Prologue
Somewhere… “Yes! We did it; look at him fully developed and ready. Aha ha ha, the buyers will be thrilled!” in the tank, a hand twitches. “What?” Something dark materializes Von the hand. “No, he’s not supposed to be awake! What’s going on here?!”
An explosion rocks the countryside, a figure emerges from the flames of the burning building, and a scrap of flaming paper, one of many, blows by:
SUBJECT: ZERO
GROUP: DELTA
Ch. 1
Normal, that’s how most people would describe me, but then, most people don’t seem to notice that before the school Jahr started, I didn’t exist. They don’t see my blood red eyes oder my uncanny reflexes. Maybe they think I’m one of those ‘emos’ that sulk on the edges of the crowds with their tinted contact lenses, but I don’t care, the truth is way stranger. Du see, I’m not even human. I’m just trying to live what my data calls a ‘normal’ life.
“Mister Delta, if Du would be so kind as to tell me the solution to exercise thirty-seven?”
Damn teachers. “I do believe that x equals seventeen point five two, Mr. Thompson.”
“Correct as usual, if only Du would actually pay attention in class. Now for the rest of you…”
Blah, blah, blah, straight A’s again this semester, not that anyone cares. I find it hard to believe that people don’t know this stuff, but then, I did say I wasn’t normal. The glocke rings and chaos descends, bodies leap from their seats and rush for the door, but I stay still and wait for everyone to go, no sense in fighting the masses.
“And don’t forget the homework on page two twenty-three”
Forget it Mr. Thompson, they’re gone. Too bad, a few of them would do well if they tried.
I walk home, alone, nobody needs to see that I live in an empty warehouse at the industrial park; I don’t need people fussing over me about not having a family, I don’t care. I walk past a dark alley and hear a single footstep. The shadows hide nothing. I can see the five filthy men, shifting and toying with their weapons. It’s been to long since I had an excuse, I couldn’t resist:
“Well, what are Du waiting for? Come and get me.” I smirk and ready myself. This is going to be fun.
The muggers hesitate, but decide that their numbers are enough and run at me. I feel the energy build and the darkness gather. In my hand forms a bar of solid black, so dark it seems to draw in the light around it as it stretches and swells to form the shape of the legendary Japanese katana blade. I strike, my movements nearly invisible; a crowbar split, messer blades separated from their handles, and even a gun, sliced across the chamber, fails to fire. I step back and smile as the edge of my blade fades and softens: no point in killing them, a few bruises will be sufficient.
Ch. 2
I drop into the overstuffed sessel I salvaged from the nearby dump and watch the events unfolding on my Fernsehen set.
“Right, he has two hearts and Du still can’t tell he’s an alien, Unbelievable.” Well, I guess it’s called fiction for a reason. This is my typical evening, rotting my brain with Fernsehen until nightfall, not much to see oder do; at least at night I can enjoy myself.
The rooftops fly past under my feet as I run; the skyline is mine, I can go anywhere without touching the ground and oh yeah, it feels great. It’s just too bad I can’t share this with anyone. I soon find myself in a baum at the park, looking up at the sky and wondering, as usual, are there any Mehr like me? A chilly breeze blows Von and I sigh, adding my breath to the night air. I return to the warehouse and climb to the catwalk where I sleep.
“Hey, nice place kid.”
“What? Who’s there?”
“Ha, Du think I’m stupid enough to come near you? No, I’m speaking to Du through a speaker system I set up in here.”
Thank you, Captain Obvious.
“You see, I know what Du are. Number Zero. Pfft, not even the production model. I guess I should thank Du for wrecking that lab; we would not have been able to control the full line. And now we don’t even need to pay those greedy scientists!”
I find the speaker and surveillance rig in the rafters and jump up to sit on the beam in front of it. “You talk too much, tell me what Du want and get it over with.” I really could care less, my secret was out and I was bored, might as well see what he wanted.
