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Post by William Saint Claire on Jan 28, 2012 0:53:14 GMT -5
It was quiet as he slowly opened his eyes, yet only to darkness. He could hear only the sound of his breathing, which was heavy and laboured. He felt weak, and the pain was coursing through his body. Never before had he felt so...mortal. Suddenly a loud siren arose and he could feel the rumble of giant metal doors unlocking and opening. Hurried footsteps came in through the door, and the sound of guns being readied to fire echoed in his ears. It was a sickening scene. There he hung, his arms spread wide as if he were crucified. Giant metal tubes were connected to his skinny arms, and a metal helmet covered his head. He was stripped to the nude, with nothing but metal tubes and blood on his body as he hanged there helpless...powerless. Just then a mans voice spoke out to him.
"Number 7! Today is the day...today is the day that we finally see what you can truely do. Today we see if the years of pain and torture will actually lead to compliance, do you hear me number 7!"
He did hear him, but he was too weak to speak back, not that he wanted too anyways. He just hanged there motionless, speechless, like a animal awaiting slaughter. The man spoke up again with anger in his voice.
"ANSWER ME NUMBER 7 WHEN IM TALKING TO YOU! You worthless piece of trash...do you want me to send you back to torture! Maybe that will help you to comply to your master! Tech room...let him down...men...keep your guns on his head...if he does one thing out of line you kill him without question do you hear me?"
The sirens sounded again and each tube unlatched from him and he fell to the ground nearly curned into the fetal possition. He was cold and weak. With little nuritiment and tons of rigourous physical punishment he was just a shell of what he used to be. The man spoke up again directing his soldiers.
"Men, get him in full transportation gear. We have to get him to the infirmary for strengthening and compliance management. I want him there in the next ten minutes! And you number 7...remember...I want full compliance from you or it will be back to your favorite place you got me...."
He could hear the mans footsteps as he walked out, and then the footsetps of the soldiers walking towards him. He couldnt do anything, he was too weak. They picked him up, and after hitting him a few times and saying their peace, they strapped him into a wheel chair securing his arms and legs and midsection. They took his metal helmet off, and the light from the room nearly burned his eyes. He winced as his long black hair fell to the sides of his head. It was wet from sweat but greasy from being unwashed and having hints of blood in it. He looked around at the room. Metal walls standing 30 feet high with long metal tubes that connected to needles for iv fluid just to keep him alive. The door was a huge 15 foot thick metal vault door with tons of locks, and a long mirror that was sure to be double sided. But before he could turn his head to look the gaurds activated his special chair. Just then arms came from the side bars of the chairs and pointed long needles containing some kind of deadly poison that were placed directly beside his head, in case he were to try anything. The gaurds kept their guns on him and they continued to walk down a long hallway. It was white painted and the lights were so bright it was like he was staring into the sun. It bured but the tears were washing away the blood that was staining his eye lids. He was a skinny man, his ribs were showing, and it was obvious he was mistreated and underfed. He looked like death, and wished for it more. The guards finally got to a room and went through the door where a beautiful woman in a doctors coat was waiting for him. They picked him up and strapped him to a long cold metal table. She looked friendly and actually smiled at him as he layed there. She spoke, and her voice was friendly, calm and warm.
"Hello number 7...i see its finally time we get you back on your feet. I need you to trust me ok...some of the things i do is going to hurt but I just need you to know that its going to make you feel better. You just have to promise me that once i have you feeling better than you dont do anything you may regret, ok? Can you do that for me?"
He looked up into her big brown eyes and he managed to nod. He didnt plan on hurting her. She was always as nice as she could be to him, but as soon as he could he was going to get out of there. Then he felt a horrible pain in his side and he screamed out. The scream echoed through the whole building as she plunged a needle deep into his body pumping him full of some kind of strange fluid that warmed him from the inside out.
"Breathe number 7! Just breathe and relax. Theres 5 more of these, i need you to be strong ok! This is going to hurt but it will be worth it in the long run. Here comes the next one. Deep breath!"
One after the other she plundged those needles deep into his body injecting him, and with each one he felt a bit stronger. Afterwords she did a routine checkup to see what they could do to get him back to recovery. He remained compliant, so they brang him food, and he devoured it like a starving pig. Three days passed, 55 injections later, and he was strong again. His body had far surpassed its muscle mass previously before, and he felt strong again, stronger than before but...different.
