Futuristic Rise of the Alphas

[Ineptitude]

Five



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"There's no need to worry about making me uncomfortable, Ten." Five waved off his apology with a light-hearted smile spread across her lips, her bright yellow, bordering on golden eyes twinkling in cheerfulness. As she had stated before, Ten did seem like a like a very nice person. Key Word: Seem. The young woman, despite all her surprising friendliness and generall happiness, was not about to trust someone she had just met. "I have to thank you for the compliment too, about my eye-catching looks." She stated with a joking tone, resting her rough, callous hands on the curves of her hips.





@Akio Chikara

 

[Eldarkon]

"Your welcome" 10 said blushing. she truly was beautiful, almost angle-like "Anyways, speaking of this place. do you have any ideas on where we are and who we might be" he asked 5, shaking his head and putting on a more serious look. 5 seemed like a nice person, maybe even kind. this appealed to 10, but he still needed more information


@Maiza Avaro

 

[Grammatic]

4


Grunting, 4 nodded his head to the man who approaches him. "It would appear that is my name. Given lack of other information." Pushing himself up, he briefly brushed his hands along his pants legs as he straightened up.


"You have any idea where we are?"


@Killorkiller

 

[Killorkiller]

Nine


Nine shrugged, "I have no idea where we are. I would say we are somewhere underground. " Nine stopped and rubbed the back of his neck with a rough hand. "To be honest, the lack of information and the fact that none of us can remember where we came from has me not wanting to trust this place. That being said, whoever they are, are probably watching us right now." With that Nine pulled a chair up and sat down with a plop.


@ArisenMoon

 

[ShinJix]

One


The four-eyed man drowsily awakened his four eyes moments after the sound of the faint buzzing. Buzz. The four-eyed man listened close to the buzzing, having it resonate in his conscience after it dissipated. He hummed to the pitch of the buzzing and attempted to hum quieter than the initial sound. Afterward, he harmonized with different notes to see what would compliment the buzz in his head. The four-eyed man then laughed at himself, as he realized his situation being bed-ridden in a mysterious all-white room with a strange buzzing to keep him company.


He rubbed his head all over the white pillow, and brushed his hands around the pillow's surface to get a feel of its texture. The four-eyed man managed to pull himself out from the white sheets and stood up with a yawn. He took a moment to stretch as he saw his surroundings. The bed was shaped like a pill, he found out. He also found out that he slept in a jumpsuit. The jumpsuit was white like the other things in the room. What peeked the four-eyed man's interest was the number that was sewn on its right shoulder. One.


Like the pillow and the sheets, the four-eyed man also found the jumpsuit comfortable. He took a deep breath as he went toward the door which acted as his restroom. There was a shower, and there was a toilet. The toilet had a mysterious object on top of it, labeled simply as "FOOD". He didn't felt the need to use the toilet, whether for hunger or bladder inquiries, so he used the shower instead to fill his time. Slowly but surely, he took off his jumpsuit with caution and care as he washed himself. As he was in the shower, the four-eyed man felt discomfort around his eyes and upper face. He tried to touch his forehead to see what was causing him stress, but the four-eyed man accidentally pushed his glasses further into his face. The question why the shower water was bouncing away from his face, was solved.


The four-eyed man dried himself off after leaving the shower. He used the fabric of the jumpsuit's sleeve to wipe the lenses of his glasses with caution and care before wearing both the jumpsuit and glasses. He walked over to the toilet and grabbed the "FOOD" before he went back to the bedroom. He squeezed the rectangular object, feeling its mushy, yet hardened texture. He slowly unraveled the grey wrapper from the "FOOD" and listened to its crackles before taking a bite. The four-eyed man chewed slowly, until the "FOOD" became an unfathomable viscous paste in his mouth. He could not taste anything, because he was too busy trying to figure out what the "FOOD" would taste like. The train of thought which fueled his mind for the majority of time in the bedroom was shortly lived by the sudden presence of the Voice. The four-eyed man naturally glared at what is above from him, which was the ceiling.


