Escape, escape, escape. What would it take for me to escape? I would need a plan. I was not a plan master, but I had gotten this far. Markus was not in today, but Ron and Sparks were still here. They wouldn't let me pass out the doors without interrogating me for hours, unless I escaped through the small hole in my cell. Even that could be a long shot. I contemplated everything I could do and decided on one. I would take out Ron and Sparks. They deserved revenge for what they did to Mikey, and I was still convinced he was dead. I remembered the tool I stole from the weapons room. I planned it out:
First I would take both of them out when they aren't around each other. If they were separated, that would be better. I would kill them both and shove them in the trash compactor. I had to get rid of them before somebody noticed they were gone. Then there was the subject of cameras and security. I knew this place would have cameras in places that nobody knew, and I would have to hope that the cameras won't be a problem in my escape. Second I would steal as many weapons as possible. I would need those especially now that I have the device. I can go to that stupid police officer and show him that the weapons do exist. He would regret ever making me a fugitive.
My thoughts were interupted by a large bell ringing. Instantly, people began walking towards the lunch room. Lunch time would be a perfect time to execute my plans. Then again, too many people. This would be a perfect time to find the cameras actually. If I can find those, then my job is ten times easier. I began to walk with the crowd when I saw something. I noticed Mikey. His hair was lost in the crowd of black. I closed my eyes and shook my head. When I opened, Mikey's hair was gone. I was convinced I was imagining things. I know Mikey died, and that's that. Nothing Markus said would make me change my mind. I thought about what I would do next time I confronted Markus. I had to know why he wanted me so badly. I walked off towards the rest rooms, but took a sharp left towards the weapon room.
"Please insert card or ID," The machine said.
"Stupid robot," I hissed.
I punched in my old ID, but it was denied. Then I punched in random letters and numbers. Eventually, I had backed up the computer so much, it broke and the door slid open. I walked in and stood at the side. I scanned the room. I would need a brain fryer, it was useful in many situations.
I snuck back out of the room, hoping nobody noticed, but I was wrong. Ron was standing there impatiently.
"Done browsing?" He asked.
My eyes went wide, "What are you talking about?"
"Don't play dumb with me, I know you took some things in there," Ron replied.
I didn't want to use the new weapons, I had to save them for something important.
I felt the whole world move backwards as Ron's fist flew into my gut. Even though it wasn't as bad as if I were all human, it still hurt.
I kicked at Ron's leg, still wary of the pain.
"AGH!" He hissed.
I tackled him to the floor. He tried to escape, but my grasp on him was too strong. I wasn't sure if I was up to the challenge, but I had to get rid of him soon.
He kicked me off, and I found myself flying into the wall. No, the weapons room. I smashed into a rack of laser guns. I groaned at the pain, and staggered up to regain my footing. Ron was already getting ready to attack, but I ducked in time, and tackled him. He crashed into some shelves. He was pulling at my hair, but i was a boy, I barely had any hair. I punched his chin, and he screamed.
I stood up and ran out the room. I tried to lock it, but the computer was dead. Ron was stumbling out, and he swung at me, but his fist met the computer screen instead. Hundreds of pieces of glass and wiring flew everywhere. The chip was on the floor now, so I smashed it. Ron collapsed to his knees, panting. I kicked his arm, and he flew into the wall on impact. There was a large gash on the side of his face extending from the eyebrow down to the chin. Blood was dripping on the floor, leaving bright red spots.
"So you're human?" I asked.
"The hell did you think I was?" He sat up against the wall.
I stepped back, but he stood up immediately. He then swung at me with his bloody knuckles. I literally scratched his hand, and now there was a large gash going down the middle. He cursed and shook his hand. He wiped it against his suit, and now there was a stain on it.
"Way to waste your suit!" I hissed.
"Shut the hell up!" Ron kicked my leg.
I felt unphased by his attack, and I kicked him in the gut, and gave him a good uppercut. He wiped his hand against his mouth. His gums were slightly bleeding, and there was a trickle of blood going down his chin.
"Give up yet?!" I hissed.
"Screw you," he spat.
His breathing became shorter, and it looked like he was barely clinging on to life. I would keep attacking him, but it looked like he was in too much pain. I removed the heart stopper device from my pocket and placed it on him.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
"I'm sorry," I said pressing the button.
He gasped, but then collapsed on his side. I removed the device from him, and left behind was the same mark they gave Mikey.
"I'm sorry Ron, but I had to do this," I said.
I actually began to feel bad about what I did. Then again, he helped kill two people, and I only gave him what he deserved. I dragged Ron into the weapons room, and placed a heart shaped object, and laser gun in his hand. The least I could do is make it look like he killed himself. I looked around, and walked into the restroom. There was some blood on my face, but a quick wash revealed that it wasn't mine. I sighed and sat against the wall.