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Post by William Saint Claire on Jan 28, 2012 1:16:04 GMT -5
He sat quietly in the center of a room at a table, where he was enjoying more food for his good behavior. Guards surrounded him as he ate and then the door opened and a man walked in and sat down in front of him, staring him in the eyes. You could see a hint of fear but he was trying very hard to look tough. He spoke, and it was the same voice from when the man took him from his prison.
"Number 7...do you know why we have given this gift to you? Do you know why youre not stuck back in that prison where you belong? hmm?"
He just looked at the man talking and didnt move waiting for him to tell him the answer.
"We did this for you because it is time you save humanity, its time that you work for us now. All this time that youve had to suffer and be tormented wasnt really for our own sick pleasure, but for your own benefit...it was to toughen you up, to show you true strength, and now we need you number 7."
Just then, very quietly in a deep raspy voice that seemed to boom in the room even though he was nearly whispering, he spoke up.
"My name....isnt Number 7....My name is William..."
The other mans eyes got huge, almost in fear but then he stood up and pounded his fists on the table trying to remain the dominant force.
"I DIDNT ASK YOU FOR YOUR NAME DO YOU HEAR ME! You will speak when you are told to speak, is that understood? You have no idea the hell I can put you through, now you shut your mouth and listen to me! Im the god damn commishioner of this sector and furthermore when you speak to me you address me as Mr. Hario! Now then...there are a group of half breeds terrorizing a poor neighborhood out in the lower regions of sector 9...we need you to put a stop to this."
William- And what makes you think I would do that...Mr.Hario...
Hario- Simple...if you dont youll go back into your cell and rott away like the mutant trash you are do you understand?
William lowered his head, his hair falling into his face. Deep down he could feel his anger boiling up, but it was different from before...it was stronger...it was sickening to him...his stomach turned with the feeling of evil that was rising inside of him. His eyes lit up a bright red and he spoke with a growl in his voice.
William-You know...Mr.Hario...Ive been here for years now...day after day being tortured by you people, day in and day out being poked and proded and treated like an experiment...you took my life away, you punished me for being different...and you expect me to go and do your dirty work for you just because you dont understand something thats different!
Hario- Shut up Num..
William-NO YOU SHUT UP! *William stood up and glared right into harios eyes with a deep and evil look that nearly paralized him in fear. The guards cocked their guns pointing it directly at williams head.* I will NOT do your dirty work Hario! No...if you ask me...its you who is the mutant trash...its you who deserves to be punished and tortured and experimented on!!!
Hario-THATS ENOUGH...SHOOT HI....
Before he could finish his sentenced, his head was twisted completely off and blood was shooting everywhere, yet william had not moved a muscle. The guards began to fire but the bullets were being deflected as a red aura surrounded WIlliam, and one by one they were each masacred. Heads, limbs, body parts unmercifully ripped from the bodies, bone structures ripped right out of the skin, blood was everywhere and William still...had not moved an inch. He could feel his anger welling up inside him as every guard lie dead on the ground in a pool of blood. The scene was horrific and william let out a primal yell as the alarms started to sound. He didnt panic, not with this new rush of power and uncaring nature towards humankind. Slowly he walked to the door that was ripped from the hinges by an unseen force. He walked down the hallway as guards began to fill it with enormous guns. One by one they were brutalized in the sickest of fashions. He made his way all the way through the complex, covered in blood, and eluminating evil scattering hundreds of bodies all around. He was outside. Finally a feeling he hadent felt in a long time as he took a deep breath. He looked around, as the fencing was ripped away and he walked over to a peer. He stood at the end and then he heard a faint cocking of a gun and then a huge boom and then silence....
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Post by William Saint Claire on Jan 28, 2012 1:19:22 GMT -5
He coughed and choked as he crawled his way onto a beach, spitting out water. His head had a huge gash on it where he had been struck by a huge round from a sniper riffle taking one last shot at destroying the monster. He looked around confused, dazed, his eyes unable to focus. He was dizzy.
"Where....am I...what happened."
He felt his head and blood was still dripping out of the wound. He didnt have a clue where he was, how he got there or...who he was. He collapsed into the sand and just layed there, slipping slowly away from conciousness.
