Experiment 1: Assassination - Malani J. Sparks (love books to read .TXT) 📗

Mum, Dad, and I

 

My father. I've always hated him. He was such a strange man. He'd lurk around like some creep, like he didn't even live here. He'd stare at me like I was some type of extra-terrestrial. Like I didn't belong here. Like I wasn't his blood-related daughter. What did my mother see in him anyway? He's a science super-freak with dirty blonde hair & he's just overall gross-looking.

My mother on the other hand is a beautiful woman. Tall, strawberry-blonde, majestic blue eyes. She teaches an advanced defensive fighting class at our local YMCA. She gets paid about $100.00 per class, and there are classes every weekday. $700.00 a week is pretty amazing pay. I would love to be as successful as my mother when I grow up.

And then, there's me. I'm Anne. I was a normal, blonde-hair-blue-eyes, little human English girl, until I got experimented on. Now I'm no longer just a human. I'm superhuman. And this is my story.

 

 

 

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 We all lived together in our nice, 2-story house until 3 months ago, when mother and father got divorced.

 

Anne - London, England - March 15, 2006

 

Mother noticed that Dad was acting really strange around me. He would give me weird looks and try to keep his distance. Unless we were eating breakfast or dinner, then he would seem to be examining me; taking notes, saying, "Mhmm," etc. One night after dinner, I was in the middle of washing my plate off and my mother told me to go upstairs. I say, "Okay mum," headed up to my room, and shut the door. I didn't know what was going to happen, so I sat and waited. I only waited for a little over 10 minutes before I heard my mother yelling to the top of her lungs, "You think our daughter is an experiment?!"

All I could hear is them arguing back and forth. "Not necessarily honey, she just seems like she could be a good experiment. I would never actually use her for my testing, that would be cruel."

 "But you've thought about it! You've even written about it in your journals!" Mum screamed.

 "You went into my office ... AND read my journals?! Whatever happened to me having my privacy dear? You have yours! Anne has hers! But when it comes to my needs, they just don't matter, huh?" Dad raised his voice back at her.

 "You do get your privacy! All during the day, and late at night. You never eat lunch with me or Anne, and after dinner is over, and Anne is in bed, you never spend personal time with me before I fall asleep every night. We never bother you, EVER! So don't yell at me about privacy! And don't try to change the subject! You want to use our daughter, our precious little girl, for your psychotic experiments! You sicken me, George. You really sicken me."

"Mary, don't be like this. You know I'm a scientist, and scientists say crazy things. So, why don't we just forget about this and go to bed? I will even save my work for tomorrow so I can sleep with you. Does that sound okay?"

"Does that sound okay ... DOES THAT SOUND OKAY?! Get your hands off me George!" Mum yells. Then I hear an extremely loud crash, like Dad tripped into the china case.

"BLOODY HELL MARY! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!" Dad yelled back at her, responding to her sudden act of violence.

"That was for your stupidity! Get the hell out of my house George! I cannot have a man like you, being the father of my child, act so foolish and say things, even think things like experimenting on his own daughter. As a matter of fact, I can't even think of being married to such a man."

"Mary, what are you saying?" Dad asks, kind of surprised.

"What I'm saying, George, is that you need to pack your things, find a new home, say goodbye to your daughter, and prepare to sign some divorce papers in the near future. You're leaving and not coming back."

I sat on my bed, confused. I didn't know what to think. I didn't know whether I should be upset or start jumping and screaming with excitement. I've always wanted Dad gone, I never thought Mum would actually get rid of him. I mean, it took her long enough. But all hatred aside, he is still my father. Should I be sad? ... Na.

"Fine, Mary. If you don't want me here, I will leave." I heard Dad stomp up the stairs, open the hallway closet door, and pull out his giant suitcase. He packed his clothes relatively fast, and stomped back down the stairs.

Then, my mother came stomping upstairs and opened my bedroom door. "Anne, sweety? Are you okay?"

"Yes Mum, I'm fine." I say calmly.

"Did you hear your father stomping up here?"

"Yes Mum."

"Do you know why?"

"Yeah. Wasn't it because he wanted to use me for an experiment or something?" I asked.

"Yes honey. And I wasn't going to let him do it, so now daddy is moving out and we aren't going to be married anymore." She explained, even though I already heard what happened.