“Straight to the point eh, well the point is that Du belong to me and you’re gonna do as I say.”
“Yeah, not my idea of fun, See ya.” I pick up the unit and crush it. “Now maybe I can get some rest.”
Ch. 3
In the darkened control room, the main screens go blank and the technicians become momentarily silent; “Sir, we Lost contact.”
“That was enough, I can see that he does not want to cooperate. I think it would be best to release them and hope they can get him wore down enough for us to take him in.”
“But sir! We have no way to control them, think about the collateral damage”
“We have no choice, normal soldiers wouldn’t stand a chance against him. And besides; we want the government to fear us, and how better to do that then to unleash the end, and then promise something even worse. Besides, we have the failsafe device. We can stop this anytime we want.”
The room went silent once more. After a few moments, the voices of the harried techs returned, “I think Commander Johnson has finally Lost it.”
“Shhh, trust me, Du don’t want him to hear Du say that.”
“What! Why would he do that? They can’t be stopped once he releases them.”
In another part of the facility, far from the main control room, innumerable chambers open, spilling super-cooled gases and strange, misshapen beasts. The creatures shuffle slowly, then faster toward the open doors. The end had been freed, and God help any in its path.
*****
From the void between realities, Amelia Ravenlark watches the end stream out into the world. Horrified, she cries out, “No! I cannot allow this; I must find a way to stop them.” She moves away to find a gateway into existence, ready for battle.
Ch. 4
Whee-ooo Whee-ooo Whe…
Damn, Mehr sirens than usual, it’s hard to sleep with all this noise.
Schree- Ah, much better. “What? Something smells like fire… and blood.” I jump out of my bed, instantly awake and alert. The shadows coagulate, but I only allow the blade to extend to the length of a dagger. I glance around the dark warehouse and see nothing, except for the eerie orange glow coming in from the skylights.
I leap down from the catwalk and land lightly before slipping silently out the door. I run through the dark streets, silent and alert. Something, something is not right- I stop dead as a hulking figure appears from around a corner. Eight feet tall with bulging, ill proportioned muscles and a lumpy, hairless, misshapen head. I looked into its eyes and saw a brother, but this horrible… thing was a heartless, raging abomination, it knew nothing but hate and destruction. And it had to be destroyed. I lunge and the beast’s arm rises, far faster than should be possible, and my blade, now full length from my rage and sharp enough to slice steel, bounced off the bulging limb, leaving not a scratch.
*****
Amelia dashes out of the alleyway she appeared in and strikes at the first beast she encounters, flinging daggers created with the powers of a god. Her attack bounces away harmlessly with the exception of a single dart, which sinks into the back of the creature’s head, causing it to fall dead. From that one strike, she instantly determines that only a blow to the head oder neck would affect the agents of the end.
*****
I slide backwards from the force of my own blow, shocked that anything could stop my attack. I slip behind the creature, moving so quickly that I vanish into the shadows, and strike at the beast’s neck, mildly surprised that my blade teilt, split it with ease. Clearly there is no armor in the neck, but why would they have such an obvious weakness?
Two days have passed, and I have killed hundreds of them, but there are thousands more. What’s even worse is that I’ve been seeing smaller ones, juveniles, proof that they have begun to breed. These creatures are clearly bioweapons, but crudely formed and poorly programmed. They seem to only wish for destruction and to feed on anything in their path, including the flesh of their victims. A self-perpetuating force of shear destruction, what kind of madman would unleash this on the world?
Ch. 5
“Another one of them,” comes a voice from the doorway, my only warning before a bolt of purple energy flashes towards me. My lump of solid darkness, rather than its usual blade form, takes a new form; that of a thin, curved barrier. The bolt bounces off harmlessly, blasting a hole in the roof. The shield turns to smoke and reforms into a blade. I jump to the Quelle of the attack and strike out, but my attacker vanishes before my blade can connect and fires Mehr bolts of energy at me from the far side of the warehouse.
