ScienceFictionStoryICSSA15

//Why is it so cold outside? It's only October, I knew I should have brought a jacket with me. God, I just need to go somewhere warm or else I'm gonna freeze to death. .. Ah a gas station, my luck's finally changing for once. Dang, it's freezing in here too. Well, I might as well buy something since I'm here anyways. Cocoa.. cocoa.. no cocoa. What kind of gas station in Arkansas doesn't have hot cocoa? I might as well just get some coffee and leave.//
 * CHAPTER 1**

"Put your hands in the air where I can see them!" a voice erupted inside of the gas station

//Why here? Why now? Why does this have to happen to me?//

//"//You, with the lanky body, get over here now!" says the drunken man

//Me? What does he want to do with me? Go to the guy at the cash register, he has the money.//

The young man walks over to the hooded figure who seems to be drunk. The smell of the alcohol seeps through the drunken man's pours and he doesn't care. All he wants is money. He grabs the young man by the collar and throws him to the counter. "You got any money, boy" he asks as he looks at the young man with puzzling eyes. The young man simply has a face of total and utter boredom which makes the drunken man angry. How dare anyone give him those eyes? He's the one who has the gun. He's the one who should be respected. "Don't you play with me, boy. I see that jacket of yours. I know you got money." he screams out to the skinny boy who clearly doesn't want anything to do with him. This just upsets him even more and he slams to boy to the ground and puts the gun to his temple.

//Why me.. I haven't even said anything to him. I can't get words out of my mouth. It feels like I'm choking on air. Why..//

As the fight continues the young man starts to cry. His tears running down his cheeks cause the robber to get even more upset. He kicks the young man in the stomach and takes his wallet out of his front pocket. Nothing. No money, no ID, not even a credit card. Just a photo of him and another young woman who looks about the same age as the young man. This enrages the robber and he can't stand it anymore. As the alcohol flows through his veins he snaps. All he wanted was money. Now he seeks something more. Two bullets go off. Shrieks are heard from the cashier, the boy is quiet. There is blood everywhere. The robber comes to his senses and takes off. The boy you ask? Why don't you be a little more patient.. we'll find out soon enough.

//My body.. it's so heavy. I can't get up. Wait a minute, where am I? Where are my clothes? Is anybody there?//

As the young man slowly rises from the white linens, he looks around the room. Not a single bit of color. There is a mirror in front of him and he can see his reflection. Did he always have light blue eyes? Was he always this pale? He can't remember. He can't remember his name he suddenly realizes. He looks down at his skinny arms which are attached to tubes connecting to all sorts of machines. He slowly takes out his IVs and gets him from the bed. He looks down at himself and he's only wearing a night gown. He slowly grabs the blanket and wraps it around himself because he is cold. Cold. A memory of walking into the gas station appears into his mind. A surge of pain goes through his body and he falls to the ground.

//Pain.. why does it hurt so much. I can't even remember how I got here, let alone my name. Why does my head hurt so badly. Why do I remember this? When was I shot? I vaguely remember what happened. Right now that's not the worst of my worries. Who am I? Where am I? Don't tell me this is heaven...//

The young man continues pondering what happened to him while he is curled up beside the bed. A man with a white lab coat walks into the room and looks at the young man. A smile takes over his face and he is pleased to see the young man on the floor. "Hello, 51." he says as he looks down at the young man.

"Fifty-one..?" says the young man as he is perplexed while looking at the doctor.

He is astonished to hear his voice for the first time and quickly quiets down. The happy-go-lucky doctor helps the boy up onto the bed and quickly performs a physical on him. None of them utter a word. He looks at the boy and smiles again. "Let me explain to you what's happened, my boy." says the doctor as he looks down at his puzzled patient.

The doctor took a minute to settle down and bring his thoughts together on how to relay the news gently. It took some time but after a minute he kept his cool. His bright smile that stretched from ear to ear soon faded away as he grabbed the boys frail hands. He looked him in the eyes and gave him a look that was a mix of sorrow and loose confidence. "I know this seems like a lot to take in, you've just woken up and have no idea what's going on. Heck, you don't even know your real name. I'm sorry to say this son, but a few months ago you died in a gas station shooting." the doctor tried to say these words with a calm and steady voice but the look in his eyes told a different story.

