Red wake

Inside a room with all-white walls, in one corner was a bed with all-white sheets, blankets, and pillows. In another corner was a white desk with all-white books, their only color was the black ink on the many pages inside and the black printed world on the covers. In another corner was a door, and behind the door was a bathroom, both the same pure white as the rest of the room, the soaps and hygiene products also white with black printed words.

At the desk reading a book titled 'Advanced Micro Biology' was a boy around 16 to 17 in a white long-sleeved shirt that went down to his wrists and had several small scars running along and down his arm. His ankle-length jeans were a similar all-white matched with white slippers, similar to his arms the scars on his ankles ran up past the cuff of his jeans. His skin was extremely pale but not quite unhealthy, mixed with his hair the same color as his room and his ocean blue eyes and his albinoism were apparent.

Closing the book after finishing it the boy walked over to the only source of natural light in the room, a window. Looking out the window there was a forest of concrete and steel. Colors and lights flashed past as people and cars flooded through the gaps between towering buildings. Looking out of the window to boy's eyes were completely lifeless, like a drone simply driven and guided by orders.

Walking to the second of three doors in the white room the boy opened it to reveal a small gym, all possible sharp parts covered with rubber, and several cameras on the roof to make sure there were no blind spots. Not that they were necessary as the boys will have long been broken, the scars on his arms and legs and others hid behind his shirt mere signs of a fight he fought and lost long ago, the price long since paid.

Walking over to the lockers he changed from his long-sleeve shirt and jeans to a pair of shorts and a singlet not caring that he was being watched, the expanse of interlacing lines running up toned his arms and legs and and past the stark white cloth once more. Completing a simple warm up the boy walked over to a training dummy and began to practice, each punch and kick perfectly targeted at its vitals, if it were a normal person instead of a dummy, even if not dead they would certainly be permanently crippled.

After finishing the target training he continued with a long workout. The extremes that his body where pushed would certainly have left permanent injuries and would have been agonising for any normal human, but the boy in all white simply continued without so much as a peep.

Once he was done he walked over to the locker, changed back into the long-sleeved shirt and jeans, and left the gym. Walking out into the room there was a nurse in a white medical gown, every inch of her skin covered up with only her uncaring eyes showing as she readied a medical drip and a needle.

Without being told what to do the boy lay down on the bed as the needle was put into his arm, the viscus purple fluid injected into his veins before the drip was put in and he went to sleep.

The next day he woke up, the drip gone and his muscles no longer sore, but something was different this time. There were noises, looking over to the third door of the room it was open, a long white hallway past it, its end turning so that he couldn't see what was past it.

Walking past the door he looked back at it and saw the words, serial number: 1-1a. Name: Alen. class: anomaly. threat: 0. Trait: perfect harmony.

down the hallway there was another hallway, no longer the same white as before, this one a simple grey with colored lines running along the walls which were occasionally broken by other open doors, all with the same plates on them,

Serial number: 2-7e. Name: Alex. Class: 1. threat: 2. Trait: abnormal strength.

Serial number: 2-5d. Name: David. class: 1. threat: 3. Trait: sudden acceleration.

Serial number: 2-3h. Name: Matilda. class: 3. threat: 1. Trait: beautiful.

Each one seemed to be different but the boy in white, or Alan, learned some things from them. First, there were none with a serial number with the first number being one. Two, the second number and letter on the serial number seemed to be how new they were the bigger the number and further down the alphabet the letter the newer it was. Three, there were occasional gaps between the number and letter, for instance, on one door it was 9d, the one after that was 10d, and after that was 1e but after that was 3e, 2 had been skipped.

Fourth, just because the class was high did not mean the threat was going to be high too. however, typically the higher the class the higher the threat, there were also none with an 'anomaly' class or 0 threat like him.

Fifth, some 'traits' could be seen more than once, and it seemed that there were 'rarities', those related to the body were more common, for instance, he had seen 5 with abnormal strength, 3 with sudden acceleration, and 7 with beautiful, but ones related to the mind where rarer like fast learning which he had only seen twice. to class and threat, there were no others with a trait like 'perfect harmony' or even something similar, he didn't even know what kind of trait it was or how to class it.

Finally, he reached the end of the winding hallways, all lined with doors, strangely none were at the end of a secret hallway like his. In front of him was a gory scene, of men in military equipment where shooting at strange creatures that seemed to form from a crack in the floor. Several people in the same white clothes as him lay dead on the ground, either with bullet holes in their heads or with a crude spear through their hearts.

Not caring about any of this Alan simply continued to walk forward into the chaos. One of the monsters saw Alan walk towards it and screeched before charging at him, its spear aimed at his heart. Twisting his body to the side to dodge the spread the boy in white used his momentum to lift his leg and kick the strange small green creature in the side of the head, a sickening crunch coupled with a loud crack sounded as the green creature's neck twisted at a strange angle and a do it formed on the side of it's skill, right where it was kicked.

Looking at the creature it resembled an ugly green child with a long hooked nose and warts all over its skin. Crouching next to the creature's corpse the boy felt something he had not felt in the 12 years since his will was broken. He felt an emotion, it was small and fleeting but it was there, like a single ember in a raging snowstorm. But he knew where to get more of those embers. Just repeat what he did the first time. Picking up the creature's crude spear he charged at them as they continued to seemingly endlessly crawl from the hole in the floor.

Changing to the closest green creature he used the spear's poor edge to cut off its head. And he felt it, that ember, an emotion. While he didn't know what emotion it was, he knew he wanted more of it. Picking up the second spear he continued to kill more and more, getting closer and closer to the source of the green creatures as well as the small group of soldiers fighting them. Soon after Alan killed his 7th green creature, one of the soldiers noticed him before quickly looking over to the rest of the soldiers and saying something before turning towards Alan and aiming his gun.

Dropping one of the spears the boy in white, now red, picked up one of the green creatures' corpses, the 8th he killed, and used its body to shield himself from the flow of bullets. The moment the stream of hot lead ended he threw the bullet-ridden corpse at the soldier, stopping him from reloading his gun and blocking his view from the spear that the boy in red had thrown at soon priced the soldier's neck, sparking a new ember in the cold eyes of the boy in red as the three soldiers became two.

As the fight continued the two became one as a green creature snuck through the gap that the dead soldier had caused to kill yet another. And as the last remaining soldier looked over to his dead comrades he saw hallway painted red with blood, on the floor a pile of bodies painted red. And running towards him was a boy in a once white Long sleeve shirt now red, with similar red jeans and slippers. Scares ran along his wrists and ankles up past the red cloth, his hair pure white, with The red of the boy's eyes the last thing he saw before a crude spear went through his skull.