Free The Seven by Sean Patrick Little Page A

forearm, his hand was curled into a ball, the Bic pen sticking out of both sides of his wrist, the end covered in blood. "Very good, Indigo," the doctor's voice was low and precise again. "I will very much enjoy studying your brain now. This is a delightful development."
    Indigo suddenly twisted and extended her fist. A brief flash of silvery-white light generated from the end of her fist and blasted forward, smashing hard into Cormair's chest. The thin, elderly man flew backwards as if he had been hit by a truck.
    "Holy cow!" Andy breathed. "Indigo, that was amazing!"
    "Let's get out of here," said Indigo. She winced and closed her eyes, bringing her hands up to rub her temples. John could see her gritting her teeth. "He's done. Andy, please get Kenny."
    The fluid had drained completely out of the tank. Posey was motionless, slumped against the glass, a dead seabird washed on the shore.
    "Posey?" Holly said. She was crying. "Posey, please wake up."
    "She can't hear you," said Indigo. "We need to get the lid off of the tank."
    "Leave it to me," said Andy. He crawled up the ladder on the side and put his hands on the sides of the metal lid. There were tubes and mechanisms all over the top. Andy slipped his fingers under the metal and began to pull. He braced his legs on the ladder and began curling his arms up. The lid trembled. The veins in Andy's arms jumped out and his neck muscles bulged and seemed to double in size. A low, guttural scream drew out from Andy's stomach, and broke into voice in his throat. Glass began to crack and splinter down the sides of the tank. Suddenly, the entire tank shattered and rained down in razor shards of glass. Andy fell backwards off the ladder, landing on the ground with a brutal thump that made the floor shake.
    "Andy! What's going on?" John fell to his friend's side and put a hand on his arm. It felt like a bag of snakes was twisting beneath the skin. "Look at him!"
    Andy's arms seemed to be heaving, doubling in size and mass. His chest was bubbling with muscles. He seemed to be becoming something twice his already impressive size. He wasn't getting taller, only increasing in muscle and girth. His chest expanded, his stomach became broader, his neck thicker.
    "Something finally happened," said Sarah. "He's changing, too."
    Andy's eyes blinked open and he began to scream. His eyes were wide and scared and his scream sent chills through John's bones. It was a scream of absolute agony.
    "Nurse Hathcock! Do something!" Holly shouted.
    The nurse bustled over and tried to hold Andy's head. He reached over his head and grabbed her by the shoulder. With the flick of his wrist, Nurse Hathcock was sent flying across the room and smashed into the rack of servers. She fell to the floor motionless. Sarah was at her side in an instant. "She's still breathing!"
    Inside the tank, Posey stirred for a moment.
    "She's alive!" Holly pointed.
    Posey's eyes snapped open wide. Her dark brown eyes were gone, replaced with brilliant, reflective, golden eyes---the sclera and iris had turned a dark, molten gold color, with only the tiniest pinpoint of black where the pupil should be. Even from across the room, John knew she was in pain. And then Posey opened her mouth and screamed.
    All the glass in the room exploded. John collapsed in agony; his eardrums felt punctured. Holly crumpled to the floor, clutching at her ears. Indigo and Sarah both grabbed their heads and fell to the ground. The scream clawed and punched their brains. John could only writhe in pain and pray for the pain to end.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Posey felt like she was on fire. Every nerve in her body crackled with a thousand sensations and the only thing registering in her brain was pain. Pain at the end of her limbs, pain in her chest, pain in her back, pain in her head---it wouldn't stop. It couldn't stop. The only thing she was able to do was scream, and that caused more pain. Her throat felt like a thousand pins were