Mine

I bit him. He grabbed my shirt... and I bit him. Why? Why did I bite him. He's still my friend, he's still... Derick. My jaws unhinged. The guard holds a gun to my head, and cocks the gun. Derick lifts his hand. "You bit me because you felt threatened." He fiddles with my collar. I didn't know that was there. "Connor... Manson. 3675-8925, you have very sharp teeth. How did you manage to get them like that?" He's joking, this is all just a joke. He isn't serious, he isn't really going to. "This one is the one I'll be working on father." Father!? "As you wish my child. Bring him up so that I can teach my son how to do his father's job." He's gone... He's actually gone. How did he even manage to brake him... So easily...

The last thing I can remember was waking up in a bed. It was a comfy bed, so I assumed I was at home with my father. "Derick, wake up. Your selection day has come." Selection day, I've been waiting for this day for years. Since I was ten years old. "Yes father." I was always serious and straight forward with my awnsers, it felt like a problem I could not fix. Anyways, I get dressed in a white shirt with white pants, Black long boots, and a lab coat my father gave to me when I was younger. I put on the pare of glasses next to my bed on a night stand and went out. "So what kind of child would you like your first experiment to be on." That was a question I have thought of. Most children here are Winny and need to much. If I take a child then I'll have to take care of them, so I need on that's independent. "Father do any of these children fight back." His smile grew, was I going to fast with this, maybe he wants me to take a child that acts like the world is going to end. "I have one that you will find appealing." He takes me down to the bottom of the building. There was a double cell, with a single child. He must be important if he's locked down here. So I want him. I check him out. "Come here." The boy slowly crawls over to me, I grab his shirt and he immediately bit me. This is the one I want. He fights back, he's independent. a guard held a gun to his head. I put up my hand to tell him to hold is fire. "Connor... Manson. 3675-8925, you have very sharp teeth. How did you manage to get them like that? This one is the one I'll be working on father." He was beautiful and is going to get messy, but I'll fix him up. "As you wish my child. bring him up so that I can teach my son how to do his father's job." The guard grabs him. This is going to be fun.