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The Hercules Project

I’m an international, multiple award-winning author with a passion for the voices in my head. As a singer, songwriter, independent filmmaker and improv teacher and performer, my life has always been about creating and sharing what I create with others. Now that my dream to write for a living is a reality, with over a hundred titles in happy publication and no end in sight, I live in beautiful Prince Edward Island, Canada, with my giant cats, pug overlord and overlady and my Gypsy Vanner gelding, Fynn. Being super doesn't come with a training manual. No.3 plucked me out of my wheelchair and securely strapped me into a three point harness before I could even think to fight, not that I could have struggled much. He ignored me and left me there, carrying my folded chair out with him. I gaped, unable to breathe or think, watching him exit and approach a white-coated man who turned when No.3 spoke to him. I knew that scientist. "Dad!" He glanced at me and I felt a shudder of cold drive through my stomach. It was like he didn't see me at all. Sixteen-year-old Wyatt Simons has spent his entire life in a wheelchair, raised by his nanny Abigail since his scientist father wants nothing to do with him. That's why Wyatt is so shocked when his dad has him brought to his secret underground lab where Wyatt is exposed to a secret military experiment, one that transforms his body beyond all expectations. But physical changes can do nothing to erase the fact his father still treats him like he's in the way, or help find the dangerous saboteur undermining the project.

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Chapter 21

Evolution

Testing changed quite a bit from that moment on. Not only was Dad more willing to listen to reason, but the whole gang of us agreed to stand up for ourselves if there was even a moment of doubt about what was being done. We insisted on full disclosure before each and every test and got it, so any remaining anger simmered down. I, for one, was much more comfortable knowing I had at least a measure of control. Not that I minded being pushed. None of us did. It was just the benefits had to outweigh the risks. We hadn't come so far only to have our lives snuffed out because of another "accident" or my father's enthusiasm.

I didn't say anything to the others about the saboteur. As far as I knew, my father was blowing smoke to hide his own screw up. It just wasn't worth it to get the kids worked up if it wasn't true. But I did keep a careful eye out just in case, extra cautious from then on.