Step one of my plan was almost complete. I knew Sparks was going to be a challenge to beat, but if I could take out Ron, I could take out Sparks for sure. He was tough, but that was only what he appeared to be. I didn't know his true character, or how good he really was.
I stepped out of the restroom. BU was examining the weapons room. I gasped, and ran the other way. If BU knew, he'd run to Markus, and then Markus would probably kill me. I kept running, but speak of the Devil, I bumped into Markus.
"Quite a show you put on," he cocked his head.
"W-what?" I asked.
"Come with me," he said grabbing my arm.
He led me to his office and turned a monitor on. It was showing the fight between Ron and I. Those cameras, I knew they were going to be a problem.
"I should congratulate you, and I will," he grinned.
"I killed a man," I stared at him in disbelief.
"You displayed some strength out there. I don't think it will be a problem for you to beat the police now," he replied, obviously ignoring me.
I said nothing, fear was taking over me now.
No, you've done the impossible, you can do it. You will bust out of here, I thought.
"Enjoy the rest of your day," Markus said, turning around to watch the monitor.
Thursday, January 28, 2016
Finished: Chapter 8
Getting used to my new robot limbs would not be an easy task. I couldn't tell what things felt like anymore. Human limbs were much more effective than these useless machine parts. Markus had been testing my ability to move with my new limbs for a while now, and quite frankly, I'm extremely sick of it. I can't tell what pain is anymore, and I actually began to miss that. Being a machine, even part machine, was terrible. I felt depressed for days on end. Markus wouldn't stop his testing no matter what though.
Today, he was going to test more cyborg changers on me. They were pills. I had to chew them, that's what he said at least.
"Now all I want you to do is chew these and we'll be all done today," Markus handed me the pills.
I took them and took a long look at them. They were shaped like capsules. I dumped them in my mouth, and the same sensation that changed my arms happened again. This time it wasn't as shocking as last time. Instead, my legs felt like they were being ripped apart and molded into something completely different than what they should be.
"Good, now how do you feel?" Markus asked.
"Like trash, thanks," I hissed.
"Still a bright soul I see," Markus said sarcastically.
After his test was over, I began to try to move in my robot legs. I didn't want my face to be changed, but then again, my ID and phone were erased when my arms formed into machine, I don't think that it would be too hard to just escape. Nobody would recognize me anymore, I don't think even my mother would. I walked towards the lunch room.
I usually went in there to think. It was my personal spot, and all the workers knew not to bother me when I was here. I respected them for that. I felt bad for them too. They were forced to do these things, and some were forced to go through these terrible tests. Today I decided to revisit a topic I had long forgotten about- Mikey. I was convinced he was dead. He had no pulse, half an hour, there was no way he was still alive. I knew Markus was lying. There was no way that he could've survived that long. They stopped his heart, simple as that. Then without blood to keep circulating, his brain stopped functioning. I decided to go see if there was a weapon like the one they used on Mikey.
I followed Ron and Sparks around. I hoped they would lead me blindly to the weapons, and sure enough they did. I hid behind a rack of laser guns, and waited for them to leave. Then I went investigating. They had just about everything here. Guns from 2060, brain fryers, and the mysterious heart stoppers. I picked it up. It had a heart with a slash through the center. I knew this was the very weapon they used on Mikey. Something about the way it felt made me have this gut feeling that he died at the hands of this machine.
I inspected it. It was not a weapon, that's why the officer had no knowledge of it. It seemed to be some sort of prisoner execution tool. I guess injections are long over. I figured that it was used in medical places as well, but then again, why would they stop a heart? They would want to keep it alive, right?
I shook the thoughts from my head, and slipped it and its parts into my pocket. Markus probably told me that Mikey was alive to convince me that he was good or something. I highly doubted it. I snuck out of the weapons room. Ron and Sparks were talking in the lunch room.
"How's it going Joel?" Sparks asked.
"Why should you care?" I asked.
"Yeesh, sorry man," Sparks rolled his eyes.
This was the first time I had seen them without masks all the time. They looked normal.
"Still getting used to your limbs?" Ron pointed at my arms.
"I suppose," I shrugged.
I walked off, today was not my day to sit and chat. Today was the day to get the hell out of this place.
Today, he was going to test more cyborg changers on me. They were pills. I had to chew them, that's what he said at least.
"Now all I want you to do is chew these and we'll be all done today," Markus handed me the pills.
I took them and took a long look at them. They were shaped like capsules. I dumped them in my mouth, and the same sensation that changed my arms happened again. This time it wasn't as shocking as last time. Instead, my legs felt like they were being ripped apart and molded into something completely different than what they should be.
