Part 1

The siren rang without warning and i felt sick in my blood. The door opened and we were ushered down to the familiar corridor where i pass by for the past 14 years. Normally I would be looking forward to this moment for my meals but not now, not for the siren. Is time for the test again.

I grew up in an orphanage which is quite well known around the world and is heavily supported by the government agaency. It has facilities no other orphange had and the funds it had could buy a few countries. However i have never used these facilities before. They are just for display. When i was 7 years old i was taken to a room with other kids whose age are same as mine and several test was conducted on us and we were eventually divided into 2 groups, the TESTER and the WORKER. I do not know how i ended up into the tester group maybe is because of my small build and weak stamina. I was curious what i need to do as a tester, maybe try out food or try out new facilities in the orphange but i was very wrong. We had to try out drugs and medicine which are not stable yet and sometimes poison to see the effect. These poison are said to be used for assasination and the coroner will not be able to find the real cause of death and will presume as heart attack.

Everytime when the siren rang the tester will be escort to a room filled with people in white outfit and they will start testing drugs on us. Sometimes we have to eat pills of different shapes and size and other times with drugs inject directly into us. We will then be observed for a weeks for signs of side effects. Not all the tester are lucky enough to escape death, some will be dead immdiately after the test while others got stroke or paralyse for the rest of their lives and these tester will be left aside to rot to death.

I was lucky enough to survived the past 13 test and i am now going for my 14th one. The tester can only be used once a year so that the new drugs will not corrupt with the previous one. The corridor to the testing room was lined up with military soldiers to make sure no one try to escape or hurt those people in white outfit. Those who try will find themselves filled with bullets and even if they managed to escape from the soldiers there is no way they could escape from the tight security and the barricade around the orphange compound. The building was design in such a way that it is no difference from a first class prison and information leaking to the outside world is impossible.

I found my usual spot in the room and sat down awaiting for instructions. The man in white (MIW) approach me with a container 'CAUTION' as a label, puts on a mask and took the drugs out. This test was very different from the past one because this is the first time the MIW wears a mask and handle the drugs with extreme care, soldiers with mask on are surrounding my area and what totally freak me out is that the 'zip lock bag' for dead body is right beside my seat.

"Dun worry this is like the usual procedure you had before. Describe how you feel after consumption of the drugs." The MIW said calmly. He then took out a bible and mumbled some stuff before one of the soldiers pry open my mouth.

Tell him how i feel? I doubt i will be able to walk out this room alive. The drugs must be still at its initial stage and tester who test them will most probably end up in the morgue. The drug get closer and closer to my mouth and i pray hard that i will just die peacefully with no pain.

Suddenly a soldier rush into the room and stop the MIW. He whisper some stuff into his ears and the MIW gave orders to release me. "You are very lucky, you just got a sponsor." Before i could rejoice i felt a sharp pain at the back of my head and everything went black.

To be continued.....