"Greetings, One." The female voice said to the four-eyed man.


"Hello." The four-eyed man quickly responded with a wave toward the ceiling before being interrupted by the Voice's further words.


"...As you noticed there is a bar of food in the bathroom, please make sure to eat." The voice continued.


The four-eyed man raised his now-bitten rectangular "FOOD" at the ceiling in response. "Right on it." He said as he took another bite, although not as cautious and careful as the initial bite since he did not bother to continue figuring out its indecipherable taste.


"...to interact with your other Numbers... warn you that you need to listen to what I say ... This is your life, this has always been your life, and always will be your life." The voice went on before it disappeared from the four-eyed man's ears.


"Other numbers? How many are there, exactly? Are you talking like, five? Ten? Hundred? So many possibilities, miss." The four-eyed man replied as he blandly glanced at the number on his right shoulder. "One." The "FOOD" dropped to the ground. He put his left hand on his right shoulder, as he held his shoulder dearly while his eyes widened in shock. "I-I am the first one!?" The four-eyed man yelled in confusion and embarassment. "W-where am I? What does this all mean!? Hello?!" He kept on with his whining until he glanced forward. There was a door that revealed itself to have the number One on the front. The four-eyed man walked toward the door, placing his hand on its cold surface.


"This must be the Rec Room, right? All the other numbers would be in here, she said." The four-eyed man's hand on the door shook in fear. "I'm sure they're all in the same situation as me, maybe I can relate to them? But... I don't like people. Maybe I can just sit in this room for the rest of my life, and maybe someone can break open and figure out what's going on, yeah?" He doubtfully said as he shyfully let out another deep breath. "Ah, whatever."


The four-eyed man would have opened the door until it slowly opened himself to the "Rec Room". "W-woah!" He tripped forward and fell flat on his face, or well, glasses. The four-eyed man slowly picked himself up to see the sight of several people, as well as some snazzy tables. He chuckled to himself as he saw other numbers sewn onto other people's jumpsuits. He wasn't the first one to get out, so he chuckled.


"D-Didn't expect so many of you guys to come out so early, or perhaps... am I late?" The four-eyed man said with a dried, raspy voice as he adjusted his glasses in overwhelming shyness, but also a habit. "I'm One. N-Nice to meet you all." One waved to a particular direction, which was in front of him, not toward any particular people.

 

[Byatis]

VI

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Six instinctively swatted in the direction of the faint buzzing sound. The noise refused to stop. Her eyes opened slowly as she let out an irritated groan. She sat up and blindly fumbled around until she found its source. Taking up the white pillow provided to her, Six stuffed it over the annoying sound. Perhaps she could smother it away. With the peace that came with the muffled cries of the pill-shaped bed, she covered herself back up and returned to sleep.


Her quiet slumber didn't last long. Six slowly sat up and looked around for the far off talking that disturbed her nap. Holy shit. Are the walls made of paper? Sliding her feet over the edge of the bed, she prepared for herself to actually have to move around. Reaching her hand forward for guidance, she stumbled into the bathroom. Six examined the new space with strained, squinted eyes.


The first thing that stood out to her was a blurry grey block. The second was a translucent set of hollow rectangles. Vision. Nice! Six snatched up the familiar shape and placed them properly on her face. She reassessed the washroom with renewed vigor. The grey block ended up being FOOD and was strategically placed on the back of the toilet. Six let out a judgemental chortle. I wonder if the FOOD is on the toilet because it tastes like ass.


Turning to the shower, she fiddled with the nobs until she was satisfied with the temperature. Quickly slipping out of her uniform, Six placed herself under the speckled stream of water. She grabbed both of the bottles. Looking back and forth between them, she decided to use the one labeled SHAMPOO for both her hair and her body. To her, they served the same purpose and it was a waste to have both available. When she felt clean, she turned off the water and exited the shower area. Wrapped in a towel and with the FOOD bar in hand, Six made her way back into her original chamber.


