Post by Raiku on Jun 18, 2007 20:57:52 GMT -8
Stories done by a friend of mine, check these horribly not bad tales:
Not all stories have happy endings. Sometimes when the right person wins, they lose a piece of themselves they didn't know was there in the first place. Isn't that just like losing? To me it is, and I am the one that had to go through it, so screw logic.
Some days I wish I could go back and fix everything but really I had no say in what happened from the beginning. I believe in destiny, and it has taken its toll on me.
Of course you want to know who the crazy person is that is telling you this crap. My name is not common, but where I come from a name was useless. I called, and still call, myself 'Mizuki', but they called me '3858'.
Who are they? Simple. They are the genetic researchers. Programmers, if you will, that bent my genetic code to serve their own greater purpose. I still consider myself human, but they didn't. I was an object to them. Inhumane? You bet, and I got the worst of it due to my 'uncooperative' ways. Little did I know there was another that got the same treatment.
'3859' was the only name I knew her by in the beginning. When I met her everything changed. I thought I was the only one that had to deal with that cruel treatment, because they told me nothing, but I was misled. It kills me everyday to know that someone else went through the same pain I did. I was the lucky one; lucky enough to have someone there for me. The kind man was named Dr. Watanabe. He was the only one there that meant anything to me; treated me like I was human and not the experiment that the others saw me as. Something so small, but cherished all the same. I was the envy of the other girl, and when I met her I knew it. That day I met her was the first day I tested my 'training', but Dr. Watanabe sent me there.
"I know you don't want to Mizuki, but you have to cooperate so we can let you do what we have planned for you." Dr. Watanabe's eyes were warm, but I knew from his words he was like the rest of them. They didn't care what happened to me as long as I finished their plans. He did call me Mizuki though, and I always did what he wanted when he called me that. It made me feel more human, having a name, but I let that feeling get the best of me that day.
"Okay, but I get to go after this, right? I mean, once you get the readings I am done, right? No more lab?" I had never wanted anything more than to see that ugly lab getting smaller and smaller behind me, so need and anxiousness were clear in my voice. I didn't care; they all knew I wanted out. Sixteen years surrounded by white, expressionless faces was long enough for me, or anyone for that matter.
"We shall see,” he said vaguely, as always. That was one thing the doctor was good at, not giving anything away.
We had slowly been walking down a hallway, white of course, and I had been walking behind him at a slow pace. I knew where we were headed, and I hated that room. The walk was like a walk of death. It had happened many times before and became routine for me to lag with Dr. Watanabe. We reached the door and he smiled. Yellow stains showed on his teeth and I could smell tobacco.
That is something special about me, you see. The stains from the tobacco could have been many years old, but I could smell it like he had just lit up a cigarette. I was mixed. That is what they did to me; mixed with the genetics of a cat and a crow. Why a crow? They never told me. I was only told what I was, not why; never why.
The one thing humans should know is that genetics are what they are. We can’t change that, and never should be able to. You can’t play God, because things have a way of biting you in the butt if you do. I am living proof of that. They tried to get away with changing me. I am not supposed to be cat, crow, and human. Life isn’t made in a lab, but I was. Does that even make me human?
As I spaced out thinking about what I really was, the doctor was rambling off some technical information that really told me nothing. I had heard it all before. They always told me that I was capable of great things; that I could always do better. Mostly all they spewed on about was that I was a failure to them since I wouldn’t perform. Now by perform they meant practice. I refused to use my powers to show them anything, and it made them mad. I have to say, I liked to get them mad.
When the ramblings suddenly slowed to a stop, I realized we had reached the door.
“You can’t do this to me. This is torture.” My calls were the same every time, and it always got the same reaction. Although what they did to me really was torture, no one seemed to care. Even as I said the words the guards standing by the door moved to shove me in, as always.
I turned with cat like reflexes to the closest guard and slapped them away. “I know,” I hissed through gritted teeth. I stood in my battle position, legs spread and knees slightly bent, and it scared the guards. Although I had never given them the satisfaction of seeing the power I knew I had, a taste was all they needed to understand I was not only dangerous, but I would not hesitate to be lethal. I didn’t realize it then, but perhaps it would have been smarter to run when I could have.
The room I entered was a complete cube, down to the very centimeter. Everything was white, every wall, ceiling, floor, and the door. There was one door, and it was guarded by the dummies from before. I could glare at them and leave, but I didn’t know what I would do after. Other than the door, there was a window. It didn’t go outside. I never saw the outside and couldn’t have told you even the color of the sky. The mirrored window was a way for them to watch me in there. I couldn’t see through, but most likely it was a control room. I knew this because of what the room could do.