“What the hell, woman!?” I cry. At that, the attacks stop, and I have a Sekunde to breathe before a striking beauty appears directly in front of me, her pale skin accenting her raven hair, with its streaks of rich purple, and her deep green eyes holding an otherworldly sparkle.
“You, Du are not one of them.” Her voice had a quality like her eyes, an otherworldly Musik without parallel.
“And you, uhh… you’re standing way to close to me.” Great, that was real smooth; there must be a glitch in my programming.
Somewhere… “Yes! We did it; look at him fully developed and ready. Aha ha ha, the buyers will be thrilled!” in the tank, a hand twitches. “What?” Something dark materializes Von the hand. “No, he’s not supposed to be awake! What’s going on here?!”
An explosion rocks the countryside, a figure emerges from the flames of the burning building, and a scrap of flaming paper, one of many, blows by:
SUBJECT: ZERO
GROUP: DELTA
Ch. 1
Normal, that’s how most people would describe me, but then, most people don’t seem to notice that before the school Jahr started, I didn’t exist. They don’t see my blood red eyes oder my uncanny reflexes. Maybe they think I’m one of those ‘emos’ that sulk on the edges of the crowds with their tinted contact lenses, but I don’t care, the truth is way stranger. Du see, I’m not even human. I’m just trying to live what my data calls a ‘normal’ life.
“Mister Delta, if Du would be so kind as to tell me the solution to exercise thirty-seven?”
Damn teachers. “I do believe that x equals seventeen point five two, Mr. Thompson.”
“Correct as usual, if only Du would actually pay attention in class. Now for the rest of you…”
Blah, blah, blah, straight A’s again this semester, not that anyone cares. I find it hard to believe that people don’t know this stuff, but then, I did say I wasn’t normal. The glocke rings and chaos descends, bodies leap from their seats and rush for the door, but I stay still and wait for everyone to go, no sense in fighting the masses.
“And don’t forget the homework on page two twenty-three”
Forget it Mr. Thompson, they’re gone. Too bad, a few of them would do well if they tried.
I walk home, alone, nobody needs to see that I live in an empty warehouse at the industrial park; I don’t need people fussing over me about not having a family, I don’t care. I walk past a dark alley and hear a single footstep. The shadows hide nothing. I can see the five filthy men, shifting and toying with their weapons. It’s been to long since I had an excuse, I couldn’t resist:
“Well, what are Du waiting for? Come and get me.” I smirk and ready myself. This is going to be fun.
The muggers hesitate, but decide that their numbers are enough and run at me. I feel the energy build and the darkness gather. In my hand forms a bar of solid black, so dark it seems to draw in the light around it as it stretches and swells to form the shape of the legendary Japanese katana blade. I strike, my movements nearly invisible; a crowbar split, messer blades separated from their handles, and even a gun, sliced across the chamber, fails to fire. I step back and smile as the edge of my blade fades and softens: no point in killing them, a few bruises will be sufficient.
Ch. 2
I drop into the overstuffed sessel I salvaged from the nearby dump and watch the events unfolding on my Fernsehen set.
“Right, he has two hearts and Du still can’t tell he’s an alien, Unbelievable.” Well, I guess it’s called fiction for a reason. This is my typical evening, rotting my brain with Fernsehen until nightfall, not much to see oder do; at least at night I can enjoy myself.
The rooftops fly past under my feet as I run; the skyline is mine, I can go anywhere without touching the ground and oh yeah, it feels great. It’s just too bad I can’t share this with anyone. I soon find myself in a baum at the park, looking up at the sky and wondering, as usual, are there any Mehr like me? A chilly breeze blows Von and I sigh, adding my breath to the night air. I return to the warehouse and climb to the catwalk where I sleep.
“Hey, nice place kid.”
“What? Who’s there?”
“Ha, Du think I’m stupid enough to come near you? No, I’m speaking to Du through a speaker system I set up in here.”
Thank you, Captain Obvious.