"Good, now how do you feel?" Markus asked.
"Like trash, thanks," I hissed.
"Still a bright soul I see," Markus said sarcastically.
After his test was over, I began to try to move in my robot legs. I didn't want my face to be changed, but then again, my ID and phone were erased when my arms formed into machine, I don't think that it would be too hard to just escape. Nobody would recognize me anymore, I don't think even my mother would. I walked towards the lunch room.
I usually went in there to think. It was my personal spot, and all the workers knew not to bother me when I was here. I respected them for that. I felt bad for them too. They were forced to do these things, and some were forced to go through these terrible tests. Today I decided to revisit a topic I had long forgotten about- Mikey. I was convinced he was dead. He had no pulse, half an hour, there was no way he was still alive. I knew Markus was lying. There was no way that he could've survived that long. They stopped his heart, simple as that. Then without blood to keep circulating, his brain stopped functioning. I decided to go see if there was a weapon like the one they used on Mikey.
I followed Ron and Sparks around. I hoped they would lead me blindly to the weapons, and sure enough they did. I hid behind a rack of laser guns, and waited for them to leave. Then I went investigating. They had just about everything here. Guns from 2060, brain fryers, and the mysterious heart stoppers. I picked it up. It had a heart with a slash through the center. I knew this was the very weapon they used on Mikey. Something about the way it felt made me have this gut feeling that he died at the hands of this machine.
I inspected it. It was not a weapon, that's why the officer had no knowledge of it. It seemed to be some sort of prisoner execution tool. I guess injections are long over. I figured that it was used in medical places as well, but then again, why would they stop a heart? They would want to keep it alive, right?
I shook the thoughts from my head, and slipped it and its parts into my pocket. Markus probably told me that Mikey was alive to convince me that he was good or something. I highly doubted it. I snuck out of the weapons room. Ron and Sparks were talking in the lunch room.
"How's it going Joel?" Sparks asked.
"Why should you care?" I asked.
"Yeesh, sorry man," Sparks rolled his eyes.
This was the first time I had seen them without masks all the time. They looked normal.
"Still getting used to your limbs?" Ron pointed at my arms.
"I suppose," I shrugged.
I walked off, today was not my day to sit and chat. Today was the day to get the hell out of this place.
Wednesday, January 27, 2016
Finished: Chapter 6
As we walked throughout, we were stopped by a robot.
"I will take it from here," the new robot said.
"Okay," Sparks and Ron handed me over.
"Hello Joel Green. My name is BU-908. If you have any questions, feel free to ask them. I will be your tour guide,"
"Tour guide? Where am I?" I asked.
"Why the robot building facility! This is where all manufacturing of robots and military weapons are done. We also create new genetic engineering ideas, but that is in our west wing. I will just be showing you around the east wing, the robot facility," BU-908 said.
"Can I just call you BU?" I asked.
"No, no, no. My full name must be used at all times. This is to ensure that my serial number is known. It also helps avoid confusion," BU-908 replied.
"Alright, well can I remove my cuffs?" I asked.
"Of course not, that is not in my coding to do,"
I mumbled something under my breath, but followed the robot on the tour.
"Here is where we get all the knowledge for our robots!" BU-908 cheered excitedly.
He gestured towards a window. I looked inside. There were what appeared to be human brains inside incubators. There were large wires connecting the brain with a robot head. The head was still exposing its wires, indicating it was still in its early stages of production. There was no sign of human activity among the brain incubators, but behind a large steel plate and window was the control room. There were humans, they were pressing buttons, and appeared to be coding the robots.
"As you can see, the only things the humans do is code the robots' facial features. Everything else is done entirely by machine," BU said.
"So why not just use only machines?" I asked.
"Machines are very unpredictable, and they have terrible taste in art!" BU laughed.
"I see," I nodded my head.
"Now for the assembling room! In here the robot heads are meticulously placed on the rest of the body," BU explained.
I peered through the window once more. The robot heads were being screwed on in lightning speed. I remember once reading about how slow machines were in the 2000s. Only until 3040 were machines actually fast enough to produce whole robots in less than five minutes.
"Where do you get the brains?" I asked.
"That is classified information. Only a production worker would know," BU responded.
I had always wondered why robots seemed so much like humans, and now I knew. They were programmed to have the qualities of a human.
"Here we are!" BU knocked on a set of doors.
A scanner appeared out of the door knobs.
"Please enter your serial number, or ID," it spoke.
BU did his stuff, and brought my ID up on the screen. Then the doors opened revealing a large office room. There were large monitors showing the production process that we just saw. The monitors were everywhere, there wasn't a window in sight. In the center of the room was an antique leather chair, its back facing towards us.
"Leave us, BU-908," a voice called out.