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Post by Raedia Saint Claire on Jan 28, 2012 18:57:17 GMT -5
*The last few years without any other help in the world. William being taken, Damion disappearing, May fleeing for her life, Morigana vanishing from my existence unble to even sense her anymore and I trying to figure out what has happened. The war started about a year after we all spread out and everyone left my side. I had Damion's daughter and she is 7 years now. He hasn't been here for 5 of those years. Not a word. This place is almost a desolate wasteland. Living in the only place that can't be harmed in the little cabin in the middle of no where.*
Why can't life be like it used to be? Why is everything so wrong? I'm so empty.
*Then a small sense of pain that wasn't hers had come over her. She knew it was one of them and could feel that it was along the ocean. She called the babysitter and told her daughter that she would be back in two days because she had to go to town and do shopping. It was normal because it took a long time to travel there by horse and carriage. Her powers felt alive again. The baby sitter arrived and she stepped outside and into the barn. She flashed out and wound up next to William.*
Holy shit. I thought he was dead. Now he almost is.
*She placed her hands on him hoping that her healing powers would help him back to life. Its been so long that they barely work. But she tries anyway.*
Come on William! Your the only one I have left!!! Please come back! PLEASE!
*As she screams for him crying at the top of her lungs. She lays over him waiting to see if it works.*
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Post by William Saint Claire on Jan 28, 2012 19:07:46 GMT -5
*He layed there deeply unconcious, as if his soul had been ripped from his body and taken to another realm. It was as if he was living a dream. He found himself walking along a long dark path of cracked rocks and what used to be pavement. The sky was black and the clouds were a deep red. He looked around and saw thousands of eyes on him. He didnt know what to do so he kept walking along. Then he was hearing voices.*
"YOU MAKE ME SICK MUTANT!"
"Comply now or we will be forced to dispatch you!"
"That....THAT MONSTER...he took our family away! Kill it!"
*Thousands of heart breaking screams of hatred surround him, and he could feel his anger rising, yet he was so confused. He knew not who he was, where or what he was just that he was alone. Meanwhile his body had begun to glow with that deep red aura again, and Raedias hand burned as she felt pure evil shoot right through her and then as fast as it came it went. William found himself ripped from his dream and was slowly opening his eyes. He brought his hand to his head placing it over the wound, coughing a few times catching his breath. He sat up very slowly and looked over at this girl that was kneeling next to him.*
Who are you...why are you here?
*He scooted away from her a bit feeling his head. Maybe she had done this and she was there to finish the job. He was afraid, he didnt have a clue what was happening, but he felt anger welling up inside of him, and this strange power that he didnt recognize. It burned like a fire from the inside out, and frightened him further.*
WHY ARE YOU HERE....Did you do this! Get away from me!
*He tried to stand up but got dizzy tumbling back over into the water, and then sitting up slowly again staring at the girl*
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Post by Raedia Saint Claire on Jan 28, 2012 19:15:38 GMT -5
*She looked at him and more tears started to well up in her eyes. She fell from from knees more onto the ground. All she could do was cry.*
What did they do to you? I'm losing everything I have.
*She thought to herself.*
William....Your name is William. Listen to me. Please. I am your daughter-in-law. I'm Raedia. You know me. Just take my hand.
*She reached out her hand at the man who she wasn't sure if she knew anymore in hopes he may remember her as she sat there and cried with her hand held out.*
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Post by William Saint Claire on Jan 28, 2012 19:20:33 GMT -5
*he looked at her for a second and something began to hit him. He could hear a faint voice in the back of his mind.*
"This is going to hurt but its for your own good..just trust me ok."
*His eyes got wide as he stared at the girl and then he shook his head*
How do i know....how do I know youre not here to hurt me somehow...How do you...AHHH...
*His head dropped as he put his hand in hers and tried pulling himself up*
How did I get here, and where am i?
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Post by Raedia Saint Claire on Jan 28, 2012 19:33:06 GMT -5
*It was over just as quick as it came. Only a split second and William was back to himself.*
Thank you Mother Nature!!!
*She leaped into his arms excited that he was himself again. It worked. She couldn't believe it. She was so relived that she had someone again.*
William you're okay now. It's me Raedia. I finally found someone! I thought everyone died. Now I know there is hope.
*She hugged him tighter.*
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Post by William Saint Claire on Jan 28, 2012 19:38:56 GMT -5
*He was shocked for a second as she hugged him. It was a warmth he felt like he hadent felt in a very long time, but he still didnt know exactly who she was or who he was for that matter, but he couldnt stand to see a girl cry so he pretended for the time being.*
Yes...hope...I need your help...please...this wound has to be dressed and Im so hungry...