My outfit bugged me as I stepped onto the pure white linoleum. I tugged at it as I stared at my feet. I wore a one piece lab dress with sneakers that were as white as the room. I blended in with the ground, that had little tazers which shocked me if I managed to disobey any order I was given. This is how what they did to me could be called torture. If I didn’t comply, they made me.
Without warning the door mutely shut behind me. An almost silent click sounded as the latch locked once more. I was sealed in. I may have been the only one able to hear the lock, but it caused me pain to be locked up once more. Without thinking I tilted my head, my attention darted from my shoes and I saw something I hadn’t noticed before. There was another girl huddled in a ball in the corner.
It is true that curiosity killed the cat, and being part cat has taught me this. The girl in the corner had become my curiosity. Her flaming red curls were matted to her face giving her a look of total despair. I moved toward her without thinking.
“Uh…Dr., there’s someone else here….” I hadn’t ever tried to contact the professors, and had no idea if they could even hear me. Just then it struck me as odd that I had no instructions for the day. Usually before entering the white room I learned of what to do for that day, and I ignored it blatantly. “Dr.?”
The girl moved. Her curls detached from her face and I saw her fully. Her eyes were almost crystal blue. Nothing is what I saw in them. There was nothing left in her. It scared me so much I became rooted to the spot. Never once did I show fear in that lab until the day I saw her.
As I stood, frozen there, the girl seemed to laugh. Whether she did or not is still a mystery, but I remember the sound of laughter ringing in my ears. Not child laughter, or playful laughter, the laughter of someone who was ready to kill.
The shrill laugh resounded in my head for ages. It seemed to last for hours, but it was a mere second. I stood there, my head down and my hands to my ears, when I felt something push me further down.
“What the…?” My face was smashed to the floor, and I could swear I felt my teeth chip with the force. It had to have been her foot because no one could have that much force in their arms. As my face lay against the floor I began to think of a counter attack. The one thing they were good at was teaching me how to fight. She pushed harder and I knew, somehow, this was planned.
Without thinking I threw my legs over my head. I must have looked like a crazy version of a human pretzel, but it didn’t matter. She hit the ground next with such a deep thud that it made me feel better. That is until I got a good look at her.
She still had that striking red hair, but now it was straight. Her eyes, though once blue had now changed dramatically. They were the color of blood, by far darker than her hair. This wasn’t what scared me though. It was the things above her hair. Of all the things that had been done to me in that lab I should have known this girl wasn’t normal either. On top of her now straight hair sat a pair of red fox ears. They added to her already sharp and frightening features so much that I wanted to turn and run. Unfortunately, in that room I did not get that luxury.
The girl was on me in the blink of an eye. I couldn’t think, and after what happened I wish I couldn’t have felt either. She grabbed my arm, sharp with her nails. It felt like she spent time sharpening them just for me. I was overwhelmed with pain. I could feel my warm blood flow down my flesh. I was enchanted by the red, gooey substance. She took this opportunity to grab a hold of my chin and spear me with an icy stare.
“What the hell is your problem?!” I spat through gritted teeth. The pain was intense and I couldn’t concentrate, but I was pissed. What did this girl have against me? I wasn’t the one who ran the tests, they were.
Instead of answering my question, she gave me another one of her laughs. This one I know I heard because it hurt. I closed my eyes and began to scream. I couldn’t take the earsplitting laugh, the pain, and the anger any longer. I cracked.
I’m not sure how it happened, but when I opened my eyes I saw the girl on the far wall, her hair streaming out like blood from her head. If she was knocked unconscious, it didn’t last long. After 10 seconds, which I evaluated the situation, she rose once more. My best bet was to react once I saw this, so I did. I paused when I saw my reflection in the mirrored window behind her.
It was my turn to change. My anger released something in my genes and it spurred a change throughout my body that had never happened before. I had ears as well, but they were soft and black. Cat ears, but that was the only reference to a cat I had. The hair on the rest of my head wasn’t the same color of hair I normally had. Now it was dark purple with light highlights. A wicked look, but it scared me. Like her, my eyes were red, but not the blood color of the girl’s. I quickly examined the rest of my body and all seemed well. Once again the girl laughed, but I thought nothing of it as the room filled with smoke. I smelled it before it entered the room and attempted to tell her to hold her breath but both of us were out before I could say a word.
