Max, a silver-haired middle-aged man speaking with a seemingly calm voice to a girl who was kidnapped alongside others, “Hello Samantha, I’m Max”. The hostages were chained up with bags around their heads. Max proceeded to take off the bags. Sam in anger spat on Max’s face in response to his greeting. “That wasn’t very nice. I’m here to help if you survive.” Max said as he pulled out a piece of cloth and wiped his face.
“How did I get here?” Sam wondered as he realized that they were being noticed they were being held in a strange unknown lab. “You’ll never know,” Max replied as he walked towards the exit.
The hostages were forced singly into different chambers filled with a gas that is intended to give them extra abilities if it worked. A man had just exploded in the chamber and Samantha was next to go in. A guard grabbed her to go in. “No! Please I can’t go in there!” She screamed.
“You can and you will.” The guard said as he dragged her in.
In a short while, she was in the chamber. She absorbed the powers and there was a very bright flash. There was a bit of silence and suddenly, a loud sound of breaking of the chamber doors was heard. Sam broke down the doors. “Where is Max!”
The guards tried to stop her but she defeated them flawlessly. She found Max and demanded to know what he had done to her.
“I made you into a super-soldier,” said Max. “You should be happy; you have the makings of a god. I have big plans for you and the others. Now go away”. He picked up the phone and made a call, “Yeah, it worked on the girl. The mind control serum also worked; she left the room as soon as I told her to. Now let’s see what else we can make her do.”
[Even the best intentions can have the worst results. The moral grey in which man lives is real. Things can get as grey as unexpected].
The streets of New York in 1955 were bustling. A bright looking lady in her mid-twenties walked up to a quaint little house and knocked. Her mother opened the door with a huge smile, “Genene! Good morning. You look beautiful “greeted Gloria, Gen’s mother.
Gen sat with her parents for breakfast. Her dad, Henry, who already knew she would surely be working on one science project or the other, asked, “So what’s new Gen?”
“Well, nothing really, we’re still in the middle of our project, DNA research, Science mumbo jumbo.”
“That’s my little girl,” he said.
“So, there’s still no man in your life?” Gloria asked Gen unanticipatedly.
“Gloria” Henry called.
“Can’t I ask?” Gloria turned towards Gen. “You’re 25 years old and you spend half of your time cooped up in that lab and the other half with your co-workers from the lab. They take up too much of your time. You should be settling down soon. What about that young man I always see you two gazing at each other out of the group? It’s Michael, right? No, I’m mixing them up, it’s…”
At another location, Michael, a black, firm, and handsome young man with mildly arranged hair, banged on the bedroom door. “Get up! Carl! It’s Monday. We have to get ready to go to the lab.”
“Coming!” Carl fell out of the bed
“Good morning,” Michael greeted.
“Morning. You know you don’t have to abuse my door to give me a wake-up call,” Carl complained as he got up.
“What’s with the excitement this morning,” Carl asked. “You’ve only been away from her for two days.”
“Who?” Michael replied with a somewhat straight face.
“Helen, are you doing alright? You were daydreaming,” said Williams, his hair swirling haphazardly to the rhythm of the morning breeze.
“Think William, why do you think we’ve been running tests on ourselves?”
“We make good test subjects. And maybe James can’t afford anyone else.”
“James Molder is one of the wealthiest scientists in this state. What if he’s a mad scientist setting
us up to be mutated or mutilated?” Helen asked again, her skin shone like a smiling sun.
“You’re worrying a bit too much for my liking. The nicest guy on the planet isn’t going to hurt us.”
“Sorry. It was just a thought I’m sure it’s fine. Maggie should be here by now. We’ll be late for
work if she doesn’t get here soon…”
She was interrupted by Maggie’s call to greeting, “I’m here! I’m here! Good morning.”
“Late as usual,” said William
“You can have your two cents back Will, I don’t need it, “Maggie replied to him with a soft smirk on her face.
William smiled sarcastically.
[Somewhere at James Molder’s Labs]
“Good morning, everybody, I hope you had a good weekend,” James greeted.
“I got a few numbers at the bar,” William replied sarcastically.
Maggie shook her head, “Isn’t that every weekend?” She commented.
“Compared to spending every weekend at home like you”
“I don’t. We have all gone out together multiple times.”
“I know babe. I was only poking fun.”
“But you love it,” William replied and popped his usual smile.
“Gen I know your speech is today so you’ll be getting off early. Everyone else does DNA
research,” James called out
“Sir if you don’t mind, I’d like to go to Gen’s speech,” Carl said with a plea-like tone.
“What a surprise,” said Michael.
“That’s fine,” James agreed. A mild smile escaped from Gen’s red lips.
Gen and Carl entered the banquet hall in nice clothes. Gen was nervous but Carl urged her not to be.
“I’ve had some bad experiences with speeches. I remember my valedictorian speech at my high school graduation. It was an all-girls school. As class valedictorian, it’s pretty nerve-wracking. All faces looking at me, waiting for me to say something inspirational. I felt a lot of pressure. It was hot, I fainted.” Gen narrated.
“Well that was then,” he replied. “You’re accepting an awarded work with human genetics. You should be so proud. Just be your graceful self and know that you have friends that love you.”
“I feel like I don’t deserve this award alone. You put in a lot of work. Not to mention being
my best friend that I can’t be prouder to know,” Gen said with a subtle expression on her face.
The Announcer’s voice was heard, “This next award goes to someone who has made waves in the scientific world. Gene Montgomery.”
Everyone clapped. Gen accepted the award. “Thank you so much. I won’t say a long speech.” She paused and looked at Carl for a second. “I would just like to thank my team and James
Molder for giving me a chance. And my wonderful parents for always supporting me.”
She looked at her parents in the crowd as they smiled. “Thank you again so much”.
Everybody clapped again
“See. Nothing to worry about,” Carl said as she walked briskly towards him.
“Here come my parents,” Gen greeted her parents, Henry and Gloria, they were very proud of her.
“Hello, Carl. Nice to see you and my daughter together,” Gloria said and gave Gen a familiar look.
“Were together a lot mother,” Gen replied.
“It’s still nice. Where are the rest of the gang?”
“They had to work.”
“Except for Carl, ironically. Hmm,” Gloria said in a cool tone.
“I get it. I’ll stop pushing.”
“Thank you,” said Gen
“Carl, can I talk to you privately?” Henry signaled to Carl.
“It’s a man thing, Gen, “Henry replied and pulled Carl to the side. “Act casual. Look, I know you love her. But if you’re not going to do anything about it just back
“I just don’t know how to go about it. I’ve only had one girlfriend and that was in grade school. She dumped me for another guy in front of everyone. Of course, I love her. But what do I do about it?” Carl explained.
“Tell her,” replied Henry.
“What if she doesn’t love me back and things get awkward. I mean, she calls me her best friend, that’s a step away from brother.”
“You are blind if you don’t see how she feels. The way she looks at you alone tells me everything. I just want what’s best for my daughter and you take up a lot of her time and have for a long time now. Just make a move already.” Henry concluded.
The next morning at a doctor’s office Michael visited the doctor alone.
“Your status hasn’t gotten any better. Your cancer is going to spread. You’re still in the early stages.”
“There has to be some way to fix this. I have the money,” replied Michael.
“Mr. Collins your life has no price tag on it for me. I’ll keep doing all I can.”
“Thank you,” Michael said and left, bearing in his heart a sad possibility that such cancer could ruin his life.