*He reached into his pockets and pulled them out.*
I guess im a bit short on cash...but i promise...ill repay you somehow...can you help me?
*He hung his head in dispair but was keeping his eyes pealed and weery. He trusted noone, not even himself. But the girl in front of him, she seemed so familiar yet so unknown. His mind started to burn, and then his stomach started to growl very loudly*
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Post by Raedia Saint Claire on Jan 28, 2012 19:43:36 GMT -5
*She looked at him and smiled. Then all of a sudden they were sitting in her barn. She stood up.*
Follow me and we will get everything together. The girl your going to see is your grand daughter. She knows who you are and thinks you know who she is. Her name is Cheyenne. So please don't freak out. We will get you some new clothes and there is plenty of food. You can use my guest bed to rest.
*She reached for his hand and helped him up. He was so surprised she had the strength to get him off the ground.*
Let's go into the house.
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Post by William Saint Claire on Jan 28, 2012 19:47:57 GMT -5
*He had lost his breath he was so stunned. He thought to himself. (What just happened...did i pass out and did she carry me...no...she just teleported us...but thats...thats impossible...how could she...this isnt good...this is a trap i know it...just stay calm and she wont know youre worried.) He stood up and walked with her.*
I have a grand-daughter you say? How old am I...you seem to know alot about me...
*His mind raced as they walked, his body started to shake, and his skin burned like he was on fire. He just winced and tried to shrug it off as he awaited an answer.*
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Post by Raedia Saint Claire on Jan 28, 2012 20:03:58 GMT -5
*She looked at him and knew he was confused. They kept walking and when he asked she just chuckled.*
We will get to all of that later. Let your mind rest and see what you recover on your own. Then once you've rested up we can talk.
*They walked through the front door and Cheyenne ran into her arms.*
MOMMY! Your home early.
*She smiled at her daughter.*
Look who I brought home.
*She pointed at William. Cheyenne jumped up and down.*
Grandpa! I'm so glad to see you for the first time in person!
*She hugged him lightly because she was sensitive to his pain.*
I love you grandpa. Please sit down I helped make dinner.
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Post by William Saint Claire on Jan 28, 2012 20:16:26 GMT -5
*he looked around and sat down in a chair getting comfortable. He knew that with a little girl there nothing bad could happen to him. He smiled lightly trying to seem friendly, but deep down he was still very confused. He looked at the little girl and voices came flooding into his head.*
(You thought she was just a weak child didnt you!)
(Hario stop it hes hurt! Call her away Hario now!)
(Fine...let him go Number 12...put him back in the life support)
*And with that it stopped and he snapped back to reality looking at the little girl a bit frightneded now. He looked down at his stomach and it was throbbing, not from the hunger pains but from a deep scar left on it, but from where? He spoke up very low.*
Its nice to meet you Cheyenne...Im a bit tired, sorry if im in and out...what did you make for dinner?
*he smiled lightly as he looked at her*
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Post by Raedia Saint Claire on Jan 28, 2012 20:25:41 GMT -5
*Cheyenne was a little confused. She looked at William and put her hand on hid scar. And he felt a slight shock.*
I see you have been through a lot grampa. I made your favorite dinner. Everything is going to be okay now. I promise. Did you see daddy while you were in the bad place? I think thats where he is. I just haven't told mommy cuz she misses him real bad.
*She smiled at him and he had a look on his face like he was thinking about what had happened. They smiled at each other.*
Dinner is ready. Get drinks Cheyenne and I will be back in a moment. I need to change out of these dirty clothes.
*Cheyenne got drinks and Raedia went to get changed. Then everyone sat at the table in time for dinner to be warm and the air filled with sweet smells of the great food on the table.*
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Post by William Saint Claire on Jan 28, 2012 20:30:55 GMT -5
*William looked at the food on the table and wasnt sure how he should react, it looked so good but he was a bit shy about taking any.*
The food looks great...you both did a good job...
*He put a little bit on his plate and began eating slowly, his eyes not leaving the plate. He kept thinking to himself. (What did she mean by "the bad place" where was I? Why cant i remember anything? She sure is a nice little girl...and being a grandpa...i dont...i cant be a grandpa...) He looked over at Raedia and smiled a bit as he finished off his plate.*
Thank you very much...i really appreciate your help...im very tired is there somewhere i can rest for a while?
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