"Yes sir!" BU said as he walked through the doors.
And with that, the mysterious man turned around.
His face was ghastly. It was literally half machine half human. The machine side had a large circular red eye in place of a human eye. There was no hair on either side. The mouth on the robot side was that of a robot's. Straight and rectangular. The robot face was grey, with bolt seams going across the top, and the sides. The other side was a normal human, normal eyes, and normal mouth. No eyebrows, but there were eyelashes.
My heart felt like it skipped about twenty beats I was so afraid. He scared the hell out of me, and quite frankly, he was intimidating.
My heart felt like it skipped about twenty beats I was so afraid. He scared the hell out of me, and quite frankly, he was intimidating.
"Good morning, Mr. Green," his elbows were propped up on the desk, and his fingers were intertwined together, kinda like the evil villain pose in old movies. He was leaned far into the desk. His voice was half artificial, with an echo to it.
"Good morning..." I said, startled at his voice.
"You must be startled at my apperance, well don't be. I am the first cyborg to ever exist. My name is Markus Holand. I am the CEO and founder of this building," his arms spread out revealing his large wingspan, and his robot arm.
"So are you half machine?" I asked. Sweat began to form on my forehead, and I wiped it off.
"Yes. In fact, half of my body is that of a robot. The other is normal human flesh," Markus nodded.
"How is that possible?" I muttered, half close to running out of there.
"I know what you said. I have the superior hearing of a human machine combo. You may be wondering how exactly I could be this way, well it's simple. All my organs were encased in my robot interior, while my exterior is that of a human and machine. I am but a test. My company is now developing an improved cyborg," Markus chuckled as he spoke.
"I know what you said. I have the superior hearing of a human machine combo. You may be wondering how exactly I could be this way, well it's simple. All my organs were encased in my robot interior, while my exterior is that of a human and machine. I am but a test. My company is now developing an improved cyborg," Markus chuckled as he spoke.
"Why are you telling me this? And why am I even here?" I asked.
"All in good time, but I am telling you for one reason. There is no reason. I have nothing to hide from you Joel. The only thing I have to hide is my reasoning for bringing you here. I would ruin the surprise I have in store for you, and to be honest... you're a fugitive. You can either stay here in my protection, or give me the word, and you're on your own. But I don't think Ron and Sparks would let you live," Markus grinned.
"That's their names?" I asked.
"No, but I only refer to them by what you prefer. They have no names. They are mere test subjects in my cyborg project," Markus replied.
"No, but I only refer to them by what you prefer. They have no names. They are mere test subjects in my cyborg project," Markus replied.
"How do you know that?" I asked.
"Oh Joel, a good magician never reveals his secrets. Now I am no magician, but I can assure you that a good manufacturer never reveals his secrets," Markus replied.
I didn't like this guy. Something about him made me uneasy. The way he talked was so monotonous and cold, it made me shiver a thousand times. I wondered if he was really telling the truth. He also scared me. The way his face was made me want to run away.
"Because, all of what happened is a misunderstanding!" I shouted.
"Ah yes, you know we did what we did for a reason," Markus said.
"What?"
"Ron and Sparks were ordered to kill Mikey, he would've gotten in the way of my plans. You are needed for my grand surprise. Enjoy your time here, for tomorrow I finally reveal what we have in store for you,"
Tuesday, January 26, 2016
Finished: Chapter 5
No way would I be able to get out of this mess. Sparks put his weapon in the pocket of the leather seat. I was shoved onto the window seat. Only a middle seat was separating me from Sparks. Ron climbed into the driver seat. His disinterest was almost scary.
"Which way?" Ron asked.
"I think right," Sparks replied.
"You think? That's a first," Ron snorted.
"Shut up you uptight weasel!" Sparks said, but the look in his eyes said that he wanted to kill every person in this hover car.
"Let's just pull it up on my phone," Ron double tapped his wrist veins, and the phone appeared in front of him.
"How did you guys find me?" I asked.
Sparks grabbed my wrist, and I knew exactly what he meant. They tracked my phone. Just as I feared, I knew that someone would find me because of that darned device.
"Don't even think about taking it out," Sparks chuckled as he spoke.
"Wasn't planning to," I shot back.
The hover car lurched forward, then squealed away.
"Sorry, Sparks usually drives," Ron shrugged.
I rolled my eyes, and turned my head to look out the window. The city was far behind us now. I sighed silently and felt a tear roll down my cheek. I wiped it quickly.
"You must be excited," Sparks said sarcastically.
"Oh yeah. Totally over joyed,"
"Joel, that's your name right? Well anyways, if the boss-"
"Hey! I don't care anymore! You have put me through hell and back! First you kill my best friend, and I take the hit for your crimes! Second of all you kill an innocent man for trying to help me! I can't believe you!? Now you're probably telling me to stay calm! Well I won't!" I kicked the back of Ron's seat.
