Deep in the rolling hills of the country side lies a small house. It is no different than those that stand a mere few miles away, but it gave off an ominous feel, threatening those that passed by to do just that. Pass by. No one has seen any car dare pull into the driveway of this home, no one has seen anyone enter this house, and in turn, no one has ever seen leave. If anyone had the guts, they would find the door unlocked, and the inside meticulously kept clean and dust-free. Though, if you looked all around the house, there will be no one living there.
However, right under the stairs there is a small doorway, the only object in the house that shows any sign of use, with worn hinges and faint marks along the floor. If you dared enter further, you would find the stairs leading into a dark hallway, marked every so often by a black number painted on the white brick walls. At the very edge of the hallway, a large door can be seen, a hazard sign and some sort of puzzle of numbers printed in stickers on the front. The door knob is replaced by a large metal wheel, one that would open the large lock that kept it in place.
Inside that very door lays something no one wold ever suspect. A lab, of sorts, right of of a Sci-Fi Movie. With test tubes and beakers, to syringes and tanks of green goo, it seems like the perfect place for any Scientist to work. In this lab, there has been a secret kept for year now, the development of artificial Life. Indeed, they were successful, and these beings were called "Colors".
The soft hiss of multiple doors opening signaled the beginning of a new day. Right down one particular hallway, several doors opened, seven to be exact. Though not exactly seven people walked out, there were indeed seven people living there. Or, were they people? Well, in a sort of way, yes they were.
Red often wondered this, were they considered people? Or just the offspring of such, a messy combination of DNA and then some different chemicals mixed together and somehow magically forming a humanoid. She stood from her bed, mind already going through the routine of the day. Days were always on some sort of schedule, after waking up, there was breakfast, which was then followed by a meeting, telling of the agenda of the day, a morning session of either training, or an injection of new chemicals or something of that sort. Rarely was there any break in that schedule, almost as if it was a sacred tradition. Hopefully it wouldn't become one.
She dressed herself in simple clothes, a red T-Shirt and black pants tucked into combat boots. They were really the only things in her closet, that, or something similar, but she wasn't one to complain over that sort of thing. It was comfortable, and it fit nicely, what else was there to care about? Tugging the shirt down, Red turned towards the door, taking a moment to observe what lay in front of her before bending down to pick it up.
Breakfast was served on a nondescript tray placed directly in front of each room, so close that if you didn't pay attention, you could easily steep into whatever they were serving. It was as usual, a mere meal of simple foods, and on this day, it was a bowl of oatmeal and a ripe, most likely chemically grown, apple. Red sat on the edge of her bed, legs crossed as she ate her meal. She had grown used to the dull food, and she was sure most others had as well. Years, or even days of such food could dull your taste buds until anything that had any flavor would seem like a gourmet meal.
A mere twenty minutes later, a shrill bell rang, signaling the end of breakfast. And then, to the "meeting" room. In reality, it was a glorified lab room, with the stations pushed to the side to make a small clear area for a multitude of people to stand. Red stood first, being the first color in the rainbow. There was a familiar scientist standing in front of all of them, waiting impatiently for all the other Colors to align before he would begin to speak.