"Greetings, Six." says a female, robotic voice. Somehow, without any speaker or reason for the source to be above her, it came from the ceiling.


Looking straight up, Six lifted her eyebrows and bro-nodded towards the voice in acknowledgement.


"I am the Voice and I am here to guide you through your life here. As you noticed there is a bar of food in the bathroom, please make sure to eat." The invisible woman continued, "Once you finish eating you will be allowed into the Rec Room to interact with your other Numbers."


Holding the bar up between her pointer and thumb, Six waved it between herself and the Voice. Opening it, she sniffed the exposed snack and shrugged as she quickly ate the bar. Granted, there wasn't very much of it. Not very filling, but it must get the job done.


She missed most of the rest of the woman's speech because of her interest in the toilet FOOD. Six did manage to catch the last sentence. It says that this has always been her life. "So am I like, a test-tube baby? I'm clearly not a fresh from the canal human."


There was no reply.


The talking from earlier had gotten louder. The door was open. Sure, I can take a hint. She twisted and tied her hair in a loose knot as she walked through the exit of her personal quarters. Other people who were dressed like her, but looked nothing like her, occupied the room. "Salutations, other test-tube babies. Quite the party we got goin' on here. I'm me, but you can call me Six."

 

[Ineptitude]

Five



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"I was actually wondering if you could answer that for me." Five stated with pure honesty dripping off of her words, and it was indeed true, as she was just to ask that question to Ten. Unfortunately, the young man seemed to have no idea as well, which increased the potential of her trusting him. However, she wasn't about to do that, not just yet. "I guess nobody here knows what's going on, huh?" She inferred, looking at all the other people with the two of them.


@Akio Chikara

 

[Eldarkon]

10 was encouraged by 5's words. he now knew that basically everyone in the room had no idea where they were or who they were at all, and it gave him an odd form of comfort. this made him smile, and his face brightened up "i think your right on that. i guess only time will tell, but i think we should formulate a plan of escape" he said looking at the corner of the wall "Dont think i haven't caught you watching us, whoever you are". it was hard to see, but there was a small white tube with a lense sticking out from the wall. they blended in with the color of the room, and the only way he noticed it was because it cast a small shadow, and these tube's were in every corner of the room


@Maiza Avaro

 

[Grammatic]

4


"I suppose it's just gonna be one of those days you know." Moving to a table near the other man, 4 hopped up slightly, allowing him to sit on the edge and hang his legs over the side. Looking at the others in the room, 4 began to run calculations in his head, measuring everyone up, and taking in a few body and social cues here and there. Within a few minutes, he had the others pretty much mapped out in his head.


"You ever seen any of these people before?"


@Killorkiller

 

[Byatis]

VI



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Tough crowd. Six scanned the room for anyone who might have been worthwhile. It seemed that most of the other numbers had already divided themselves into smaller groups. Most of them stuck to others of their own sex, minus the girl who looked the least like a normal person. The girl's mop was so long that she couldn't make out her number. It looked to be a five. The girl Five was extremely overwhelming and not in a good way. Six inhaled deeply to keep herself from pointing out how unrealistic her hair color was. Red. Yikes.


Trying to avoid the horribly executed display of flirtation, she looked around again with more intent. There was one other person who had not been paired up with yet. If they were naming themselves based on the number of their clothes, his name would be One. She thought about it for a second. Six let out a scoff that only she could hear. Yeah, no.


It didn't take her very long to come to the conclusion that most of their little community was about as bland as the room's color scheme. Well, at a glance at least. She overheard the blue-eyed, gameless male speak up. He wasn't looking at the redhead anymore. Probably needed a break from the piercing glare of cheap hair dye. Six followed the boy's gaze to his focus and laughed at him.


"You think it matters to them if you notice that they're watching?" She walked a bit closer to the couple as she continued, "Look around. By the looks of it, we're all pretty much in the same boat. Confined with no idea as to why. I'd break out the popcorn, too."


