Genetically Altered the beginning

Hi there readers, sorry that I haven’t been posting on my blog, it’s just that the teacher hasn’t really been pushing us on that. But here is a post, it’s a story that I’ve been working on for a LONG TIME…


Lights blared all around. The distinctive noise of hover crafts filled the air. A lone figure ran on the street pushing through the crowd without stopping. Two other people were trailing behind her, going at the same pace. One of the pursuers reached to his belt and took out something black. The noise of the night was broken with an even louder noise; the sound of a gunshot. A flash of light and people were screaming everywhere. Still, through the chaos, three figures kept running. But one was for her life. She turned to her right, straight into a dark alley way. There was filth sitting around the corners. She looked up with a panicked expression on her face. She had hit a dead end. She looked frantically for a way out but there was none. She didn’t know what to do, or even why these two people were chasing her. All she knew was that they wanted her, dead or alive. She had put a big gap between her and those pursing her. She then slumped in the corner of the alley way, wondering what to do.


Clouds swirled overhead, dark clouds. The night was already settling in. A flash of light erupted from the midst of the clouds. A neon campaign poster for the year 2115 flickered slightly before short circuiting and going black. Then the heavens opened, raining drops of slightly deadly liquid. The rumbling of thunder rolled through the city. Then the power to the city was cut, electrical devices malfunctioned, the city had suddenly plunged into darkness.  The rain that pounded the city was a foul tasting acid rain. It would dissolve soft materials if you were to stand out in the rain for 2 hours. This didn’t bother Justice, the girl who was getting chased. Instead, it was the perfect cover.  She concentrated on the sickly transparent green droplets of water. She imagined being nothing, only the water droplets that fell. A thought at the back of her mind urged her to concentrate harder. Her pursuers turned into the alleyway just as her body faded into green mist. “Where’d she go?” said one man. “It’s like she disappeared into thin air!”

“She did.” A female voice aroused from the second pursuer. “Calling Sky hopper-01 to the Black thorn district, we lost teleknoid 5.” “We need you two to find her, or any information about her whereabouts.” She spoke discreetly into her communications device.

A voice crackled on the other side. “Rodger that.” The woman turned off her device. She then smiled; a smile that hinted evil.


A misty shadow in the shape of a human moved slowly towards a street that was dimly lit.  The figure then materialised into Justice. In the far distance Justice could hear the sirens of police crafts wailing, coming louder and louder.
They’re coming for me! Justice thought quietly to herself. A small trail of red illuminated the road behind her. She was bleeding. A shot at the side of her had started the whole pursuit. She groaned in pain. It hadn’t really affected her until now. Justice slightly crumpled to the ground clutching her side. Her hands were now covered in blood. Her head touched the tarmac, and she laid still.


A hover craft painted blue and white stopped gently beside Justices body on the ground. A man wearing a blue uniform exited the hover craft. “Is this the girl?” He asked as a second person exited the craft.

“Yes, this is her.” She replied hastily. “Grab her.” The man then bent down to grab her, when he stopped moving. “Why’d you stop?!” The woman said angrily.

“I can’t move…”


The man then floated up into the air still unmoving. “Help!” He shouted. Unsure what to do, the woman just stood there watching him float higher and higher. He then descended, falling at a fast pace. His screams filled the air, but stopped shortly after he smashed straight into the top of his craft. Glass shards flew everywhere, forcing the woman into a brace position. She then spoke. “What in the world just happened?!” Her hands were scratched with blood dripping down the side of her head. She scrambled around for her transmitter. The woman searched her belt and pockets furiously for the device. She then realised both her transmitter and electrified Taser was gone. “What the-” The woman said confused. “Where’d they go?!” She knew that the man beside her was badly wounded and that she needed help. “This is not good.” A blue flash of light and she was on the floor unconscious. The runaway Taser silently dropped on the ground. Everything was now silent. The only sound that could be heard was the noise of chemical rain. A figure wearing night vision googles peered down the side of the tree he was hiding in. He took a careful leap out from the tree and landed almost perfectly on the tarmac. He edged closer and closer to Justice lying on the ground. He put his hand on an earpiece which was a communications device. “Do you think she’s another one of us?” He said in a casual voice. “I’ll send you the images now.” What the boy saw on his visor was what the boy on the other side saw on a computer monitor. “You getting all this?” He asked.

