Kolcira's Chance

By Delaney K. Strahan

A sad, lonely wail emerged from the dark house at the top of the hill. The youngest child, a girl with a tuft of crimsion hair, the laugh that bubbled like a spring, was now the last of her family. The man in the dark coat approached this child, of red hair and green eye, and poised himself to strike. Suddenly, a voice whispered like a wind off the sea.

"Hush, little baby, don't you cry...I'm here now lovely, you'll be alright...so close your eyes and don't you fret..." The man in the dark coat felt himself drifting off at the strange melody. "I'll be right here 'till your dying breath..."

He slowly collapsed onto the floor, silent as the grave. There he breathed his last, leaving the child to cry. The moonlight fell upon her, and her tears slowed as she saw the figure aproach her.

"Shhh, darling, shhh...you're okay." The tall woman with wolves at her sides held the baby, and then the two of them faded like the mist in the morning.

Many years later...

I woke on a table. Huh...? Where am I? I tried to sit up, but my hands and ankles were bound. Someone help me! A man in a lab coat walked through the door.

"Oh, hello there Kolcira. It seems you're finally awake. How are you feeling?" The tag on his shirt read 'Ian', and he spoke with a voice that was too friendly.

"I'd be better if I wasn't here," I said smugly.

"Hmm."

"What? Also, when are you going to let me out of here?" I exclaimed loudly.

"Oh, soon. Don't worry about it." His plastered-on obviously fake smile made me want to puke. "For now, we're just going to run some...tests, so don't struggle. He motioned to a glass panel on the far side of the room, and four more people wearing lab coats approached me. One of them, a lady, pulled out a needle and slid it into my arm whilst I fought tooth and claw. The last thing I remember seeing is a file on the side table that read:

EXP 314: K.S. Kagine

Highly dangerous

If expirement fails, termination.

Chance of termination:

68%.