"Woah there! Calm your self! I wasn't saying stay calm! I was gonna tell you that the boss might actually take a liking to you! He did with another guy, it's not unlikely. You are tough, the boss loves that in people," Ron said.
"Listen, so I don't keep calling you two Ron and Sparks, what are your names?" I asked.
"We don't have any," Ron said.
"How?" I asked.
"We we're never given any, but I like the sound of Sparks,"
"Oh," I shrugged.
For some reason, I was becoming close with the people who killed Mikey, but then a though occurred. What if these guys were robots? What if they are controlled by an outside force? Then again, it seemed like they had a mind of their own. I had to remember in this era, robots were like humans. They only looked different. I tried to see if anything about them was robot like, but they seemed perfectly human.
"We're almost there," Ron announced.
"Thanks for stating the obvious," Sparks hissed.
"Why are you so stupid?" Ron asked.
"Why are you so stuck up?" Sparks replied.
I groaned and banged my head silently against the window. I was annoyed, and afraid. Nothing could solve this situation. When I opened my eyes, I saw open field, but the car seemed to go through some force barrier. Then I saw what we were headed to.
It was a giant building. Blue streaks of electricity were going through it. It was as large as Cleveland. Hover cars were strewn all over the parking lot. Next to the larger than life building was a manufacturing plant. The main part of the building was taller than the eye could see. I couldn't comprehend how this was hidden from anyone. A smoke stack, which I haven't seen in years, was not shooting out smoke. No, it was blue puffs. It looked like electrically charged smoke.
"Welcome home," Ron laughed.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever," Sparks said.
The door opened, and Sparks grabbed me again. They dragged me out of the car seat, and towards a giant sliding door. When we entered, the sight was breath taking. What appeared to be the building seal, was printed on the floor. The floor was really shiny, like it had been cleaned a million times that day. There were doors to enter into offices, and there was a large desk in the middle of the entrance way.
"ID?" The robot at the desk asked.
Ron and Sparks showed their wrists, then they removed my cuff and threw my wrists forward. The robot looked at them skeptically, but Ron seemed to strike some sort of fear in his robot core.
After we went through security, the cuffs were placed back on.
"Is this necessary?" I asked.
"What?" Ron replied.
"The cuffs? Are they really necessary?"
"Yeah," Sparks grunted.
A large screen showed a major news network, and large holographic paintings of the building during the process were everywhere. The slogan of the place was:
"Which way?" Ron asked.
"I think right," Sparks replied.
"You think? That's a first," Ron snorted.
"Shut up you uptight weasel!" Sparks said, but the look in his eyes said that he wanted to kill every person in this hover car.
"Let's just pull it up on my phone," Ron double tapped his wrist veins, and the phone appeared in front of him.
"How did you guys find me?" I asked.
Sparks grabbed my wrist, and I knew exactly what he meant. They tracked my phone. Just as I feared, I knew that someone would find me because of that darned device.
"Don't even think about taking it out," Sparks chuckled as he spoke.
"Wasn't planning to," I shot back.
The hover car lurched forward, then squealed away.
"Sorry, Sparks usually drives," Ron shrugged.
I rolled my eyes, and turned my head to look out the window. The city was far behind us now. I sighed silently and felt a tear roll down my cheek. I wiped it quickly.
"You must be excited," Sparks said sarcastically.
"Oh yeah. Totally over joyed,"
"Joel, that's your name right? Well anyways, if the boss-"
"Hey! I don't care anymore! You have put me through hell and back! First you kill my best friend, and I take the hit for your crimes! Second of all you kill an innocent man for trying to help me! I can't believe you!? Now you're probably telling me to stay calm! Well I won't!" I kicked the back of Ron's seat.
"Woah there! Calm your self! I wasn't saying stay calm! I was gonna tell you that the boss might actually take a liking to you! He did with another guy, it's not unlikely. You are tough, the boss loves that in people," Ron said.
"Listen, so I don't keep calling you two Ron and Sparks, what are your names?" I asked.
"We don't have any," Ron said.
"How?" I asked.
"We we're never given any, but I like the sound of Sparks,"
"Oh," I shrugged.
For some reason, I was becoming close with the people who killed Mikey, but then a though occurred. What if these guys were robots? What if they are controlled by an outside force? Then again, it seemed like they had a mind of their own. I had to remember in this era, robots were like humans. They only looked different. I tried to see if anything about them was robot like, but they seemed perfectly human.
"We're almost there," Ron announced.
"Thanks for stating the obvious," Sparks hissed.
"Why are you so stupid?" Ron asked.
"Why are you so stuck up?" Sparks replied.