//Died? How could I have died if I'm sitting right here. This guy.. who is he to tell me that I died. Can't he feel my skin and bones, can't he tell that my skin is warm and my heart is beating. I'm alive. How can he say that I died.//

Suddenly, more memories flowed into his mind once again. The gun, the bullets, the blood. What had happened to him? The young man yanked his long fingers from the grip of the doctor and pulled away in disgust. Dead? How silly could this doctor be. The doctor took another deep breath in and looked at the young man with eyes of compassion. "Now, I know this is hard to take in. It seems like you're in a horrible dream, that's only part of it. What happened was when the local police found your body at the crime scene, you didn't have any ID. We ran your prints through the FBI database and found nothing. We ran everything we could.. it's like you never existed until that day. That's when I took over your case. Yes, your body was dead but we preserved your body. We've been able to keep your consciousnesses inside and your personality, but the memories from before you died are a mystery. It's like.. you're a ghost." said the doctor as he caught his breath explaining what had happened.

//Died? FBI? What is he even talking about? Someone has to know who I am. Someone has to know that I existed. Was I just nothing before all of this. Was I really just a ghost? Who am I?//

The boy's already pale complexion was similar to that of a ghost. He started to sweat and cackle a little. "I died?", he said while giving a half fake smile and worried expression, "You have got to be kidding me. Is this some kind of a prank? What would the FBI wanna do with me? I mean look at me, I'm basically skin and bones." He started laughing uncontrollably and soon his expression became that of mixed distraught and despair. His laughter soon turned to tears. What would the FBI want with him? Will he be able to go to heaven after this?

"Well you see, you don't exist. We ran your prints everywhere and we couldn't find any information on you. That's why we wanted to use you for.. things. The FBI has assigned me to take over your case and make you into our spy. We need you to perform some special missions for us. It's a win win situation. You see, you get a second chance a life, a good salary, and a way to find out who you were before." explained the doctor

//A second chance at life.. I can find out who I was before. It's not that bad, but I still can't understand why they chose me. What are my missions going to be anyways? This is all just happening too quickly..//

"How long was I.. dead?" said the young man in a quivering voice. "You were out for a year. Now I know this is too much information to take in now, it would overwhelm me too." he answered as if he could hear the young man's thoughts.

After some more brief explanations more doctors came in and examined him. One after the other they were astonished that Fifty-one had survived a year in contamination. After a whole year of surgeries and poking and prodding they finally had a real subject who survived. He was named Fifty-one because after Fifty-one test subjects and fifty-one broken promises of trying to give family members their loved ones. He was the miracle child. He was the one that would change everything. He wouldn't know it now but he would be the beginning to the end.

Fifty-one, the name of the test subject, was put to use right away. His first mission was something a bit drastic and he was going to need something short of a miracle to complete it. His first goal was to help the doctors find out why the other test subjects had died and he had lived. They worked together with him to find out what the difference between him and the other subjects. Why had he survived the procedure and nobody else? What did his brain have that the others didn't? Did he just have a stronger will to live or was there something seriously different about him. Hundreds of tests were done, if anything Fifty-one was the unhealthiest of all the subjects. He was chronically malnourished and had been living with a tumor the size of a baseball in his frontal lobe. How he lived so long was a mystery nobody could solve. The only thing we knew about Fifty-one was that he was a male, he was living in Arkansas, and his only memory was of him dying.
 * CHAPTER 2**

//None of this makes sense.. How am I alive right now? I know the procedure worked but how? Why me.. if anything right now I just want to die. They took away my right to die. My right to go to the afterlife, to heaven to nirvana or whatever. I just want to die. I wish this wouldn't have happened to me.. Why me..?//

Oh, young man how wrong you are. You will see what happens during your new life. You will be happy you lived. You will want to live. If only you know how much you would regret that.


 * CHAPTER 3**

He woke up the next morning, his blotchy complexion and his heavy limbs made for a horrible awakening. Today was the day he was going to get his first neurological exam after his revival. The nurses wheeled him into another room with a bed and a big machine that looked like a tube. They laid him down on the bed and wrapped him a thin blanket. The bed pulled into the machine and he was put under a giant monitor. After a minute of darkness, the screen turned on. Pictures spread across the screen of a little boy who he did not recognize. Other pictures flashed of the little boy. "No response." said a voice who he could not make out.

