Nicely done!  I haven't posted here in a really long time, but I have been keeping up.

Great, I really can't wait to see what happens next, (although him getting shot with the drug is obvious) I enjoy the way you set it up. I find when I write, I often will repeat words, giving it some sort of style where you can most certainly tell it's me. This however is like listening to a song, except there's so much suspense. I haven't been into a suspenseful story like this in a while.

Awe, you guys are really *tear* making me *sniffle* emotional here *Hugs*
Thank you, guys :') And I'll post more tommorrow. I just hate to overload you guys with so much story.

You shall see

        Crowell looked certain he had won. His blue eyes were brimming with satisfaction. He appeared to no longer have taken notice of the deep gash on his lip, which was now beginning to scab over.
Alex felt a flicker of anger as he peered at the hateful man, locking his gaze. It was an uncontrollable anger that began to flare like a raging inferno and obscure all rational thoughts. It was like a shroud of suffocating gas that engulfed him, working its way through every crevice of his body until a new determination swelled within him.
In a sudden thrust of his hands, Alex lunged towards Crowell. Only the restraints prevented him from launching himself at Crowell. Crowell merely smiled in contentment, his smooth face twisted with glee. The soldiers; however, stirred, and their fingers itched towards the trigger at the sudden movement.
       Alex reluctantly ceased his struggles. He wanted to strangle Crowell and watch as the life smothered from those horrid icy eyes. But the serrated shackles began to bite menacingly into his wrists, throbbing and ebbed with blood.
Bile manifested in Alex’s chest as Crowell’s smooth laughter sliced through the air like a razor through flesh. The haze of fury was kept at bay by the painful shackles gnawing at his wrists.
       As Alex continued to glare menacingly at Crowell, the female doctor interjected. “We’re ready, Mr. Crowell,â€� she replied, startling Crowell from his satisfied musings.
       Crowell glanced at Alex before he made his ultimate decision. His cruel eyes were boring into Alex – feeding off of his fear. With his head slightly inclined, he glared at Alex over his hooked nose to study him further. Or perhaps torture him more.
          Alex stiffened and felt tears of panic prickle his eyes. His aggressive façade dissipate as his heart thrummed wildly in his chest. “Please don’t do this,â€� he pleaded, this being his last endeavour to save himself.  He prayed that Crowell would find remorse, and Alex continued to stare at Crowell through his tears.
           Crowell’s face was neutral and his gaze refused to falter. Alex was uncertain whether he was pondering on the decision, but he felt his stomach lurch when Crowell’s lips twisted into a cold smile and his eyes remained remorseless, peering at him like two blocks of ice.
His decision had been reached.
         â€œBegin the procedure,â€� Crowell muttered and stroked his chin with light amusement.
          Alex’s heart continued to soar until he felt as though it would tear through his chest. “No,â€� he proclaimed with rigid fear, “you can’t do this!â€� He shrieked his refusal as a stainless steel trolley was wheeled beside him, wielding an ominous-looking syringe filled with the colourless solution.
          The female doctor approached Alex and grasped his arm in her gloved hand. Alex recoiled from her grip, tearing away. He would keep writhing to ensure the needle didn’t touch his skin. He refused to die in such a manner – to wait for the needle to pierce his flesh. This would be his last attempt of defiance.
           Instead, a soldier grasped his forearm tightly, pinning it against the arm of the chair, and his fingers creating bruises. “Sit still,â€� he growled threateningly, “you wouldn’t want the needle to break off in your skin.â€� He scoffed with near sarcasm. 
           Alex ceased his struggle and the realization that he was completely defeated swelled through him and he relented his arm to the doctor. The female doctor grasped his arm and began sterilizing it with a cotton ball. The alcohol was cool against his hot, sweaty skin, and he could almost feel the pain of the needle about to enter his arm.
            He peered into the doctor’s eyes with silent pleading, but she did not return the glance. She kept her eyes downcast with a sombre expression as she collected the need from the table to Alex’s right. 
    Alex’s stomach was churning like a riptide and closing his eyes was all he could do to brace himself. The reality of death was imminent and he could do nothing to prevent it. It was inevitable. His fate was sealed and everybody within the room knew it. There would be no escape, as the soldiers guarded the doors with massive rifles. ‘It’s hopeless,’ he choked back the sobs, ‘I’m going to die. But I want to live! I don’t deserve this!’
    Hot tears prickled his eyes once more and cascaded down his cheeks. His face was contorted in anguish as he kept his eyes closed. He could not glance at the quivering needle as the doctor brought it closer to his tender forearm. He could only grit his teeth together and hope the pain of death would not be present. He knew it was asking for too much.
    Everyone within the room held their breath as the needle grazed his flesh tauntingly, the massive protrusion finally entering his skin. With a small stab of pain, Alex felt the needle snake through his skin, deep into his bicep muscle and an intense pressure as the hypodermic needle expelled its contents into his body.
    Finally, the needle withdrew from his arm and the female doctor shrugged away from Alex, her dark brows furrowed and all eyes within the room glancing his way.
    Alex refused to open his eyes, for he did not want to watch his world consume with darkness. He clenched his fists white-knuckled, the bones jutting from his skin. He kept his breath constricted; awaiting the pain he knew was coming.

