Amber was in a cage. The last couple of days were a blur. Part of her wished that stupid crystal ball turned red instead of green as it did for Nicki. Now she was with all the other girls. After walking through the door they were all given drinks, whatever was in the drinks had rendered them all unconscious. When her and the other girls awoke they were all in cages. There was about seventy something girls at the start of this nightmare now only 8 remained. Every hour a group of men came and took several girls sometimes two other times seven or eight. Amber and the other girls had no idea what was going on except that the other girls didn’t return to the cages.
Her mind was constantly thinking about how she dragged her best friend to a “photo shoot” that turned out to be a disaster. She tried to remember who gave her the invitation but her head started to hurt when she tried to make out the stranger’s face.
“Dr. Wilson wants only one girl,” a woman’s voice said as the door opened and the men walked in.
There was something oddly wrong with these men. They were very tall and muscular. They never spoke and followed every order that was spoken to them. Amber and the other girls thought they would of made the perfect boyfriends.
The cage opened they all moved towards the back of the cage. No one wanted to be taken by these brutes. Who knew what they were doing to the “chosen” ones. Amber had gotten good at dodging the blokes. Unfortunately for her one of the girls pushed her towards the men. Immediately she was taken to the other room.
The room was bright she closed her eyes as one of her silent abductors strapped her to a table. Amber opened her eyes and saw an old man in a white lab coat. He was very pale and balding. He had liver spots on the left side of his face. Next to him stood a gorgeous woman. Like him she was also in a white lab coat. She had long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Her skin looked as if she had been tanning. Behind them several men sat in chairs. She noticed they were all white some were in suits others in military uniforms. They were all here to watch a show and she was going to give them one.
“What the hell is wrong with you people!” screamed Amber.
She lifted her head up to look at the spectators. She wanted them to get a good look at her. She saw the woman point to the men that brought her in the room. One walked up and put a sock in her mouth. The old man walked up to her he was holding a needle. He turned to face the small crowd.
“Attempt number 687 using compounds X, C and A.,” said the man.
The old man stuck the needle in the right side of her neck. Amber felt no pain just a fuzzy feeling as if her entire body went to sleep. After a few seconds her skin started to turn lighter and lighter. It went from light brown to tan, and then white and it stopped changing. The man was smiling and her started cutting her hair off. He started to hold her hair up and a young man started taking pictures. She was shocked to see that the man was holding up blonde hair. Her hair used to be black.
All of a sudden Amber felt a burning sensation all over her body. Her skin was now chalk white and she could see her veins. It was getting paler and paler until it was literally clear like glass. She saw the red muscles and bones in her arms. Her eyes watered as she watched her skin vanish. She started to bleed violently. She closed her eyes and opened them no more.
An older man with a military suit stepped forward.
“Dr. Wilson I’m closing your department. You’ve produced nothing but failures this is just a waste of money. We’ve decided to go with the original plan”.
The crowd filed out of the room and Dr. Wilson bowed his head in shame.
(Elsewhere…)
Nicki woke up to find herself lying on a couch with her head in Aftermath’s lap. Black Kettle, Sasha, and Marx had all pulled up chairs around the couch. Black Kettle was staring directly at her.
“Glad you decided to come back to us” said Black Kettle as she shook her head.
“Did I pass out?”
“Yes something shocked you”
“I remember you were on fire what drugs do you guys have me on?”
“Will get to that but can you tell us what you were doing this past Saturday?”
“Why does that matter?”
Black Kettle’s expression was one of pure aggravation she rolled her eyes as if it helped her breathe. Nicki thought to herself that this woman did not like questions.
“You don’t want to tell us fine, Aftermath go ahead.”
“She went to the East side of Cleveland to visit Planned Parenthood for an abortion paid for by the married man that impregnated her.”
Nicki shot up from Aftermath’s lap. The little Asian just told her friends Nicki’s dirtiest and darkest secrets.
“What gives!? Have you all been following me?”
No one answered her. Aftermath grabbed her wrist and held on tight. Nicki wanted to talk but she couldn’t. She wanted to move but was unable to.
“The aborted babies father was Dr. Drew Washington a Professor at Cleveland State University. The affair went on for the past two years. The man who performed the abortion was…”
Aftermath paused. Her eyes widened she didn’t release her grip on Nicki’s arm. She continued and spoke slowly
“Cutter. Cutter was there and he performed the abortion.”
Black Kettle stood up from her seat she looked over at Marx. Nicki received a glare from everyone in the room.
Aftermath let go of her arm. Nicki didn’t want to be around these people anymore. They made her sick to her stomach. They made her feel like a horrible person.
“This changes things.” Said Black Kettle.
“The hell it does where’s the door!” responded Nicki as she stood up looking Black Kettle in the eye. Challenging her.
“You’re not going anywhere. They have your blood. By now they’ve probably studied it and realized what’s going on with you. It’s time we found out as well we’re heading to headquarters.”
“No I’m not going anywhere with you guys. I’m done with this. How’d she do that? How’d she know all those things?” Nicki asked not uncertain if she wanted to know the answer.
Aftermath spoke, “I have a special power. We call it tactile telepathy. If I can touch your skin I can read your mind.”
“What gave you the right?!” said Nicki surprised that she accepted Aftermath’s response.
“The fact that we’re at war” answered Black Kettle.
“Who’s at war? What are you talking about?”
“There are many places to start. I’m going to start with your abortion. Many years ago Planned Parenthood went by another name. At one time it was called “The Negro Project”. Planned Parenthood is the brainchild of Margaret Sanger a racist woman who felt that the blacks and other minorities were unfit to breed and unfit to live among whites. Her goal was simple, her goal was cruel she wanted to reduce the colored population”
Nicki was back on the couch. Black Kettle had her full attention.
“Margaret Sanger said, “We do not want word to go out that we want to exterminate the Negro population” I don’t know if you have noticed Nicki but you live in Solon a white neighborhood have you ever wondered why you had to drive to East Cleveland to get an abortion?”
“No I never thought about it…I just did it…”
“Planned Parenthood targets minorities people that look like you and me. Today Planned Parenthood takes donations from people desiring to kill black babies. Abortion is the leading cause of death for blacks and has contributed to the fact the blacks are now the smallest “minority” group”
Nicki was quiet she wanted to know more she wanted to know everything.
“Like I said before you fainted, We’re the Atomiks. Minority groups are special. On top of being portrayed in books and media as inferior. We’re now standing on the edge of an abyss. We’re changing… Have you heard of Henrietta Lacks? Or the Tuskegee syphilis experiment? Hiroshima?”
“The Chernobyl disaster?” said Sasha.
“A few of those what’s the link?” asked Nicki.
“They have affected our DNA. More so in the case of those considered “colored “ whites have been messing with blacks putting things in their bodies, testing drugs and chemicals on Indians and Blacks and now…”chickens are coming home to roost” said Black Kettle.
“It’s like we’re the X-men” said Aftermath she obviously thought this was the coolest thing ever. A phone rang, Marx went and picked it up. Nicki sat there awestruck.
“This is the craziest thing I’ve ever heard” said Nicki.
“Not yet” responded Black Kettle.
“BK, we’re needed back at headquarters. They want to meet Nicki.” Said Marx.
“Nicki a Race War has been waged since Columbus found and raped the New World. We’re going to show you how we plan to strike back” said Black Kettle.
Nicki got up she followed the Atomiks to the garage and they all piled into the jeep and headed down the road to headquarters.
No comments:
Post a Comment