Stopping halfway and taking a detour, Six placed herself in front of One. "Wassup, Vision." He looked shy. He also looked clumsy. One might as least be entertaining.

 

[Eldarkon]

it seems like they have noticed us. that 10 is vary observant fellow


They are not as violent as the other groups. looks like we wont have to use HIM after all. where is he anyways?


I'm already here.


When did you get here? we haven't noticed you


Why does that matter? What are my orders? Kill them all?


*Giggles* They haven't gotten to that point... Maybe their tone will change once we begin the experiment.


You know what happens, once they start they don't stop.


Put that fire out, I don't want you torching the whole place.


I don't like this group, their too analytical, and that can be dangerous. It's best to just wipe them out and try with a new fresh batch.


Are you crazy! we've just started, ill bet they'll change after we give them the serum


You have one day, then I'm killing them all.


... I hate him so much.


So should we start the experiments now?


I don't think we have a choice. Prep the team we're starting now.


A loud clunking could be heard from above and along the walls as green smoke begins to pour from invisible vents. With the doors shut tight, there was nowhere to run as the smoke filled the room and you all began to lose consciousness. Within a minute everyone was unconscious and the doors opened as people in lab coats and surgical masks appeared and began carrying each of you to new, separate, rooms where they you were quickly tied to a chair as equipment was brought out.


After a few minutes the effects were wearing off as the each of you would begin notice that they had strapped you down on the chair. Legs, arms, even your necks were tied down. To your right was an IV with several bags all with different colored liquids inside them. The IV's had tubes leading to your arms and some of you had needles in your necks.


Standing in front of each of you were some people dressed in lab coats and surgical masks and glasses hiding their faces. They simply stared at you as a machine to your left was making beeping noises. Then a door opens and someone in a black suit and tie, wearing a pair of sunglasses, skin as pale as snow. Walks up to each of you and he stands there adjusting his glasses with his finger.


He stands there for a few minutes observing you before finally speaking in a very deep, thick tone. "Greetings Experiment Number," He says your number, "You numbers were too curious and observant, and we were just going to sit back and watch you before beginning our little experiments. But now, you've made us accelerate our plans. We're injecting you with a special serum that will... Change you. How? We cannot say, what we can say is there will be," He paused for a minute, "Side effects that you will undoubtedly receive right away. When you return to your room you will find a tape recorder with instructions on how to use it. You will record everything you feel, both about your fellow Numbers, as well as how your body and mind feel. You will do this everyday at the end of the day. Failure to do so will... Well let's just show you." He steps back as one of the men in lab coats steps forward and puts a collar around your neck. He quickly moves back to his position as the man pulls out a small silver box with three red knobs on it. He turns the knobs and pushes a button as a massive and painful shock runs down your entire body. "We didn't want it to be this way but we feel the need to draw a line on how and what you do. From now on, when you do something we don't like we're going to push this button."


He begins to walk away. "Don't think this is all we can do to you," He repeats your number. "There is much worse we can do. Simply obey our commands, and we won't have a problem. Disobey however, and either you get a shock... Or we kill you." The man moved behind your head so you can no longer see him and he finishes talking.


An hour passes before the IV bags go empty and you all begin to lose consciousness again and drift into slumber.


The sound of a buzzer could be heard coming from the bed again as the glass opens up to your room once more. The food bar on the top of the toilet again and the door to the rec room open.

 

[Grammatic]

4


4 gasps as he sits up, his hands flying to the collar around his neck. He claws at it for a few moments, before letting his hands fall to his side, giving up on the task. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, 4 let out a long groan, bringing his hands to his head. He sat like this for a few minutes, rocking back and forth slightly on his heels, trying to think things through, before he finally let out another long breath, and rose to his feet.