Oooh I Think I Know What Happens!

I still have to start it. I'm afraid of the tension. If I don't I would be sitting here for 2 days trying to read it all like last time.

Grayle You Sound Like A Book Reviewer

I suppose I should post more
Chapter 4
Crowell sustained his bemused gaze on Alex, watching as the boy’s rigid, quivering body eased and his pallid face relaxed. Only then did he break his stare to glance at the gawking doctors.
“Are you insane?� The female doctor enquired with fierce exasperation. “We have to help the boy. What if he’s dying?� Her face held the utmost contempt and only her fear of Crowell kept her at bay.
Unhindered by her anger, Crowell muttered, “He’s already dead,� his expression cool and collected. His curious eyes darted to the shackles and satisfaction swelled in his chest. ‘I did it!’ He admired his cleverness and smiled. ‘To create such a drug…I’ll be in the books for this one!’ His thoughts trailed off as he considered the potency of the Codoxin drug.
‘I’ll be the most successful and famous scientist in the world.’ The deliberation tore him away from his recent miseries and anguish. At that moment he felt truly happy – something he hadn’t felt in over ten years.
The group of doctors gazed at Crowell with horror and revulsion, but Crowell didn’t care. He made the drug work. He turned away from the motionless heap and faced his flabbergasted scientists and a wide grin stretched on his face.
“It worked. Now all you have to do is find a way to keep our patients alive.� His eyes flickered to every doctor as he turned away, heading towards the door. “I’ll give you as long as you need and any necessary funds, so long as you ensure the drug will be safe for human testing.�
The doctors did nothing but stand in a stupor, their faces flushed with colour.
Crowell advised his guards, “dispose of the body. Make it look like an accident,� he replied coolly as he began to exit. ‘I’d rather deal with a dead child than the monstrosity he might’ve become.’
As if confirming his worst deduction, he heard faint shuffling issuing from behind him. He revolved to face the boy as he stirred from the ground. He groaned and his eyelids began to flutter feebly. Alex lifted his head, a smear of blood on his cheek and a quizzical expression on his face.
“shite,� Crowell hissed.
                ***
Alex’s green eyes fluttered open. The world surrounding him was hazy and for a brief moment all he could hear was the ceaseless ringing in his ears. Murmuring finally broke through the mental barrier in his mind. The voices seemed distant and incomprehensible, as though a long forgotten memory that sprang from his mind.
He tried to swallow, but his throat was parched and his saliva was thick on his tongue. His throat was raw, but from what, he could not remember.
He had his cheek pressed against the cool cement floor, which eased the blazing hot skin. His limbs were oddly askew, and his head throbbed, as with the rest of his body. He might have presumed he had collided with a speeding semi if it wasn’t for the dark, looming figure that stood in front of him.
As he blinked numerous times to rid of the haze, he saw Crowell standing there, like a looming figure of death. Crowell’s face was riddled with indecision and irritation, his face beginning to redden with the indication of anger.
The four scientists were huddled in a group, their concerned gazes sweeping over Alex’s body. They appeared to want to approach him and console him, but none dared to – not with Crowell so near.
    Despite the weakness that flushed Alex’s body, he lifted his head, his shaking arms about to give way from the swimming walls and dots of darkness blotting his vision. Though he doubted he had enough strength to sit up, much less stand, sheer determination prompted him to his feet.
