MUTATION

Chosen

Timothy stood in a line with the others. A smart looking man with a cold blank face paced before them. Every now and again he'd stop and stare directly and someone before continuing his pacing again. Timothy felt the urge to shuffle his feet as they had been standing there for the past hour but didn't in case some of the scary mans attention was focused on him. Eventually the orphanage owner (a fat balding old man) burst through the doors at the side of the room causing everyone to stare at him. "S-so sorry!" he shyly spoke out (a common act used to hide his predatory nature from outsiders) "I was distracted by one of the children!".
Timothy knew which one it was, a petite girl he rarely associated himself with because to do so would cause the wrath of the orphanage owner to erupt. He used her as nothing more than a toy and Timothy hated the man. "You have wasted enough of my time" the scary man spat out "do you at least have at least the intelligence beyond your sex drive to understand why I am here?"
"Yes yes! To chose a selection of these especially gifted children..." an evil glint passed crossed his eyes "for a small price of course and no questions shall be asked about their fate" the orphanage owner smirked at the scary man who glared back. "Yes my boss has decided on an... alternative path frankly enough" the scary man drawled out and before anyone could react a knife was plunged deep in the orphanage owners chest. With a gasp and a cough of blood he fell to the floor and the scary man smiled at the children. "You may call me Mr Henry and" he yanked the knife out of the corpse "a selected few of you will be chosen to come with me. The rest will be thrown onto the street though it is likely their fate will be less cruel than yours. Any resistance may result in a slow and painful death". Mr Henry finished talking and a small sob broke the silence. One of the small little children had been overwhelmed by the events and the other children including Timothy looked toward Mr Henry in fear but he merely ordered one of the older children to escort it out so it could compose itself. Timothy let out a breath he hadn't realised he had been holding and it sounded awfully loud in the silence that has descended again. He saw Mr Henry glance over to him and he froze as he could feel himself being studied. Mr Henry turned away and ordered all the children present to line up in height order and Timothy joined the queue in the middle, being neither small nor tall.

Mr Henry proceeded to walk down the line choosing children in a seemingly random way and that's when it happened. He stood in front of Timothy and as Timothy looked at him with a sinking feeling Mr Henry pointed at him and nonchalantly said "YOU".