CHAPTER 1; UNRAVELING

They reminded me distinctly of ants. Scurrying about the about the place in a frenzied panic. I smiled. I had no love for them and watching them as they huddled over the computers erasing and deleting. They never thought this day would come. Even if it did they would be able to hide under their protecting humanity bullshit. It was over. They had nothing. Not one single penny. Not after what they had been obliged to share in goodwill could save their sorry asses. I had my retribution. In one form, not the one that I wanted- their blood would make such a lovely shade of red for these walls- but I could live with it.

"Where is it?" So they had finally gotten around to me.

I contemplated making myself known. Swinging down from the metal beam on which I sat, just so I could watch him flail about. Watch as his beady black eyes widen with shock and horror and his mousy face drain of all colour. It was an interesting notion. However, it would be short lived as his stammered insincere apologies would simply grate on my nerves. Then I would think about cutting of his stupid head, a much more fun venture. I stayed put, their fickle nature dancing in front of me.

"We aren't giving it to them…are we?" Them, that's what they had been degraded to call them.

The reason I was leaving, N.E.S.T. a military operation that promoted co-operation amongst the aliens. Their orders were to destroy any and all experiments related to N.B.E1 and to the allspark. The debate began, want would happen to us. They weren't stupid enough to tell the general or the big blue one that they had created a twenty-four new beings, ones that were alive, ones that could be used as weapons of mass destruction. The entire base was torn in two, some wanted to wash away all the blood, to wipe away all their sins, start anew. Others could care less, in their eyes their livelihood was being taken away, their hard work and the fact that they would receive no pensions, be dishonoured in what they believed to be helping produce the salvation of their country, they refused. They wanted with all their hearts for me to roam free, be N.E.S.T.'s problem while they got off scot free.

"Of course not!" I caught his eyes flickering upwards in my direction, so he knew.

The other man cowered. Fear eliciting pinpricks of sweat across his brow, his brown eyes flickering, dancing across the shine of the metal that encompassed them. His guilt was much easier to discern. He played with his hands. Fleetingly I noted that they were each adorned with black nail polish, looking for all the world lost and afraid. His elder snorted. His younger companions worry and fright seemed amusing to him - it was for me- his flickered back up and I was tempted to wave.

"Relax, besides they expect us to do it, right. To get rid of the experiments. So we will get rid of it. Make it disappear." He hunched himself, curling into a ball his shiny head reflecting the light from the ceiling lamps. His voice dropped to a whisper and the boy leaned in eager for advice. Then like the calm before the storm she walked in. Everyone froze, staring at her as though hell just spat her back out. The man looked up from his huddle and motioned for her. Red pumps, the devil's shade glided across the room. She had poise and she had all the strings to pull.

"Melissa, listen there has to be a way to get that thing out of here. All we need is to hide it. Major Lennox doesn't even know she exists. We could…could give her back to her family."

Melissa paused, her lips dried red with the blood she had drained from her previous victims ajar. Any sort of objection dying on her lips. Welcome to the dark side young one fell from my lips as her mind processed the request. I was surprised he had even spoken to her, she was after all the enemy, one to be hated and destroyed. Morshower had appointed her to make sure that all SS-7 experiments were disposed of. She hated me. Her father was such a fun…plaything until he died. Not by my hands, no, by her mother's. Her father was a genetic scientist, her mother a barren piece of land and yet she existed.

"She has a family? There was never a mention of it in her file." The man froze. "Fredrick, what?"

"There was an original file. Your father helped create it. He was one of the first on board the project along with its creator, their creator." Fredrick shuddered and my body tensed.

I closed my eyes. The sound of laughter filled my ears, children squealing and I gritted my teeth, pushing that to the back of my mind. Then almost as though summoned by my subconscious I heard his voice thegenius of his time, the man who believed himself to be the right hand of God. Bile rose in my throat and I swallowed harshly. I stood and balancing on the metal beam walked away, leaving the trio behind.

You are my creation and of my blood. That name is no longer yours. Throw it away and like a lizard shedding its skin, you will be renewed and your name is First Aid.