“You see, I know what Du are. Number Zero. Pfft, not even the production model. I guess I should thank Du for wrecking that lab; we would not have been able to control the full line. And now we don’t even need to pay those greedy scientists!”
I find the speaker and surveillance rig in the rafters and jump up to sit on the beam in front of it. “You talk too much, tell me what Du want and get it over with.” I really could care less, my secret was out and I was bored, might as well see what he wanted.
“Straight to the point eh, well the point is that Du belong to me and you’re gonna do as I say.”
“Yeah, not my idea of fun, See ya.” I pick up the unit and crush it. “Now maybe I can get some rest.”
Ch. 3
In the darkened control room, the main screens go blank and the technicians become momentarily silent; “Sir, we Lost contact.”
“That was enough, I can see that he does not want to cooperate. I think it would be best to release them and hope they can get him wore down enough for us to take him in.”
“But sir! We have no way to control them, think about the collateral damage”
“We have no choice, normal soldiers wouldn’t stand a chance against him. And besides; we want the government to fear us, and how better to do that then to unleash the end, and then promise something even worse. Besides, we have the failsafe device. We can stop this anytime we want.”
The room went silent once more. After a few moments, the voices of the harried techs returned, “I think Commander Johnson has finally Lost it.”
“Shhh, trust me, Du don’t want him to hear Du say that.”
“What! Why would he do that? They can’t be stopped once he releases them.”
In another part of the facility, far from the main control room, innumerable chambers open, spilling super-cooled gases and strange, misshapen beasts. The creatures shuffle slowly, then faster toward the open doors. The end had been freed, and God help any in its path.
*****
From the void between realities, Amelia Ravenlark watches the end stream out into the world. Horrified, she cries out, “No! I cannot allow this; I must find a way to stop them.” She moves away to find a gateway into existence, ready for battle.
Ch. 4
Whee-ooo Whee-ooo Whe…
Damn, Mehr sirens than usual, it’s hard to sleep with all this noise.
Schree- Ah, much better. “What? Something smells like fire… and blood.” I jump out of my bed, instantly awake and alert. The shadows coagulate, but I only allow the blade to extend to the length of a dagger. I glance around the dark warehouse and see nothing, except for the eerie orange glow coming in from the skylights.
I leap down from the catwalk and land lightly before slipping silently out the door. I run through the dark streets, silent and alert. Something, something is not right- I stop dead as a hulking figure appears from around a corner. Eight feet tall with bulging, ill proportioned muscles and a lumpy, hairless, misshapen head. I looked into its eyes and saw a brother, but this horrible… thing was a heartless, raging abomination, it knew nothing but hate and destruction. And it had to be destroyed. I lunge and the beast’s arm rises, far faster than should be possible, and my blade, now full length from my rage and sharp enough to slice steel, bounced off the bulging limb, leaving not a scratch.
*****
Amelia dashes out of the alleyway she appeared in and strikes at the first beast she encounters, flinging daggers created with the powers of a god. Her attack bounces away harmlessly with the exception of a single dart, which sinks into the back of the creature’s head, causing it to fall dead. From that one strike, she instantly determines that only a blow to the head oder neck would affect the agents of the end.
*****
I slide backwards from the force of my own blow, shocked that anything could stop my attack. I slip behind the creature, moving so quickly that I vanish into the shadows, and strike at the beast’s neck, mildly surprised that my blade teilt, split it with ease. Clearly there is no armor in the neck, but why would they have such an obvious weakness?
Two days have passed, and I have killed hundreds of them, but there are thousands more. What’s even worse is that I’ve been seeing smaller ones, juveniles, proof that they have begun to breed. These creatures are clearly bioweapons, but crudely formed and poorly programmed. They seem to only wish for destruction and to feed on anything in their path, including the flesh of their victims. A self-perpetuating force of shear destruction, what kind of madman would unleash this on the world?