“Yep, nice and clear.” The other boy answered.

“Good.” “I’ll send you my coordinates.” The boy keyed in some buttons on his wrist pad.

“How old is she?”

“She’s about 13, 14, you know, our age.”

“Does she have any powers?”

“Don’t know for sure, all I know is that she was getting chased by cops.”

“Ok, bring her back to base for testing.”

The boy put his hand down from his earpiece and looked at Justice on the ground. He then touched her hand and pressed a button on his wrist pad. “Hope this gadget works.” Almost immediately, the boy’s body and the girl’s body suddenly vaporised, turning into thin air. A touch of a button and they were gone. They disappeared just as 2 police craft came onto the scene. With horns blaring, both the craft stopped abruptly. All doors of the crafts opened.  4 officers came out with guns in their hands. “What happened here?” An officer asked.

“Don’t know, an attack maybe?” said another officer.

“Look up!”

All the officers turned their heads up to the night sky. A jet craft was landing in front of them. Its engines were propulsion rotors, loaded on both sides of the jet. 3 landing pads slowly came out from the belly of the plane. The rotors then stopped spinning. The aircraft was still. “Whose craft is this?” Asked the puzzled officer. The plane was a dim white in the dark of the night. The entrance ramp slowly lowered revealing two figures. They were wearing black flight suits with air nozzles protruding out of their suits. Their helmets were a sleek black with a tinted visor. “Uh… who are you two?” An officer asked.  The two didn’t answer or much less move. It had stopped raining and mist was floating off the tarmac. One of the pilot’s hands went to his belt, grabbing a long black energy weapon. “What the-” Before the officer could finish his sentence, a red thin bolt of energy burned straight through him leaving him dead. The other pilot did the same, grabbing a black weapon and shooting another officer.  “Get cover!” shouted an officer to his teammate. He then ducked behind a police hover craft holding his gun tensely. One of the officers killed had been their commander. Now they knew nothing of what to do. “Shoot’em!” He put his head above cover a fired a bullet that embedded itself into the pilots black armour uselessly. “Oh.” He ducked just as another shot went straight at him. The craft next to him exploded, raining scrap metal and glass shards everywhere. One of the officers was thrown back from the force of the explosion. “Billy!” shouted the other. He ran over to the officer, who was sitting up right, still recovering from the impact. “This is pointless.”

“You’re right, give them what they want.” Billy replies.

“What do they want?”  Another shot blew through the windows of the other craft. “Well, we can’t keep fighting for nothing.”

“Yeah, we need to find out.” “I’ll go.”

“Ok.” Said Billy. The other officer got up raising his hands in the air, in full sight of the pilots.

“What do you want?” Both the pilots had their guns pointing at the officer. “Just tell me what you-” A pilot fired. The officer flopped on the ground lifeless.

“What the-” Sweat dripped down the side of Billy’s head. “This is insane!” A clink of metal made him alert. A small black object rolled along beside him. “Crap.” An explosion erupted from the device. Red flames engulfed the road. The officer was immediately vaporised by the bomb. As the flames started to clear, three bodies were littered on the tarmac. A pilot put his hand on the side of his helmet. “All threats and witnesses of the scene have been neutralised.”

A voice came from the other side of the head set. “Good job, now search the place for clues on her whereabouts.”

“Yes Ma’am.” Both the pilots started searching the ground for traces. “Hey!” “Come over here and look at this!” One of the pilots shouted pointing at a patch of ground.

“What is it?” The other asked.

“It’s blood.”

“How can you be sure that it’s her blood?” “Just bring a sample of it back to base for analysis.” The pilot nodded, grabbing a capsule and taking a sample of the blood.  “Look at what I found.”


“Teleportation marks.”


“That’s her all right.”

“She has a teleportation device?”

“No, someone picked her up.”

“Who would use a teleportation device?”

“Probably one of those kids, you know, the ones that have super powers?”


“We’ve got a situation.” The pilot put his hand to his helmet. “Ma’am?”

“Yes what is it?”

“We’ve lost her to the rouges.” CLICK! The pilot put his hand down, and gave a sigh. “Get back to the ship.”

“Yes sir.” The pilots got on board the jet craft and started the flight procedure. The craft went up and away into the night sky, leaving the burning scene below them.