//Who is this kid? Why are they showing me pictures when they should be finding out who I am? They shouldn't be wasting their time with this, how is it going to help me at all?//

He was enraged, they were wasting his time and he just wanted to get out. He slowly got up and bumped his head on the low ceiling of the machine. "Get me out of here!" he exclaimed. his voice echoed throughout the room. Who would've thought that such a big voice could come out of such a frail body. Slowly his bed pulled out of the machine and he was back inside the room. The doctor came into the room and had a soft face of sadness on his face. He looked at Fifty-one and grabbed hold of his hand.

"It was just a small test, to see if you would.. remember something.." he said as he looked down at the floor.

"Are you telling me that that boy is me?" said with a puzzled expression on his face

"No, no. Nothing of the sort. That boy was actually youngest son. He died when he was about 15. It was such a tragic death, he died of terminal brain cancer.

Suddenly everything made sense. He had made this program to bring back those who had died. For the sake of his son, he made this program. Bringing back the dead was something that not even God could do. He had done it though. He was a god now. He could bring back the dead, all he needed to do now was create life.

Chapter 4
It was in the middle of the night when it happened, it caught Fifty-one off guard and surprised him to think that the Doctor could do such a thing. The doctor, who still remained unnamed to Fifty-one, had woken him up and helped him escape the hospital. They ran in the dead of night to Doctor's car. It had rained earlier in the evening and the streets were wet. Fifty-ones feet became bloody and blistered from running for a while. When they got into the car the doctor had wrapped his coat around Fifty-one who was shivering from the cold October weather. "I'm sorry." the doctor had said to him. His expression soon became gloomy and he couldn't bring himself to look at Fifty-one. He started the car and began to drive out of the institution.

They drove on for half an hour, neither of them so much opened their mouths to utter a breath. The street lamps passed them by one after the other. Fifty-one rested his head against the car window and drifted off to sleep. "Wake up, son." said a strong but calm voice to him. 'It's time to get up for school, come on you have a big day today." He woke up to tears in his eyes and an old distorted memory.

//What was that? Who was that? Was.. it me? Who was the man..?//

These questions ran through his mind and he hadn't noticed that he had arrived to the doctor's house. They both looked at each other and got out of the car. His bare feet, which were still bleeding caused him great pain. He tried to keep himself from crying and kept on walking to the front door. The cold winter breeze nipped his skin and he couldn't keep himself from shivering. As the doctor opened the front door he grabbed Fifty-one's hand and took him across the hall, down the stairs, and into a big basement. The basement was covered from wall to wall with books and all sorts of contraptions. He motioned for Fifty-one to lay down on a table that looked like an operating table. When he laid flat down he had strapped Fifty-one down to the bed and a slight smile came across his face. "You will lead the world in genetic engineering. You will be known throughout history as the boy who sparked new life. You will make everything possible. I hope you know that Konner, my son."

Chapter 5
//Son? What is he talking about? Is he really my father? Is my name Konner..?//

Thoughts kept his head crazy and he started to scream at the doctor. "Am I your son? If I am then why didn't you tell me? Why had you kept it from me? What are you talking about being the hope of this world?" he started shouting at him and rambling on and on. The doctor turned away from his son and looked at the floor.

"You were terminally ill. You had skin cancer, the metz had spread across your brain and there was no way for you to survive anymore surgeries. That night at the gas station you had ran away from home because you found out your sister was moving away. You and her were inseparable. Joined at the hip, your mother would say. " he said as he looked solemn and despaired

//This was all coming way too fast. How can he lay this on me without any warning? Why would he keep this away from me for so long. I just started trusting him. I thought I was nobody, now I'm somebody? This is what I wanted, but this is just too much for me. This is coming on too quickly. It's like someone put me on a roller coaster and let me ride it until I felt sick to my stomach. Why is it happening all too quickly.//

//"// You had time.. you were going to live for another year. Why did you have to go out that night? Why couldn't you have just listened to reason?" said the doctor who was now screaming with tears running down his cheeks. "It doesn't matter anymore," he said "you'll live forever now. You'll never leave me again. Nobody will ever leave me. Nobody." his voice seemed to get darker and darker with each word.

This is the story of a desperate man, who was drived to madness. Who tried to be a God.



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