The Hybrid Kid.

It took almost ten years. Twenty other kids lost over ten years of experiments. This one child, experiment twenty-one, or Ron has somehow survived. The experiments started over ten years ago when president George Bush Sr. wanted to create super soldiers, but not any kind of super soldiers you can think of. He wanted kids. The project was to be kept top secret, and if anyone tried to tell a soul then they were sent very far away. Ron has somehow been the lucky one.

He has the genius of thirteen army generals stored in his hat. His big eyes help him to see further than any normal human. Underneath his Army uniform is his skin, which was genetically mixed with three different types of metal. He was given the name Ron from the uniform he was given. Formally belonging to the now deceased soldier Ron Jerry. For some reason he never smiles. He always has the same nervous look on his face. I think he realizes what he was made for. He realizes that he is part man part monster, in the sense that he is a living, breathing killing machine. I don’t think I would smile too much if I knew that I was made for the purpose of killing other human beings.

It shouldn’t be long now before we can finish his tests. Everything on him seems to be working perfectly. Until he is shipped off we will keep him locked up in what we call the white room. He always asks the same question, “What is the purpose of a life that is made to end everyone else’s?” I feel bad for the poor kid sometimes, I know if it was my child I would have killed those dam scientists years ago for the torture he’s going to endure. Sadly Ron has no parents for that. Both of them died in an accidental launch of a military missile at a plane the two of them were on during a flight back from Haiti, but that’s all water under the bridge now. Ron is only seven years old, the only thing that he needs to know now is that we are his family.

I can here him being dragged out his room for the last few tests. I can hear him screaming in agony as they lock him down to a steel reinforced table and roll him down the hall. I believe they will be doing some more bomb disarming tests. He usually does pretty well on those. Ron doesn’t realize it now, but he is quite possibly the greatest weapon the world will ever see.