Anthony Dimair isn't your average teenager. Anthony Dimair doesn't have your average teenage problems. Unfortunately, Anthony Dimair doesn't know that yet.
By most accounts Anthony's been a pretty normal kid his whole life. When he starts what should be a normal year of high school, he suddenly begins to change. There's something dark buried deep inside him, but it wants to get out.
As people start disappearing and unknown assailants start following him, Anthony turns to his Uncle for answers. With only the help of his friends he sets off on a quest to discover the truth. But discovering the truth may very well get him killed.
Follow Anthony on an epic adventure as he races against time and the darkness inside him. Will he survive to find out the truth? Or will he get himself and his friends killed in the process?
“They walk among us”
Somewhere in the Western United States
“Careful with that!” A scraggly gray haired man in a white lab coat demanded.
Hanson grumpily nodded and sat the cardboard box onto the table. He pulled a small beige knife from his pocket and gently cut the tape that sealed the top together. As he folded the box back the man slapped at his hand and shooed him away.
“We’ll take it from here. Go and bring us another subject.” He spat.
Hanson took his hands away from the box and turned around. He lumbered over the tiny man like a Sasquatch. Hanson stood at least two feet taller than him and his gorilla like frame should have been more than intimidating.
“Forgive Dr. Heizwick’s crude tone Hanson; he’s been under incredible stress lately.” Dr. Vorcick moved in between them.
Hanson eyed him for a moment longer then turned and walked out of the room.
“You must learn to be more polite to the help.” Dr. Vorcick suggested.
“Why, that mindless ape can hardly remember his name.”
“Yes, but that mindless ape is the only thing standing between us and them.” Dr. Vorcick raised his eyebrows and nodded.
Dr. Heizwick turned back to the box and slowly pulled the flaps back. A bluish glow emitted from the inside. He reached his hand into the box and withdrew a small glass canister with metal caps on either end. The canister was unmarked and filled with a glowing blue liquid that sparkled, resembling some kind of shiny jell-o.
“Are they all there?” Dr. Vorcick looked on.
“Yes, help me load them into the centrifuge.”
One by one they removed more than two dozen identical canisters and placed them into a large centrifuge that sat at the end of an operating table. Dr. Heizwick smiled greedily when they were finished, rubbing his hands together in satisfaction.
As Dr. Vorcick turned on the centrifuge, Hanson burst through the door struggling to control the young brown haired girl he drug behind him. She was possibly in her early twenties and in addition to being severely malnourished, was covered in cuts and deep blue bruises. Her long brown hair was knotted and clumped together and a soiled medical gown did it’s best to cling to her skeletal frame. Her hands and feet had been chained together in a manner that was normally reserved for hogs. A heavier chain had been wrapped around her waist and Hanson held the other end in his hands.
“The tranquilizer aint working as good.” Hanson complained as the girl whipped around and buried her teeth into his calf. He brought his heavy fist crashing down on her head and she flinched and sunk her teeth deeper into him.
“You see what I mean.” Hanson yelped as he grabbed the sides of her head and yanked backwards.
Once Hanson managed to free his leg he punched her again and then slid her across the floor. Gripping her by the throat he lifted her off the ground and slammed her onto the operating table. The doctors seemed to have barely noticed the skirmish and continued to tinker with the centrifuge.
Hanson quickly secured her to the table with a number of metal bands and leather straps. He then spit in her face and turned to the doctors.
“She’s all yours. Hopefully she’ll make it longer than the last one.” He snickered then walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.
The girl moaned and cried out from the table. She pulled against the straps and the metal screws whined from the stress. With a clank one of the bolts securing her to the table snapped and went spiraling into the air.
“Hanson, get back in here!” Dr. Heizwick yelled.
Both of the doctors scurried backwards as the girl tossed and wiggled trying to rid herself of the restraints. The door swung open and Hanson darted back inside carrying a syringe that was obviously made for much larger animals.
“Damn it!” He screamed as her hand broke free from the metal band. “I knew that last dose wasn’t enough.”
Hanson dove at her and tried to grab her arm. She caught him by the collar in mid air and tossed him into the wall. With a thud he slid down onto the floor and the syringe flew off in the other direction.
The girl’s piercing screams grew louder and she strained to free her other hand. She seemed to be getting stronger with each passing minute. Dr. Heizwick looked on in horror unable to move his feet.
“Heizwick grab the needle!” Dr. Vorcick hollered as he helped Hanson to his feet.