Am I perfect yet?

Am I fully finished?

I feel—

Nothing, really

No emotions plague me

I just want it to stop

I just want my creator

To finally

See me as something

**Worthy**

Of their love

I’ve read about love

And families and children

Are they the parent?

Taking care of me

With the pricking

And prodding of my skin

The constant tear and stitches of limbs

Eye modifications

Lip, ears

Are they t...

Frankanjean was a disabled person from birth not able to go out and do as much as you wanted as a child he was experimenting on by giving gene therapy. They gave him like super immune system subway cybernetic implants such as legs eyes to stop his body from destroying the cells in the body, he was able to leave a normal life but also he excelled physically in sports which gave him an edge. I’ve be...

Needles poke

Fingers prod

The white coats enter

My room of four walls

Stark and white

Are the walls and my door

They open once a day

To show me more

More of the burning

The sting and the pain

The comes and never leaves

My every day

I’m just an object

Their favorite toy

Tug and scratch

Rub and peel

Goes my endless wheel

And when I sleep

After they leave

I think of this room

I’ll never leave

I’m me...

I toss and turn in this bed that isn’t mine, the sheets scratching my skin, the blankets barely keeping me warm. I’m tempted to ask for another blanket, but then the staff will know that I’m not asleep, which will be seen as a “regression” in my treatment. Which means a longer stay. Which means a higher chance of being Wiped.

So I close my eyes and pretend to be asleep when the night nurses come...

My eyes flickered open. I was in the white room. Again. As I looked up, I let out a shaky breath. Behind the tinted window, I could just make out his frowning face, and I could see he was searching mine, trying to piece together the puzzle of what I was thinking. I winced as u saw him reach for the button. A drop of salty sweat trickled down my forehead and landed on the polished floor in front of...

FREE. Finally Free!!

After years of experimentation, he was finally released into the world. The amount of needles that had been put into his body had now left scars and marks everywhere.

From when he was given to the labs at 5 years old to now, it had been 15 years. For what reason he was experimented on, was a mystery. But he did know that he would go into the world and find a life.

He had...

Cold. It soaks up through my bare feet and into my veins, turning them to ice. I’ve never been cold before, but I know what it is. When a cold needle touches my skin or the feel of an ice cube in my mouth. (I stole one when I snuck out of my room once).

A deep breath, and I take a tiny step. For the first time since The Incident I’m free.

I don’t remember much about my life before The Incident...

I crawl through the cold, hard floor of the hospital. The lights are out and i set fire to my room so no one can come get me or find me. The smoke is dark and thick, it’s hard to find my way. My head smashes against a large door. I somehow mange to get myself to stand up on my numbs that I’m forced to call legs and crash the door open. The cool white light shinning in the sky as i admire the white...

As I breach the darkness that has surrounded me my whole life i immdediantly get blinded by a bright light, so bright my eyes sting for three minutes straight and i collapse to the ground. As i collapse to the ground i feel something, something spiky. As my vision is restored small green spikes are all around me, but they don’t hurt. I then start to brush them around with my hand, the way they mov...

The train station was abandoned, it had been months since the fall of the Paris. It was empty except for the very last train that had attempted to leave the capital.

the train couldn’t leave because of the weight of all the passengers and thus stood as a testament to humanity’s inability to rationalise an escape attempt and descend into blind panic.

Pierre, a tall, brown haired, slender, lean mus...