The replacements

Done for the CIM testing. Not very good, but oh well...


She was dying and I had no idea how to stop it. Guns were firing all around us as we crouched behind an overturned desk. We had paper’s flying every which way, computers getting shot into pieces, the only one working blinking to life next to us.

I tore off the sleeve of my shirt, pressing it on the gunshot wound located right over her heart. She whispered my name, “Conner…” I could hear her giving up already.

“Don’t die on me Jen! I need your help! Please!” I shouted. We were at the printing press, trying to get word about the Replacement Organization out to the general public. It was there that the A.G.E.N.T.’s, men in black working for the organization, had finally caught up to us.

Hours before all this commotion I had been your average teenager who went to your average high school, who had been sleeping peacefully in their room. When the A.G.E.N.T.’s, the same one shooting at us now, barged into my room, abruptly pulling me awake, tying me up, and dragging me out of my house, my parents none the wiser.

From an SUV to an old abandoned warehouse, I was completely and utterly confused. It was at the warehouse that I met Jen, a small brunette with bright green eyes, who cleared everything up. As we sat in the broom closet, waiting to be “terminated”, she explained what was going on. She told me I had been kidnapped by the replacement organization, an organization designed to replace every last child on the earth. Lazarevic, the creator of it all, wished to take over the world, so he created these “children” to control their parent’s minds and make them easier to bend to his will. With a sort of mist that hung around each “child” only the one whom they were replacing could see their true form: mouth less creatures with beady red eyes and dreadfully pale, pale skin. Extraordinarily disturbing, these things would be the end of us all, but not if I could help it.

Using me to boost her up, we climbed into the ventilation system. Dusty, and cramped as it was, it still had the taste of freedom. We were soon at the end; fresh air filling my nostrils as I inhaled deeply. We climbed out and ran towards the city.

Being three in the morning the streets were deserted. Jen told me what we had to do as we dashed around the corner: get to the printing press, e-mail everyone, and get the story printed in that morning’s news. Her father owned that particular printing press, making it all the easier to get in. Or so I thought.

Just as we rounded the last corner A.G.E.N.T.’s blocked out view. We stopped, looking at the guns now pointed directly at us. “RUN!” I yelled, grabbing Jen’s wrist and pulling her aside just in time. Somehow, we got around them, running even faster than before.

As we pushed our way through the glass doors we made our way over to the elevators. Rapidly pushing the close button, the doors closed just as the A.G.E.N.T.’s broke through the glass. I sat down on the elevator floor, my legs shaking uncontrollably. Jen and I watched as the number rose.

“Connor,” I looked up at her. She was staring at the door, a serious expression on her face. “When these doors open we will be sitting ducks. You need to squirm out, stay to the sides, and get to the computer in the far back right. It’s my dad’s. Got it?” She looked over at me. I nodded.

That’s how we ended up here, Jen dying, me staring in disbelief at how a person I had only just met was slipping away.

She grabbed my hand. “Finish…what we started…” She whispered, her eyes closing. Realizing that there wasn’t anything I could do to save her, I turned away grabbing the lopsided keyboard and pulling to close to me. I began typing.

We would stop the replacements.