Shield

Hey...so i was palying with some random story ideas..this is a part of a story i call Shield... It is set in the year 2352.. hopw you like it.

Lifeless with their heads hung, they stood all around her. She wanted to scream. Their faces were pale, their skin as white as snow. Blood dripped from their fingers where tubes and wire had used to make their home. Their hair lay all over the floor, their shaved heads covered in stiches and scars. Her stiff fingers ran their way through her hair till they touch the back of her head and the familiar smooth line, her scar. They were experiments, like her. They were silent. They were dead.


The girl sank down, her knees touching the blood stained floors. She placed her hands out in front of her, dirty cold and covered in the same dirt and dried blood that matted her hair together. Salty water droplets fell from her stinging eyes that she not dared to close, not in this place. Then there was a piercing scream, a familiar scream. She covered her ears trying to block it out, but she knew it would not go away, because it was her job to find the source of this sound and stop it one way or another. That is what they made her to do. She didn’t want to do this anymore.

Concentrating she focused on the sound and slowly the sound faded and was replaced by a baby's cry. The girl now moved her fingers to her temples and closed her eyes. Pictures flashes began to appear in front of her eyes a map inside her mind leading to this crying child, her legs started to run on their own following her mental instructions till they reached her destination. The girl opened her eyes. The light in this room was a brilliant white, machines of all sorts covered its walls, but there in the centre of the room was a baby, wrapped in a black cloth. It was crying loudly and pulled against the small restraints they were fastened around its arms and leg. As she was compelled to do, the girl rush towards the small figure, her knife slipping from her belt, slicing the restraints that held the child. “So what are you suppose to be huh? Why do they want me to save you? What is so special about you?”

Then suddenly the crying stopped as did the pressure inside her. She slipped her knife back into her belt and stared at the baby, before picking it up the little boy. She checked behind his head feeling for the scar, but there was none. “So you’re not a Shield then?” She looked at his bright eyes. “Then why did they want me to save you?” Suddenly the small child reached up and touched the girls face and she suddenly knew. They didn’t call her, the baby did.