    Groaning and trembling, Alex heaved himself to his feet. Blood rushed to his skull and his knees buckled as he struggled against gravity to stay erect. With his teeth clenched to ease the swaying of the floor, Alex took a step forward.
    His muscles screamed and protest and a wave of dizziness engulfed him. He almost felt his legs gave way; nonetheless, his desperation to leave prompted him to remain erect.
    He wanted to forget this nightmare occurred and more than anything else, he wanted to get the hell out of the building, away from Crowell, as far as he could. He knew the feat would prove difficult.
    His exhausted glance settled on Crowell and he glared at him with as much repulsion as he could. His eyes smouldered into Crowell’s, but Crowell’s expression remained disillusioned – torn.
    How long would it be before the drug killed him? ‘Will Crowell keep testing on me? Will he keep me locked away so I don’t tell anyone? Or will he kill me?’ The notions flitted through his mind and he knew he no longer cared. He would fight as much as he could, but he knew that would do little for him now.
    An aging, balding scientist broke away from the congregation, his eager voice perforating the stunned silence. “It worked,â€� he piped and approached Alex, who warily withdrew. “We’ll need to observe him for a few days to examine the effects of the drug, of course,â€� he mused aloud, gazing at Crowell through his heavy-lidded eyes.
    Alex’s mind was still trying to grasp all that had happened. Like a rusted gear, his mind began to place things together and he stood defiantly, shaking his head. “I won’t let you. I’ve done what I promised. You can’t keep me here…â€� his voice broke off and he wiped the sweat from his forehead.
    Although he was too weak to successfully fight off several grown men, he’d try. He would no longer allow them to keep him captive.
    The scientist argued. “You have no choice…â€� but he was interrupted by Crowell’s solemn voice.
    “Let him leave. He’s no longer relevant to our research.â€� He stared at Alex and for a flicker of time; Alex thought he saw a flash of sympathy in his eyes. But realizing his mistake, Crowell’s expression hardened, “he’s one of them.â€� He said the last word as though it were poison on his tongue.

Very nice, Punx!

  If I'm reading this right, Crowell is planing on having the drug produce a deadly side effect to individuals with a certain genetic makeup, but provide long-lasting positive effects for normal humans; am I correct? If so, considering the animosity and prejudice Crowell later shows toward 'them', I find it difficult that he would simply let Alex go - especially if the intended side effect didn't work as planned after all.
 
  Then again, since this is several years in the beginning of the story, perhaps Crowell's prejudice became cancerous over time and since the side effect didn't work as planned, there was no need to make a big deal out of his secret intentions - ones that apparently even the doctors don't know about. If that is your aim, I like it - intending the drug to 'fail' on Alex by killing him is cold, dark, and inhuman - just what we might expect from Crowell.

  Your descriptive language was as enjoyable as ever, and I didn't find any anomalies glaring out for notice, either.
 
  Well Done, Punx! Keep it coming!

Okay, so in that scene, to make up for that fault, I'm going to make it visibly apparent to Crowell and others in the room that Alex is, in fact, one of them. Whether it be in the colour of his eyes or what not. Thanks, Grayle. I might never have spotted that.

