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Writing Prompt #969
Desperate for tuition money, you stumble upon a flyer for a drug trial. Three weeks, easy money. Most likely you will get the placebo anyway, but even if you don't, there shouldn't be any lasting effects. Unfortunately, they lied. You wake up, but you aren't you anymore. Given your new shapeshifting abilities, the scientists who administered the drug trial perform experiment after experiment to see just how far your powers can go. Desperate to escape, you enlist the help of another captive with similar abilities. You find that you can speak telepathically to her, and together you plot your escape. As you work together, you discover there is more to her than meets the eye. Her father, a magical shaman from a far-away land, is behind the development of the drug. Now you have to decide if the woman you've fallen for is to be trusted or will eventually betray you.
What am I going to do? Sophia is a strong woman. I just don’t know that I can trust her, after all her father is the one behind this fucked up trial. She flat out stated that she understood his need to find out if there is someway to share the magic that they have with others, that was until he turned his research onto her. How can I trust her after she told me that?
‟Jack? Why did you pull away?” She asks looking over towards me. How do I answer that?
‟I’m needing time to think. I want to make sure that we get out of this place, with most of our faculty intact.” I say back to her. It isn’t a lie but it’s the complete truth.
‟Is that all?” She asks sounding like she is unsure.
‟Yeah, that’s all.” I lie. A feeling of sadness washes over me.
‟Okay.” She says. She takes a deep breath ‟I miss my family before this obsession took my loving family.” She says.
‟How different was your family before?” I ask. I hear her sniffle.
‟My dad use to care about people, but as the power within me started growing, he started to push me.” She stops for a minute. The silence sounds like this is very painful to remember. ‟Which caused my mother to get pissed at him. I would come home from the training covered in blood. With my dad pushing me, it would cause my nose to blood, but he didn’t care. Sadly, I got to watch his decline into madness. I because a test subject instead of his only child.” I hear her let out a sob. I don’t know how to help her while we are stuck in these damn cages.