Not all stories have happy endings. Sometimes when the right person wins, they lose a piece of themselves they didn't know was there in the first place. Isn't that just like losing? To me it is, and I am the one that had to go through it, so screw logic.
Some days I wish I could go back and fix everything but really I had no say in what happened from the beginning. I believe in destiny, and it has taken its toll on me.
Of course you want to know who the crazy person is that is telling you this crap. My name is not common, but where I come from a name was useless. I called, and still call, myself 'Mizuki', but they called me '3858'.
Who are they? Simple. They are the genetic researchers. Programmers, if you will, that bent my genetic code to serve their own greater purpose. I still consider myself human, but they didn't. I was an object to them. Inhumane? You bet, and I got the worst of it due to my 'uncooperative' ways. Little did I know there was another that got the same treatment.
'3859' was the only name I knew her by in the beginning. When I met her everything changed. I thought I was the only one that had to deal with that cruel treatment, because they told me nothing, but I was misled. It kills me everyday to know that someone else went through the same pain I did. I was the lucky one; lucky enough to have someone there for me. The kind man was named Dr. Watanabe. He was the only one there that meant anything to me; treated me like I was human and not the experiment that the others saw me as. Something so small, but cherished all the same. I was the envy of the other girl, and when I met her I knew it. That day I met her was the first day I tested my 'training', but Dr. Watanabe sent me there.
"I know you don't want to Mizuki, but you have to cooperate so we can let you do what we have planned for you." Dr. Watanabe's eyes were warm, but I knew from his words he was like the rest of them. They didn't care what happened to me as long as I finished their plans. He did call me Mizuki though, and I always did what he wanted when he called me that. It made me feel more human, having a name, but I let that feeling get the best of me that day.
"Okay, but I get to go after this, right? I mean, once you get the readings I am done, right? No more lab?" I had never wanted anything more than to see that ugly lab getting smaller and smaller behind me, so need and anxiousness were clear in my voice. I didn't care; they all knew I wanted out. Sixteen years surrounded by white, expressionless faces was long enough for me, or anyone for that matter.
"We shall see,” he said vaguely, as always. That was one thing the doctor was good at, not giving anything away.
We had slowly been walking down a hallway, white of course, and I had been walking behind him at a slow pace. I knew where we were headed, and I hated that room. The walk was like a walk of death. It had happened many times before and became routine for me to lag with Dr. Watanabe. We reached the door and he smiled. Yellow stains showed on his teeth and I could smell tobacco.
That is something special about me, you see. The stains from the tobacco could have been many years old, but I could smell it like he had just lit up a cigarette. I was mixed. That is what they did to me; mixed with the genetics of a cat and a crow. Why a crow? They never told me. I was only told what I was, not why; never why.
The one thing humans should know is that genetics are what they are. We can’t change that, and never should be able to. You can’t play God, because things have a way of biting you in the butt if you do. I am living proof of that. They tried to get away with changing me. I am not supposed to be cat, crow, and human. Life isn’t made in a lab, but I was. Does that even make me human?
As I spaced out thinking about what I really was, the doctor was rambling off some technical information that really told me nothing. I had heard it all before. They always told me that I was capable of great things; that I could always do better. Mostly all they spewed on about was that I was a failure to them since I wouldn’t perform. Now by perform they meant practice. I refused to use my powers to show them anything, and it made them mad. I have to say, I liked to get them mad.
When the ramblings suddenly slowed to a stop, I realized we had reached the door.
“You can’t do this to me. This is torture.” My calls were the same every time, and it always got the same reaction. Although what they did to me really was torture, no one seemed to care. Even as I said the words the guards standing by the door moved to shove me in, as always.
I turned with cat like reflexes to the closest guard and slapped them away. “I know,” I hissed through gritted teeth. I stood in my battle position, legs spread and knees slightly bent, and it scared the guards. Although I had never given them the satisfaction of seeing the power I knew I had, a taste was all they needed to understand I was not only dangerous, but I would not hesitate to be lethal. I didn’t realize it then, but perhaps it would have been smarter to run when I could have.
The room I entered was a complete cube, down to the very centimeter. Everything was white, every wall, ceiling, floor, and the door. There was one door, and it was guarded by the dummies from before. I could glare at them and leave, but I didn’t know what I would do after. Other than the door, there was a window. It didn’t go outside. I never saw the outside and couldn’t have told you even the color of the sky. The mirrored window was a way for them to watch me in there. I couldn’t see through, but most likely it was a control room. I knew this because of what the room could do.