The doctor appeared ready to argue further, but Crowell revolved to face him with his piercing gaze.
    The scientist fell silent and melted into the group of other awed scientists. Never before had they heard such merciful words from Crowell, a seemingly cold, heartless man. It left them in stunned silence.
    Alex, still glaring at Crowell, began to shuffle toward the exit, but Crowell’s hand shot out and blocked the doorway.
    The hard, icy expression seeped back into his demeanour as he spoke. “If you tell anyone about what took place today or do anything to jeopardize my company, I will kill you. You won’t be so lucky next time.â€� He issued each word with potent venom, sending a chill up Alex’s spine.
    Alex could only nod his weary head, keeping his eyes averted to the ground as the hand pulled away and Alex stepped through the doorway.
    As he sauntered to the elevator, surprised his own feet didn’t trip him, he could feel those blazing eyes following him until the metal doors clamped shut and he descended to safety.
    Never again, he assured himself, would he allow himself to fall into such a predicament. He would make what he could with his new life – that is if the drug didn’t kill him first.
    Moments later, Alex exited the grand, but sinister building, with terrifying images reeling though his mind. The whole situation only seemed like some horrid nightmare, and he was sure that soon he would rouse from his slumber and realize this was some horrible dream.
    But as he gazed down at his arm, he felt the tickling pinprick seize his attention. The area surrounding it was still feverishly red, but the majority of the pain had subsided. All that remained was the pestering weakness and aching that radiated through his body.
    He took little heed to the swarming crowds of bustling people pressing in from all around him. Nor did he pay any attention to the scorching sun that loomed overhead – the afternoon heat sweltering through the shuffling masses.
    He only focused on the previous events as he reached the bus stop. He combed his fingers through his short dark hair and felt nothing but the matted blood in his hair. He felt not the laceration that had been there less than an hour ago. He knew it had been deep, but now it was little more that a smooth canvas of skin.
    Perplexed, Alex continued to ponder. ‘Maybe it was the drug! Perhaps it worked!’ The consideration made his mind reel.
    However, as he continued to feel the throbbing in his bones and muscles, he wondered. ‘Will the drug kill me? Will it maim me?’ He pondered the events before him and found himself further confused.
    He remembered the words Crowell had spoken with great lucidity. What had he meant by “them?â€� The consideration was thought-provoking and perturbing. The more he pondered, the more he began to question its meaning.
    When he had roused from his unconsciousness, he remembered the expression on Crowell’s face. It was disappointment and a deep repulsion he could not fathom. But if Crowell had such hate for ‘them’ then why did he bother to spare Alex?
Frustrated and finding no answer, Alex focused on the next dilemma, hoping this one would be easier to answer. ‘Should I go to the police?’ He contemplated. ‘No, they’ll never believe me. What if Crowell tries to kill me?’
       At that moment, he knew the answer. He could tell no one, for if Crowell found out, he would kill him. He would show him no mercy this time. He knew because of the blazing, hard gleam in Crowell’s eyes as he spoke those dangerous words.
            The consideration left a hollow pit in Alex’s stomach and he boarded the bus homeward bound. He would gather his strength, mill through certain notions and begin anew with his life. Though he rarely believed in fate, he knew he had been given a second chance to correct what mistakes he had made – to force the anger into the deep recesses of his mind. It was his only opportunity and he knew he could not waste it.
He would leave his old life behind – everything he knew. For reasons unknown to him, he did not fear the future; instead, he looked forward to it. He no longer wanted to live amongst the shambles of a ruined life, with an Uncle that cared little of his existence.
      He wanted out.
      With a renewed determination, Alex was prepared to face was obstacles that lie ahead and get as far away from Crowell as he could.

Hmmm, should I continue?

Okay I was just making sure. I was going to take it off just in case some one stole it 'cause my family keeps urging me to publish it.