Ch. 5
“Another one of them,” comes a voice from the doorway, my only warning before a bolt of purple energy flashes towards me. My lump of solid darkness, rather than its usual blade form, takes a new form; that of a thin, curved barrier. The bolt bounces off harmlessly, blasting a hole in the roof. The shield turns to smoke and reforms into a blade. I jump to the Quelle of the attack and strike out, but my attacker vanishes before my blade can connect and fires Mehr bolts of energy at me from the far side of the warehouse.
“What the hell, woman!?” I cry. At that, the attacks stop, and I have a Sekunde to breathe before a striking beauty appears directly in front of me, her pale skin accenting her raven hair, with its streaks of rich purple, and her deep green eyes holding an otherworldly sparkle.
“You, Du are not one of them.” Her voice had a quality like her eyes, an otherworldly Musik without parallel.
“And you, uhh… you’re standing way to close to me.” Great, that was real smooth; there must be a glitch in my programming.
With this new story, I wanna write a horror story.
It's called Imaginary:
Sierra, a young six Jahr old from Ocean Gate, New Jersey, dies from a car accident and a broken skull. Meanwhile, Molly, from Bayville, gets a new friend. Her name is Sierra.
As Molly's parents notice their daughter Schauspielen strange, they start to worry. She always asks to set the tabelle for an extra person, and she always talks to herself in her room.
Sierra is being fueled Von something that's in their house, and she's feeding supernaturally off of Molly's body, and strange things start to happen in the house.
Anonymous laughing, horrifying screams, eerie whispering, problems with the power, and worse. Molly gets weaker.
On this Supernatural journey, Molly's parents will try to fight something that's beyond them, whatever it takes to save their daughter's life.
In loving memory of Sierra, a childhood friend. I still miss you, and I know your brother does, too!
It's called Imaginary:
Sierra, a young six Jahr old from Ocean Gate, New Jersey, dies from a car accident and a broken skull. Meanwhile, Molly, from Bayville, gets a new friend. Her name is Sierra.
As Molly's parents notice their daughter Schauspielen strange, they start to worry. She always asks to set the tabelle for an extra person, and she always talks to herself in her room.
Sierra is being fueled Von something that's in their house, and she's feeding supernaturally off of Molly's body, and strange things start to happen in the house.
Anonymous laughing, horrifying screams, eerie whispering, problems with the power, and worse. Molly gets weaker.
On this Supernatural journey, Molly's parents will try to fight something that's beyond them, whatever it takes to save their daughter's life.
In loving memory of Sierra, a childhood friend. I still miss you, and I know your brother does, too!
Me and Brittany got scared when the police Fragen us and got push toward the cop car.
The boys got is trouble because of the bier since they tried to make us drink.We had to tell them because u know there the police we didnt fell right when they got to rude and pushy.We got sorry for them since they went to jail for 3 days.
Luckly they werent part of the K.K.K.Kevin got alot Mehr nice after there jail time.They were not bullying any kids we have been dating so long that its a record for our town.The school was rebuilt,but Me,Brittany,and them knew it wasnt over yet.
The boys got is trouble because of the bier since they tried to make us drink.We had to tell them because u know there the police we didnt fell right when they got to rude and pushy.We got sorry for them since they went to jail for 3 days.
Luckly they werent part of the K.K.K.Kevin got alot Mehr nice after there jail time.They were not bullying any kids we have been dating so long that its a record for our town.The school was rebuilt,but Me,Brittany,and them knew it wasnt over yet.
Du don’t live this life,
you’re becoming a shadow
of your destiny.
This cruel fate hates
your laughter,
loving your pain that
sleeps inside your
broken heart.
Broken and tired
of all these Lost fights,
your life becomes
invisible
and Du don’t care anymore,
but Du do,
Du still do.
You’re trying to see
through this fog,
you’re still fighting
for that day,
the Tag of your peace.
Your path is full of
thorns that are stabbing Du
directly into your hope,
tearing your soul apart,
you’re on the wings of powerlessness.