Crystalia
Planetoid
- Joined
- May 24, 2014
Alexandria Thomas was barely twenty-two years old when she had been given a position among the scientists in the facility where she had grown up. Much like many of the children of the many military and science officers that made a home among the workings of the Olympus Project, Lex had never left the top secret facility until she had been appropriately vetted. Her schooling, her home, everything took place in the various sublevels that made the project home underground. It had been a rare occasion as she was growing up if she had even seen the sun herself when her parents decided on a picnic.
Her father, Andrew Thomas, was one of the Heads of the project itself but Lex hadn’t found that out until recently. Before that all she knew was that as she was growing up she was brought down to the lower sublevels on occasion where she would talk to the boys and girls being held there. All of them were older than she was, but she had always tried to be their friend, to smile at them and show them something they hadn’t seen much of from what she could tell.
So many of the scientists were stoic and barely knew how to smile, even her parents had trouble showing emotion with her. So it was, she heard about something going wrong with one of the ladies that got pregnant and when she was below and saw what had happened it horrified her, it also made her decide then and there that she was going to join the research team and try to make certain it would never happen again.
All during her high school years, she did extra studies so that by the time she graduated high school she already had two years of her college degree behind her. Finally, after a few more years she was done and her final year of college had been outside of the facility among people. She spent the time learning more about life but she didn’t let herself become entangled with anyone, not wishing to have any distractions.
Eight months ago, she returned to the Olympus Project grounds and began working with the scientists, that’s when she first learned about the practices they had been doing even before she was born. She learned about the electroshock therapy, the testing of the subject’s pain threshold by whipping, cutting, shocking and other things. She found out about how some of the subject’s had limbs removed just to see if they would grow back. Worse than learning about it, was seeing it firsthand, seeing the results of the abuse. Secretly, she decided she wasn’t going to allow it to continue, so she started planning to aid in their escape.
Now, there was a part of her regretting that decision. Almost six hours ago she put her plan into action, she had found someone to make her an EMP and she knew the easiest way to get everyone free was with that but she didn’t expect the chaos that came when the timer she put on it went off and all the magnetic locks on the cells came free. She saw her mother torn to shreds and her father was grabbed before she ran, tears flowing from her brown eyes down her cheeks. She had even tried to tell the subject’s that she was the one that set up to free them but still she was being chased.
She knew they had to be toying with her because despite the fact she kept herself active, she knew their speed capabilities and knew that she was no match, even if she didn't have the small extra weight on her.
Even those subjects that she had told how to leave once their cages were open didn’t seem to believe her and she found herself using the old fashioned keyed doors to lock which she knew would only slow them down. Nothing she knew of would stop the strongest of the super soldiers that had been created here. The DNA enhancements they received because of the splicing that was done with the DNA or predator animals would make them ferocious and highly unstable. The few that might have control were still dangerous.
She screamed as she rounded another corner in her haste to get away, by now the blood of some of the other colleagues covered her five foot seven frame, her lab coat had been discarded long ago. She had nearly made it to the entrance leading to the surface when she saw figures blocking her way. Turning she saw others behind her and she ran into a nearby room closing and locking the door even as she looked around and moved to try to hunker down in a corner behind crates. Maybe they would just leave, let her be left alone.
Her brown hair which usually hung in soft waving curls was currently matted with blood and she didn’t even want to think what else. Her white blouse and black dress slacks were ruined, she even had some tares in them from getting them caught on things as she ran. Even while she tried to hide, she knew it was useless, knew that they could hear her heart racing, smell her and she had a hard time keeping her sobs from being loud.
Hearing the door smash in, she whimpered, “Please… I’m the one that set of the pulse to get you free, please… I don’t want to die.” She was pleading without looking up, not wanting to see her death coming.
Her father, Andrew Thomas, was one of the Heads of the project itself but Lex hadn’t found that out until recently. Before that all she knew was that as she was growing up she was brought down to the lower sublevels on occasion where she would talk to the boys and girls being held there. All of them were older than she was, but she had always tried to be their friend, to smile at them and show them something they hadn’t seen much of from what she could tell.
So many of the scientists were stoic and barely knew how to smile, even her parents had trouble showing emotion with her. So it was, she heard about something going wrong with one of the ladies that got pregnant and when she was below and saw what had happened it horrified her, it also made her decide then and there that she was going to join the research team and try to make certain it would never happen again.
All during her high school years, she did extra studies so that by the time she graduated high school she already had two years of her college degree behind her. Finally, after a few more years she was done and her final year of college had been outside of the facility among people. She spent the time learning more about life but she didn’t let herself become entangled with anyone, not wishing to have any distractions.
Eight months ago, she returned to the Olympus Project grounds and began working with the scientists, that’s when she first learned about the practices they had been doing even before she was born. She learned about the electroshock therapy, the testing of the subject’s pain threshold by whipping, cutting, shocking and other things. She found out about how some of the subject’s had limbs removed just to see if they would grow back. Worse than learning about it, was seeing it firsthand, seeing the results of the abuse. Secretly, she decided she wasn’t going to allow it to continue, so she started planning to aid in their escape.
Now, there was a part of her regretting that decision. Almost six hours ago she put her plan into action, she had found someone to make her an EMP and she knew the easiest way to get everyone free was with that but she didn’t expect the chaos that came when the timer she put on it went off and all the magnetic locks on the cells came free. She saw her mother torn to shreds and her father was grabbed before she ran, tears flowing from her brown eyes down her cheeks. She had even tried to tell the subject’s that she was the one that set up to free them but still she was being chased.
She knew they had to be toying with her because despite the fact she kept herself active, she knew their speed capabilities and knew that she was no match, even if she didn't have the small extra weight on her.
Even those subjects that she had told how to leave once their cages were open didn’t seem to believe her and she found herself using the old fashioned keyed doors to lock which she knew would only slow them down. Nothing she knew of would stop the strongest of the super soldiers that had been created here. The DNA enhancements they received because of the splicing that was done with the DNA or predator animals would make them ferocious and highly unstable. The few that might have control were still dangerous.
She screamed as she rounded another corner in her haste to get away, by now the blood of some of the other colleagues covered her five foot seven frame, her lab coat had been discarded long ago. She had nearly made it to the entrance leading to the surface when she saw figures blocking her way. Turning she saw others behind her and she ran into a nearby room closing and locking the door even as she looked around and moved to try to hunker down in a corner behind crates. Maybe they would just leave, let her be left alone.
Her brown hair which usually hung in soft waving curls was currently matted with blood and she didn’t even want to think what else. Her white blouse and black dress slacks were ruined, she even had some tares in them from getting them caught on things as she ran. Even while she tried to hide, she knew it was useless, knew that they could hear her heart racing, smell her and she had a hard time keeping her sobs from being loud.
Hearing the door smash in, she whimpered, “Please… I’m the one that set of the pulse to get you free, please… I don’t want to die.” She was pleading without looking up, not wanting to see her death coming.