I groaned and banged my head silently against the window. I was annoyed, and afraid. Nothing could solve this situation. When I opened my eyes, I saw open field, but the car seemed to go through some force barrier. Then I saw what we were headed to.
It was a giant building. Blue streaks of electricity were going through it. It was as large as Cleveland. Hover cars were strewn all over the parking lot. Next to the larger than life building was a manufacturing plant. The main part of the building was taller than the eye could see. I couldn't comprehend how this was hidden from anyone. A smoke stack, which I haven't seen in years, was not shooting out smoke. No, it was blue puffs. It looked like electrically charged smoke.
"Welcome home," Ron laughed.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever," Sparks said.
The door opened, and Sparks grabbed me again. They dragged me out of the car seat, and towards a giant sliding door. When we entered, the sight was breath taking. What appeared to be the building seal, was printed on the floor. The floor was really shiny, like it had been cleaned a million times that day. There were doors to enter into offices, and there was a large desk in the middle of the entrance way.
"ID?" The robot at the desk asked.
Ron and Sparks showed their wrists, then they removed my cuff and threw my wrists forward. The robot looked at them skeptically, but Ron seemed to strike some sort of fear in his robot core.
After we went through security, the cuffs were placed back on.
"Is this necessary?" I asked.
"What?" Ron replied.
"The cuffs? Are they really necessary?"
"Yeah," Sparks grunted.
A large screen showed a major news network, and large holographic paintings of the building during the process were everywhere. The slogan of the place was:
We are not afraid
We are the feared
The government reigns
Through our support
Our strength is what keeps us alive
In us we trust
In machines we believe
Finished: Chapter 4
Silent Night had been gone for hours. I began to worry that he was tricking me and leaving me for the cops. I gulped, and looked around. The sun was just slightly peaking over the horizon. I heard someone approaching, and I slowly turned around. Silent Night was standing there with some keys.
"Is you ready?" He asked.
I nodded my head, glad that he didn't turn on me.
"Yous must know I's be getting me self in a lots of trouble," Silent Night spoke.
"I know, but it's your job. Don't act like you haven't done this before," I spat.
He grunted, but said nothing. I never trusted people like that, but this was my only oppourtunity to get out of Cleveland. I had to leave, otherwise those men would return. And this time, it would be me.
Walking with Silent Night made me feel like a criminal. I was wanted, but I wasn't guilty of anything. I hadn't comitted a crime, not until just now anyways. We walked towards a large marina. Cleveland was filled with marinas that carried into the lakes. Some marinas were older than anything here. Some were new. We apprached a creepy looking one with worn out, outdated boats. Their sleek design had to have been nice at the time, but now, they just looked like a clown roadshow. The boats were not large, not like today's boats anyways. Nowadays, the boats were as big as the main building. Not literally, but they were big.
Silent Night hopped onto the boat, and I got on too. The boat smelled like rot and dust. I had to contain myself from throwing up.
"We's be headed out here in no time," he announced.
I placed my arms on the side of the boat. The sun had shone a light glow on the whole marina, which didn't really help. It just made it look more scary. I noticed two figures walking. Their silhouettes were the only visible thing about them. I gulped, instantly afraid that these were the same men who killed Mikey.
As they approached the boat, I recognized them. The two killers who got away with it.
"We need to go..." I whispered hoarsely.
"You says something?"
Too late, by the time I opened my mouth, they were standing on the boat. This time it wasn't the same weapons they used last time. The weapons looked like guns, but I recognized them from a movie I saw. They were brain destroyers.
Brain destroyers are complex weapons that send giant bursts of electricity through the body. They literally fry the neutrons, putting the victim into shock and causing them to go brain dead. I was never so afraid before in my life. The heart stopping tool was bad enough, I wouldn't want to have my brain fried!
"What does you fools want?" Silent Night pointed a laser gun at them.
The two masked figures shook their heads and erupted into laughter.
"He knows," one of them gestured towards me.
"Who is these men?" Silent Night asked.
"They're the ones responsible for killing Mikey, my friend," I explained.
"Now listen old man," one of them turned towards Silent Night, "We know who you are, and all we care about is the kid. So hand him over, and you'll live."
"Disobey, and you'll die," the other one snickered.
Silent Night said nothing, but he aimed his laser gun at one of the men. I wanted to warn him, tell him they were too good to be beat, but a horrible shriek erupted from the boat. Silent Night collapsed, clutching his chest with one hand, and his head with another. Smoke was pouring from the brain destroyer.
"I told him," the one who fired shrugged.
Silent Night began wailing. He was on the floor rocking back and forth on his side. The bursts of electricity shocked his body. Eventually, he let out a terrible scream and he stopped moving.