My outfit bugged me as I stepped onto the pure white linoleum. I tugged at it as I stared at my feet. I wore a one piece lab dress with sneakers that were as white as the room. I blended in with the ground, that had little tazers which shocked me if I managed to disobey any order I was given. This is how what they did to me could be called torture. If I didn’t comply, they made me.
Without warning the door mutely shut behind me. An almost silent click sounded as the latch locked once more. I was sealed in. I may have been the only one able to hear the lock, but it caused me pain to be locked up once more. Without thinking I tilted my head, my attention darted from my shoes and I saw something I hadn’t noticed before. There was another girl huddled in a ball in the corner.
It is true that curiosity killed the cat, and being part cat has taught me this. The girl in the corner had become my curiosity. Her flaming red curls were matted to her face giving her a look of total despair. I moved toward her without thinking.
“Uh…Dr., there’s someone else here….” I hadn’t ever tried to contact the professors, and had no idea if they could even hear me. Just then it struck me as odd that I had no instructions for the day. Usually before entering the white room I learned of what to do for that day, and I ignored it blatantly. “Dr.?”
The girl moved. Her curls detached from her face and I saw her fully. Her eyes were almost crystal blue. Nothing is what I saw in them. There was nothing left in her. It scared me so much I became rooted to the spot. Never once did I show fear in that lab until the day I saw her.
As I stood, frozen there, the girl seemed to laugh. Whether she did or not is still a mystery, but I remember the sound of laughter ringing in my ears. Not child laughter, or playful laughter, the laughter of someone who was ready to kill.
The shrill laugh resounded in my head for ages. It seemed to last for hours, but it was a mere second. I stood there, my head down and my hands to my ears, when I felt something push me further down.
“What the…?” My face was smashed to the floor, and I could swear I felt my teeth chip with the force. It had to have been her foot because no one could have that much force in their arms. As my face lay against the floor I began to think of a counter attack. The one thing they were good at was teaching me how to fight. She pushed harder and I knew, somehow, this was planned.
Without thinking I threw my legs over my head. I must have looked like a crazy version of a human pretzel, but it didn’t matter. She hit the ground next with such a deep thud that it made me feel better. That is until I got a good look at her.
She still had that striking red hair, but now it was straight. Her eyes, though once blue had now changed dramatically. They were the color of blood, by far darker than her hair. This wasn’t what scared me though. It was the things above her hair. Of all the things that had been done to me in that lab I should have known this girl wasn’t normal either. On top of her now straight hair sat a pair of red fox ears. They added to her already sharp and frightening features so much that I wanted to turn and run. Unfortunately, in that room I did not get that luxury.
The girl was on me in the blink of an eye. I couldn’t think, and after what happened I wish I couldn’t have felt either. She grabbed my arm, sharp with her nails. It felt like she spent time sharpening them just for me. I was overwhelmed with pain. I could feel my warm blood flow down my flesh. I was enchanted by the red, gooey substance. She took this opportunity to grab a hold of my chin and spear me with an icy stare.
“What the hell is your problem?!” I spat through gritted teeth. The pain was intense and I couldn’t concentrate, but I was pissed. What did this girl have against me? I wasn’t the one who ran the tests, they were.
Instead of answering my question, she gave me another one of her laughs. This one I know I heard because it hurt. I closed my eyes and began to scream. I couldn’t take the earsplitting laugh, the pain, and the anger any longer. I cracked.
I’m not sure how it happened, but when I opened my eyes I saw the girl on the far wall, her hair streaming out like blood from her head. If she was knocked unconscious, it didn’t last long. After 10 seconds, which I evaluated the situation, she rose once more. My best bet was to react once I saw this, so I did. I paused when I saw my reflection in the mirrored window behind her.
It was my turn to change. My anger released something in my genes and it spurred a change throughout my body that had never happened before. I had ears as well, but they were soft and black. Cat ears, but that was the only reference to a cat I had. The hair on the rest of my head wasn’t the same color of hair I normally had. Now it was dark purple with light highlights. A wicked look, but it scared me. Like her, my eyes were red, but not the blood color of the girl’s. I quickly examined the rest of my body and all seemed well. Once again the girl laughed, but I thought nothing of it as the room filled with smoke. I smelled it before it entered the room and attempted to tell her to hold her breath but both of us were out before I could say a word.