"So, no more Dad?"

"No dear, no more Dad." She says as she hugs me, thinking I'm going to cry or something. But I don't, I just hug her back.

Then, Dad bursts into my room, not knowing that Mum was in there with me. "Anne, I'm going away now. I'm sure that your mum already told you what happened, or you'd already heard it. So I don't have explain." Mum and I release each other from our hug so that Dad can give me his goodbye hug. I didn't want it, I just wanted him to leave, but I couldn't just sit there and not hug back; so, I hugged back.

"Bye Dad." I said as he kissed my forehead.

"Goodbye." He walked out of my room, down the stairs, and outside to his car. I heard his car engine rev as he sped off out of the driveway and out of the neighborhood.

After that night, Dad constantly came back to get the rest of his things from the basement, his office and the garage. He never talked to me though, hardly even looked at me.

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Anne - London, England - June 24, 2006

 

It was about 2:52am on a warm Wednesday night, and I was sound asleep. Cozy under my bed sheets, in a deep sleep. Suddenly, I was slightly awoken by a loud sound of something breaking, like someone was bursting through my from door. I sat up in my bed, holding my stuffed animal puppy for dear life. I was so scared, I couldn't move. All I could hear was my heartbeat and some faint footsteps. They sounded like they were heading towards my room, so I prepared to defend myself. I found this old baseball bat that Mum gave me that has been sitting in my closet for years without a purpose. Now, it has one; the purpose to be my defensive object.

To my surprise though, the footsteps weren't of a stranger; they were my mother's. She opened my door, looking at me with a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank goodness you're okay." She runs over to my bed and hugs me tightly.

"Yes Mum, I'm okay, but there's someone downstairs." I whisper, frightened.

"I know sweety, I know. I'm going to go see what's going on downstairs and then I'm going to come back upstairs to help you go back to sleep, okay?" Mum said calmly. "Stay put and don't move."

"Okay Mum." I sat, silently waiting for my mother to leave and then return.

I heard her faint footsteps make their way slowly down the stairs. I don't hear anything for about 5 minutes. Suddenly, heavy footsteps comes walking up the stairs. I run into my closet and slide one of the doors closed, but leave it a bit cracked so that I can peek out. My closet is diagonally across the room from my bedroom door, so I saw when the dark figure appeared in my doorway. I was so terrified. I didn't know what to think. I had so many questions; what happened to Mum? Where is she? Who is this guy? Why is he invading my house?

"Anne, come here dear. I know you're in here somewhere." A familiar voice says.

'Dad?' I think to myself.

"Anne. Please dear. It is daddy."

'What? Wh--' I was interrupted by my closet door sliding open.

"Hi Anne." He looked down on me like I was a helpless animal.

"Uh, hi Daddy." I said, clueless. I didn't know how to react.

"Why are you hiding from me Anne?" He asked sounding really creepy.

"Mum told me to hide because we heard a loud noise downstairs."

"Oh, I'm sorry. That was me. I hope I didn't startle you too much."

"You didn't startle us." I lied. "Mum just went downstairs to check and see what was happening, that's all."

"Oh, that's good. Well sweetheart, I have to tell you something." He was seriously freaking me out. "You're not going to be living here anymore. You're coming with me." He smirked.

"W--Ahhh!" I scream as Dad grabbed me, handcuffed me, taped my mouth shut, and carried me downstairs.

When we got to the bottom of the stairs, I saw Mum fighting off 3 different guys at once. Dad threw me on the couch so that he could grab something from the basement.

Mum saw me, helpless on the couch, and I saw a tear in her eye. "Anne!" She kicked one guy in the chin, knocking him out; scissor-kicked another guy, knocking him out; and punched the last guy in the spine, paralyzing his whole body. Mum left the paralyzed guy on the floor and ran over to help me. "Mummy's going to get you out of this, okay? Don't worry, we will get through this together." She was trying to reassure me.

"Mmmm ... Mmmm!" I'm trying to warn Mum about Dad smacking her in the back of the head with a huge metal box, knocking her out. She falls to the floor, and Dad picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. Seeing my mother unconscious made me cry. I've never seen her so powerless in such a situation. Usually, she has all the power and energy, and wins the battles; but this time, it was different. Like Dad