"We figured our next victim should die much terribly than good old Mikey," the man who fired laughed.
"Who are you?! What do you want from me?!" I shouted.
"Listen, I get it, two of your best friends gone within the course of two days. Shocking. Not enough kid, if you don't come with us, it'll be worse. Who knows, maybe we'll go for your mom and sister. It all depends on who's life you care about the most," the man who fired said.
I instantly decided to call one Sparks, and the other Ron. I don't know why, but not having a name to identify these guys with bothered me.
"Now what'll it be?" Ron asked.
"If I comply with your terms, you'll leave my family?" I asked.
"Sure," Sparks snorted.
"I won't come if you don't follow out on your promise!" I hissed.
"They need him, can't have him running all over the place," Ron spat at Sparks.
"I just fried that Silent Night to nothing, he'll be a piece of cake," Sparks growled.
"I don't care what achievements you've accomplished in your life! He needs the boy and that's that!" Ron shouted.
"Fine, but he can't know where we're taking him," Sparks said.
"It doesn't matter, he'll probably be dead before sunset anyways," Ron approached me.
"Why do you want me dead?" I backed away.
"Oh, I don't care about who the hell you are kid. I just work for someone who has a hell of a lot of interest in you," Ron pulled out electric cuffs.
"What are those for?" I asked.
"If I told you, you'd look stupid. Now hand me your arms," Ron said.
I held out my hands, and he clamped them with the electric cuffs.
"Good boy, now that wasn't so bad now, was it?" Ron asked.
"Shut up," Sparks hollered.
Ron grabbed me roughly by the upper biceps and half-dragged me to what looked like a hover car.
Sparks leaned down, close to my ear and said, "If you ever escape, don't say a word to anyone. We know you told those police, and we warned you. If it were up to me, you'd be dead, but you're lucky it isn't up to me."
"Is you ready?" He asked.
I nodded my head, glad that he didn't turn on me.
"Yous must know I's be getting me self in a lots of trouble," Silent Night spoke.
"I know, but it's your job. Don't act like you haven't done this before," I spat.
He grunted, but said nothing. I never trusted people like that, but this was my only oppourtunity to get out of Cleveland. I had to leave, otherwise those men would return. And this time, it would be me.
Walking with Silent Night made me feel like a criminal. I was wanted, but I wasn't guilty of anything. I hadn't comitted a crime, not until just now anyways. We walked towards a large marina. Cleveland was filled with marinas that carried into the lakes. Some marinas were older than anything here. Some were new. We apprached a creepy looking one with worn out, outdated boats. Their sleek design had to have been nice at the time, but now, they just looked like a clown roadshow. The boats were not large, not like today's boats anyways. Nowadays, the boats were as big as the main building. Not literally, but they were big.
Silent Night hopped onto the boat, and I got on too. The boat smelled like rot and dust. I had to contain myself from throwing up.
"We's be headed out here in no time," he announced.
I placed my arms on the side of the boat. The sun had shone a light glow on the whole marina, which didn't really help. It just made it look more scary. I noticed two figures walking. Their silhouettes were the only visible thing about them. I gulped, instantly afraid that these were the same men who killed Mikey.
As they approached the boat, I recognized them. The two killers who got away with it.
"We need to go..." I whispered hoarsely.
"You says something?"
Too late, by the time I opened my mouth, they were standing on the boat. This time it wasn't the same weapons they used last time. The weapons looked like guns, but I recognized them from a movie I saw. They were brain destroyers.
Brain destroyers are complex weapons that send giant bursts of electricity through the body. They literally fry the neutrons, putting the victim into shock and causing them to go brain dead. I was never so afraid before in my life. The heart stopping tool was bad enough, I wouldn't want to have my brain fried!
"What does you fools want?" Silent Night pointed a laser gun at them.
The two masked figures shook their heads and erupted into laughter.
"He knows," one of them gestured towards me.
"Who is these men?" Silent Night asked.
"They're the ones responsible for killing Mikey, my friend," I explained.
"Now listen old man," one of them turned towards Silent Night, "We know who you are, and all we care about is the kid. So hand him over, and you'll live."
"Disobey, and you'll die," the other one snickered.
Silent Night said nothing, but he aimed his laser gun at one of the men. I wanted to warn him, tell him they were too good to be beat, but a horrible shriek erupted from the boat. Silent Night collapsed, clutching his chest with one hand, and his head with another. Smoke was pouring from the brain destroyer.
"I told him," the one who fired shrugged.
Silent Night began wailing. He was on the floor rocking back and forth on his side. The bursts of electricity shocked his body. Eventually, he let out a terrible scream and he stopped moving.
"We figured our next victim should die much terribly than good old Mikey," the man who fired laughed.
"Who are you?! What do you want from me?!" I shouted.