“Hello?’” “You awake yet?” A boy’s voice echoed in Justice’s head.

“Huh?” Justice stammered, seeing a boy looking at her. “Where am I?”

“You’re in the Rouge’s Head Quarters!”

“I’m in the what!?” “I’ve heard about you guys on TV!” “You’re wanted by the police and the government!”

“Yeah, but for the wrong reasons.”

Justice tries to get up, but is held down by black straps. “Hey, what!?”

“Sorry, we just need to test you for if you are, really one of us.”

The boy turned to a computer screen and keyed in a password. His fingers moved like a blur. “Ready in about 2 seconds.” “Ready, initiating procedure.”  A blast of blue light hit Justice. Her eyes squinted at the bright light. The boy smiled at the readings. The blue light suddenly faded leaving Justice to adjust her eyes again.  “Looks like we’ve got positive readings on her mutated cells.” “She’s one of us.”

Everyone in the main hall started clapping and cheering. Justice interrupted. “What if I don’t want to join you?”

“Then you can go back to the streets where we found you.” The boy’s expression on his face was dead serious.  Justice thought for a moment, and made her decision.

“I’ll stay.”

“Good, that’s what I thought.” The boy turned and walked away from the table. “And so it begins.”


Disclaimer (this is the part where you are so into the story that you need to read the next bit but you can’t) Boo hoo.

Sydney Harbour Bridge Climbing Experience brought to you!

The Sydney Harbour Bridge came into full view after a long time of travelling in the taxi. I stuck my head out of the open window to get a good glimpse of the bridge. Joshua, Zak, Nathanael, and I all sat tight in the cab, waiting to be dropped off. Excitement flooded into our hearts, when we won tickets for the Sydney Harbour Bridge climb. Immediately after we won the tickets, we hired a cab and set off to Sydney. It has taken us about 9 hours to get here. The cab jerked to a stop. We all flopped forwards, and back again. Josh opened the door with a sigh of relief. We all hopped outside and stared at the Bridge. Thoughts rushed through my head. We were going to climb that honking Bridge, made out of tons of steel. I then payed up $1407 to the taxi driver! That was a total rip off!
I turned my head to look at my friends, but they were already running towards the administration desk. I started to run but I suddenly stopped. Zak looked at me with a look that said “You’ve got the tickets, haven’t you?” I smirked at them. I walked slowly towards the booth with power in my stride. I proudly handed over the tickets to the person behind the desk. He then passed us suits to put on. We were also given a guide to lead us to the top of the Bridge. He was holding climber belts. We walked all the way to the start of the climb. The tour guide then passed us the climber belts and told us to put them on. He put on his own and attached our latches to the railing.
He started jogging up the stairs ushering us to follow. Nathanael raced up the steps, while the rest of us climbed up slowly. Nathanael had already reached the second floor, but he was panting out of breath. I followed the tour guide who was totally more experienced than any of us at climbing bridges. He was also a way lot older than us, he was, like about 35, and we were 10 years old! He climbed up the stairs efficiently and as fast as an athlete and we scaled as slow as a tortoise. Nathanael was already worn out. We clambered the stairs for what seemed like forever, especially with the suit and the safety belt weighing us down. Most of the time, our tour guide waited for us to catch up with him. After 2 whole hours of taking stairs, strolling cat walks, hiking ladders, wobbling on uneven surfaces, going on narrow paths, being exposed to all kinds of weather conditions, we got to the top!
The view was magnificent from the top. The Australian flag flailing in the wind behind me. Australia’s National icon known worldwide had been conquered, by me, Timothy. From the top we could see the miniature pint-sized cars speeding across the ground. We could see small boats flying on the surface of the harbour, leaving a trail of white water behind them. We could also see the Sydney Opera House! It’s big white, curved roof pointing towards us. The chilled flow of air brushed past my face. Zak then asked the tour guide whether he could spew off the edge. Of course the tour guide said he couldn’t, but he did. I stuck my head over the edge and saw the yellowish, greenish, lumpy, cloudy barf fall down into the glittering water below. I was disgusted by Zak’s actions. Though, we were all sniggering about it on the way home. In the cab, I looked back at the Sydney Harbour Bridge, remembering the truly electrifying experience. This was one day I would not forget!

Below this text is my Video/Audio recording of the task.