged? The rest of the subjects became mad, angry, and now have a hunger for blood. Their spreading these symptoms and the guards we're easily overpowerd. We couldn't stop them...who know whats happening on the outside." "So what's going to happen to me?" John said with a piercing voice. The scientist simply stated "I don't know". "WHAT!?" John screamed. "So your saying that I could die, dissolve, or dissapear?" "Look we created this serum to hopefully develop a super inpenatreble army of men. Our military is starting to weaken and not many are willing to enter the military. We figured using you low life convicts were going to be sentenced to death anyway, so what could go terribly wrong?" "Well obviously things are wrong!" an infuriated John said and then stormed out of the facility. Later that night John stumbled upon an abandoned super market and decided that it was a good place to stay for a night. As John layed upon the cold hard floor and looked up at the dark moldy sealing, he closed his eyes, and went to sleep. John woke up to his own self breathing heavily. He felt as if his heart was going to jump out through his chest. He jumped up, feeling as if he were floating. Roaming the store and looking for food he came to a piece of a broken mirror. As he looked down to shard he sees his face. His cheeks are built and and his chin is now bulging. His skin is full of boil like bumps and he has excessive hair everywhere. His shirt has been ripped almost complety in half. Its as if he were a mini "hulk". He is angered and worried about what he has become and takes the mirror and throws it at the wall. Pieces shatter everywhere and a large one is aimed directly at his face. He smacks it away. He looks at his hand and is amazed. He feels nothing. He is bleeding and cut though. He rips a part of his shirt off to cover the wound and suddenly his wound has dissappeared. He takes his sharp fingernail and digs it into his arm. His skin is cut and bleeding, but 2 seconds later his arm heals. He sprints to the front door and leaves the building furious. He returns to go see the scientist from the night before. As he boldly walks in he immediatly sees the scientist. The 2's eyes meet and the scientists jaw drops. John runs at him and spears him right into the wall. John has crushed his heart and lungs and broken every chest bone. Steping away, a pain free John feels he has exacted an equalizer to the scientist. Swiflty leaving John knows the power he now posses. The scientists partner sits crouched behind a door and sees everything that has just went on. He alerts the main creators of the serum and explains what has happened. The creators are now going to search for John and halt anything else that may happen to him. As John roams the streets and looks for an oppurtunity to create harm to defuse his anger he sees a thrift store and figures he could use a couple bucks and a snack. He rams the door and grabs the cashier by the neck until his face is blue and his body is limp. He takes money from the register and grabs an energy drink as he leaves the story to meet tanks, trucks and men with odd shaped guns approaching from down yonder. He notices the gun have a syringe as a clip. He realizes that they have had to be sent by creators of the serum and runs straight at the men thinking he will feel nothing. As he rips through one heavily armed truck he is shot by several syringes. He gives a booming roar and still feels nothing. As he goes to slam a man, hid body becomes limp and his heart freezes. He drops with a thunderous thud and cannot move. He lays motionless on the ground as if he were hit with a giant taser. More syringes continue to be shot and absorbed into his body. His eyes give a final blink and he faints. The scientists eventually move his body into a warehouse and he is tested. It is discovered that his dosage contained a type of acid which didn't burn the body, but it strenghted it. Scientists now know how to manipulate the serum to create a perfect army of super soldiers. The new serum is created and distributed across the country to all jails. Eventually the U.S.A. has become unstopable, creating a world wide war and demand for the serum. As country after country team up to take the serum for the U.S. they begin to weaken and destroy some super soldiers but by the time they finish their attack their country is bankrupt and deemed to be a third world country, making the globe a huge polluted wasteland.

-Remember this is'nt due to Wednesday, so we can meet up tuesday figure out how to conclude this thing and be done with it. I'm trying to make the scientist a main character and somehow get him to "spill" out all the info on how the government is creating a biological weopon.-Will

this is good stuff guys now kevin finish it up! ~Dan