It was a clear day, that's one of the first things I remembered.
"Hey, sis, there's something I wanna do." I was looking up towards my sister, she was around eight at the time and I was around five. She's three years older than me. She was quite a pretty girl, not so beautiful that men practically swarmed over her but she was definitely a looker. She always has her ginger twintails, her defining feature. I'm not really a fan of them, but whatever floats your boat I guess.
Oh, what am I talking about? Well you see... you know the stories about a mad scientist who creates things, who experiments on things to achieve something? This is one of those stories, I can assure you that.
"Oh, what is it, little bro?" She turned around towards me, there was a beaming smile on her face and her... lilac eyes were clear. I can assure you that I thought nothing of her eye colour at first, but now that I reflect it should have been a big giveaway. We were standing in our garage at the time, it was well-organised as far as I can tell.
"I want to play with you." I raised my arms, similar to how any child who wants to be picked up would. The smile on my sister's face grew more.
Oh, me?
"Before that, little bro..." she picked me up and put me on the table, when she patted me on the head I thought nothing of it.
I am very confident in telling you that I am not the mad scientist. I'm pretty sure it's obvious when I tell you that I was...
"What game is this?" I asked her, she simply shook her head and placed her finger on her lips and made a 'shhh' sound.
"If you speak you'll lose, little bro, now just relax..." even if I was a child with no medical knowledge I was quite frightened of the syringe; it looked very sharp. I was listening to her well.
Well... I was the...
"Sis, I don't like this anymore..." I shuffled backwards. My sister simply sped up which only made me more scared.
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"Don't be scared, little bro." She smiled, I certainly became even more frightened when she told me that.
"Sis... I don't like this..." I suppose I was ready to run away, but I wasn't aware back then that my sister was smart enough to think ahead. I shuffled back until I hit the wall where... I was strapped into some kind of miniature operating table.
"Don't run away, little bro..." her smile was bigger than ever! I closed my eyes to try and prevent myself from seeing it, but alas... it didn't work.
I was the experiment! I'm pretty sure that was easy to understand, right? I would tell you how much experiments I've been through... but, actually, I can tell you. I don't need excuses!
8,944,394,323,791,464,171,676,801,775,653,295,128,009,963,245,986,121,393,233
Now, if you're asking me why I know 8 or about 9 novemdecillion experiments, then please refer to experiment 212,144, in which my sister experimented in hyper-memory. What made that one the most memorable wasn't the fact that I could remember everything, but it was the fact that my senses also got very heightened... even pain.
Thanks, sis...
If you're wondering how it's humanly possible for someone to perform all those experiments... I recommend asking a human. I'm pretty sure I'm not human anymore after all I've been through and I'm very sure my sister isn't human. How, you ask? Well, aside from the fact that she performed all those experiments on her innocent little brother, she also performed all those experiments in eleven years.
ELEVEN YEARS!
So, if you want to write a biography for me I recommend you include how I died around 47,000 times... that my sister has told me off and the fact that I'm not sure if I'm exactly a boy or girl at this point. Always attracts attention.
Oh, and if you ever meet my sister...
Well, I'll pray for ya'!
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No little brothers were scarred okay, they were scarred but they weren't harmed!