[Read my revision FIRST! Not this version! The storyline has altered a lot!] UNEDITED
After being captured by a sinister organization because of their telepathic abilities, an American and Pakistani fall in love as they fight for their lives.
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*Amir*
I knew I shouldn't have said anything. I knew I should've waited on telling her that, but I wanted her to be aware of what that place is truly about. They create our species and have done worse experiments than St. Matthew's. I was still trying to wrap my head around the fact that Ibrahim recovered something I had forgotten, and it pained me to relive the memory of my hands working on illegal projects I was hired to do.
I didn't know what the investors wanted from me every time, so I asked no questions. I was a puppet who helped make evil humans have unlimited powers, and my memory loss was the price for it. I cursed myself for this, for having played a part in this evil, twisted world.
"It's not that bad, Amir. They were practically begging you for your assistance. What were you going to do? Shake your head and tell them no? They'd be onto you and probably do something with you."
"Thanks for your input, Angel. Very helpful."
"Just forget about it. Romance your wife. She's looking at you like you've disappeared. You're just sitting there like a bump on a log."
"I know," I told him.
"Touch her more."
"What do you mean, Amir? How does the staff create our kind? People are born as tethered souls."
I wrapped my arms tighter around her shoulders and draw her closer to me. "They pull a Tethered One's DNA from their bone marrow, then formulate a serum with the DNA of a non-tethered soul. Once the serum is tested properly, they insert it into the non-biological tethered soul. A few weeks, sometimes a month later, that was when they tested the subject. The person will normally show signs of having a power. Sometimes telepathy."
Water cascaded over her shoulders and down her skin. My muscles fluttered. "I was in charge of a group who collected samples from every DNA we could find. Patients in real hospitals. Elderly homes. Morgues. The organization who hired me was covering what they were doing, and they hired many geneticists around the globe to do whatever they could to get the rights to those samples. Men and women on death row were the first in line."
I wondered what was going on through her mind, but I could tell she was now frightened more than ever. The hospital she is in was worse than all five of the facilities combined. St. Matthew's was a haven compared to Sweden's facility. They had the resources to experiment with pregnant women. I remembered walking down a corridor that was dedicated to the unborn.
"So the scientists that were hired to extract DNA had performed experiments that allowed regular people to receive powers?"