Grabbing the food bar, 4 quickly devours it, grimacing slightly from the taste, as he tosses the bag away. As he is walking out, he accidentally stubs his toe on the door sill, and lets out a bark of pain. While he is hopping around, he stumbles over a slight rise in the floor, and his hands fly out to try and steady himself. Hitting the floor, he lets out a brief groan, climbing to his feet. Feeling a warmth on his right hand, he looks at a small cut along the palm of his hand, and a thin stream of blood running down his hand. As he is rubbing it off, he pauses, and for a reason he cannot comprehend, he places his bleeding palm on the floor. Feeling a new burning pain in his hand, he brings his palm up confused, looking in shock at a charred section of the floor where his hand had been. And at its center...the food wrapper he had thrown away...

 

[Killorkiller]

Nine shook his head, "Na, I haven't seen any of these people before. Ever" Nine was very curious about who had brought them hear, and why they had no memories of the past. These thoughts where interrupted as the message came on, and the gas followed soon after. Panicking, Nine tried to keep from breathing any of the gas in, but he was unsuccessful and soon fell to the ground along with the others. @ArisenMoon


Waking up back in his room, Nine recalled what had happened, his hand involitarily went up to the collar. Everything those people had said sent shivers down his spine, whatever it took, weather he would have to lie or kill, he would survive. Glancing at the food bar it Nine, like a truck to the face, a headache and muscle weakness, grumbling to himself about not trusting these people and what not. Grabbing the food bar Nine devoured it, grimacing at the taste. Standing up, Nine made his way to the bathroom to take a shower.

 

[Ineptitude]

Five



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"What just happened?" Five muttered in a sleep-induced haze as she slowly sat up in her pill-shaped bed, idly scratching her head with her right hand while her left supported her propped up form. Looking around with a half-lidded gaze, the young woman gradually got out of her bed, shuddering slightly as her bare feet touched the cold ground.


That was when it suddenly came to her, Five's bright yellow eyes widening as she immediately reached towards the collar that was wrapped around her neck. Tracing it with her rough, callous fingers, she heaved a sigh as she knew that she wouldn't be able to remove it. Resigning herself to that fact, shr walked towards her bathroom yet again, this time with the intent of eating and taking a shower. Unwrapping her food once more, the young woman grimaced at the taste, almost gagging as she finished the entire bar.





"I will never get used to that taste." Five stated to herself as she crushed the now empty wrapper, throwing it away towards the trash bin. Suddenly, a new feeling overtook her senses as she instinctively pointed a finger at the container, and, much to her surprise, it lit up with a burst of red hot flames. Staring at the fire in mild awe, the young woman decided to test out this new ability as she jerked her hand, mimicking the recoil of a gun, and the flame immediately shot towards the bin, lighting it's contents on fire.

 

[jmcknight08]

Eight


To wake up in the same bed she had the morning before. Day two of her experience began just as mysterious as the first. The lack of knowledge she had on the reasoning behind whatever was going on was already driving her crazy. Slowly, Eight gained recollection of what had happen to her. She remembered socializing with another woman, Seven, and how it didn't take them long to relate over common feelings they had about the situation. She thought it would have nice to finish the conversation, much nicer than what did happen.

"This is dreadful" she muttered while she swung her legs over the bed so they touched the cool floor beneath her. The room hadn't changed from what she remembered, but she was beginning to mistrust the few memories she had. It just felt wrong, so many levels of wrong. She looked around from where she sat, her dark orbs scanning the room with the intent of finding something new.


Though there wasn't anything new to the room she realized there was something new about herself. When her memories solidified themselves, her hands carefully made her way to her neck where she felt the collar. She bit her thin lips, running her fingered along the device that was latched tightly around her. There was no getting it off, she didn't even bother trying. She felt so trapped, like some sort of mouse in a maze. The difference was that it seemed there was no way out.


She went through a similar routine as the morning before, taking a shower, redressing herself and eating the provided bar of food by picking pieces off and reluctantly shoving them in her mouth. She wondered if the rest of her life was going to be like this, if from the day she woke up and everyday forward she would feel like this. Maybe she would get used to it, perhaps her purpose was simply to live her days in bland rooms with other numbers without knowing what life's true purpose was.