The Least Fortunate Children
Prologue:
Penny
Farshope sprinted as fast as she could, her short black hair fluttering behind
her. No time to put on a lab coat- there was a flaw in the experiment. She soon
found herself in a room with grey walls and floor. Scientists let her past to
the control board, where she began work immediately.
Five
children, ages six, seven, ten, eleven and twelve were in the one-way glass
room in front of her. They had, thankfully, been through the drill if the alarm
went off before, and had huddled by the door.
A vent
close to the far side of the room ratted and the pipes feeding to it shook and
screeched.
Penny
turned a knob to attempt to ease the pipes, but they screamed with protest.
Penny had no choice. She would have to blow them up, or risk having the entire
facility destroyed.
“Get the
children out,” she muttered.
“But the
test-“her partner Bill began.
“GET THE
CHILDREN!” Penny yelled, as she always shouted under stress.
The vent
was about to blow. The kids were gathered. Penny pulled a lever, upturned a
desk and huddled the children behind it as the other scientists did the same to
protect themselves. Then-
BOOM!
Bits of
matter flew past them. Penny grabbed the five bodies in front of her and held
them tight.
The
explosion ended after what seemed like hours, leaving the people around penny
weakened from being forced against the wall.
But Penny
Farshope, 32 and married, died saving Rosa, Crystal, Morris, Harry and Candy,
the least fortunate children you would ever meet.
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