Adelaide used to be human. She's not anymore. Not since her murder in 2019. Now resurrected centuries after her death, she has to adapt to the world she used to know. But, someone is hunting her and her kind for the puzzle of secrets stored in their...
I was running. Running in the alleys trying to escape the dark figure. Feet pounding against the cement. I made a turn. Dead end. The dark figure was drawing near. I had no energy left to spare. Nowhere to run. Blood splattered and I fell into the pool of my own blood and crashed into the cold hard pavement. I took one last look at the stars and the moon illuminating the night. One breath to feel the last remnant of my life. Second to remember the people I love. The last in resignation to my death. Then darkness.
Photo- Raymond, Adelaide's little brother(left), Tranquility, Adelaide's(the main character if you remember) little sister(right)
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Fast forward about a century- 3029:
I open my eyes to a brightly lit room. So I guess I'm still alive? I look down on my bare body. No stitches. No mark. No nothing. Odd, but okay. I looked around. The room is bare with four white painted walls. I'm cold. Not like a cold as in I'm cold. I actually feel indifferent. I mean cold as in I emit no light. I touched my face. Nothing. I feel skin, but no warmth. I get up smoothly. There's something odd about the movement. Unnatural, but it feels the same as it did yesterday. The door opens. Wait. There was a door? A girl, I think a bit older, walks in, sees me, abruptly turns around, and walks away. As she leaves, I see the doors retract into the other wall to open and closes back shortly after he leaves, blending itself back into the wall. Pretty cool. The girl returns with a white t-shirt and jeans and places it right next to the door. And then it took me like one minute to figure out what was going on. I quickly turn around and put on the robe. Most embarrassing moment ever. I finished changing and cleared my throat. She turns around and motions at me to follow her out of the room so I do because why else? I see gurneys and what I believe are medical instruments. So I'm in a hospital. That's cool. She leads me into a room filled with workout equipment. So this hospital has a gym. Seems normal. "Try that one," she says, pointing to a treadmill. So I do. The second I stepped on it started moving. It starts out slow like a walking pace and gradually builds up to a faster speed.
Some time later...
The machine slowed down as it concluded my run. Already? I wasn't even tired. "77 miles per hour for 8 hours," the girl says out loud. I forgot she was even there. Wait. 77 miles per hour for 8 hours? I don't think I heard that right. But there it was on the treadmill monitor. "Something's wrong with the treadmill," I say. She just shakes her head and smiles. "Nope," she answers, "That seems about right."
