Aug 16, 2018
Rook knotted his fingers together behind his back and hoped the scientists couldn't see it. His unit-mates stood beside him. Everyone was at attention as Doctor Richards stalked down the line. He was going to pick someone.
Rook prayed it wouldn't be him.
But God was not listening to Rook on that morning. Doctor Richards halted before the young soldier, considering him carefully.
"Private Rook, you will participate in today's tests. Your unit-mates will stand by to aid you should you fail them."
Rook worked hard to keep the fear from his face. "Yes, sir." The scars on his back tingled, the marks on his chest ached. Rook wondered where his new scars would lie.