"Listen, I get it, two of your best friends gone within the course of two days. Shocking. Not enough kid, if you don't come with us, it'll be worse. Who knows, maybe we'll go for your mom and sister. It all depends on who's life you care about the most," the man who fired said.
I instantly decided to call one Sparks, and the other Ron. I don't know why, but not having a name to identify these guys with bothered me.
"Now what'll it be?" Ron asked.
"If I comply with your terms, you'll leave my family?" I asked.
"Sure," Sparks snorted.
"I won't come if you don't follow out on your promise!" I hissed.
"They need him, can't have him running all over the place," Ron spat at Sparks.
"I just fried that Silent Night to nothing, he'll be a piece of cake," Sparks growled.
"I don't care what achievements you've accomplished in your life! He needs the boy and that's that!" Ron shouted.
"Fine, but he can't know where we're taking him," Sparks said.
"It doesn't matter, he'll probably be dead before sunset anyways," Ron approached me.
"Why do you want me dead?" I backed away.
"Oh, I don't care about who the hell you are kid. I just work for someone who has a hell of a lot of interest in you," Ron pulled out electric cuffs.
"What are those for?" I asked.
"If I told you, you'd look stupid. Now hand me your arms," Ron said.
I held out my hands, and he clamped them with the electric cuffs.
"Good boy, now that wasn't so bad now, was it?" Ron asked.
"Shut up," Sparks hollered.
Ron grabbed me roughly by the upper biceps and half-dragged me to what looked like a hover car.
Sparks leaned down, close to my ear and said, "If you ever escape, don't say a word to anyone. We know you told those police, and we warned you. If it were up to me, you'd be dead, but you're lucky it isn't up to me."
Wednesday, January 20, 2016
Finished: Chapter 7
I woke up, startled from my sleep. BU was at the cell door, pounding hard.
"Stop disrespecting the metal!" I shouted drowsily.
"Nonsense, metal does not feel anything. It is an abiotic object," BU rolled his robot eyes.
"Sorry, just a bit sore," I said glancing at my wrist.
"Ah yes, today you get them removed!" BU smiled.
"Really?" I asked raising my eyebrows.
"Yes, Markus has decided so," BU replied.
I finally had some hope. If I was going to get the cuffs removed, I could finally move. BU opened the cell, and grabbed my wrists. He unlocked the cuffs, and I stretched. It had been forever since I had stretched. I actually realize how I took it for granted.
"Wait, how did you take my cuffs off? You said you couldn't!" I stammered.
"Enough games, Markus needs you!" BU grabbed my hand and dragged my out of my cell.
Men that looked like Ron and Sparks were everywhere. The place was crawling with them.
"Hello Joel," Sparks' gruff voice called out.
I tried not to respond, afraid that he would say or do something.
"C'mon, it's rude not to answer me," Sparks grinned.
"Hello," I hissed finally.
"Good, you're finally learning etiquite," he laughed as he patted my head.
"Don't touch me," I barked, and followed BU to what seemed to be a doctor's office.
"Enter here," BU gestured to a door.
Without question, I walked in. There was an antique doctor's chair, and a holographic chair. On the side were pills, computer chips, and injection needles. Markus entered the room, and slammed the door behind him, which made me jump.
"Do not be frightened," he said calmly.
"Sorry, just startled is all," I shrugged.
"Good, have a seat," he pointed towards the holographic chair.
"You must really like antique items," I pointed out.
"Yes, they are my prized possessions," he replied.
I felt a bit nervous as he typed some stuff up on the screen.
"Alright," he began, "Today we will just test some of these chips. They are unlike the ones that you ate for your phone. They may hurt though."
He grabbed four chips and handed them to me.
"What are these for?" I asked.
"What have you noticed from your stay here?" He asked.
"No way in hell am I becoming a freaky human lab rat for your cyborg stuff!" I shouted.
"Look, Joel, you must know how important this is to me!" Markus said.
"I don't care what it means to you! I am not becoming a test subject!" I said.
"It's not a guarantee that you will even become a cyborg!" Markus argued.
I was not convinced. First he killed Mikey, then Silent Night, now he was going to use me for his sick, twisted experiment. No way in hell was I going to let him.
"You've caused me too much sadness, and a hell of a lot of trouble. I want out of your game!" I hissed.
"This is the future, Joel! This is what could shape the future. Imagine America with an army of unbeatable humans! This could be the turning point in human and machine warfare!" Markus raged.
"There is nothing cool about turning me into a military weapon, it's just crazy like you," I replied firmly.
"You are too stubborn. This could make you almost immortal!" Makus said.
"Look, I get it, so much good in this program. But at the same time, you've killed two people, and put my family through pain to bring me. I don't know why you couldn't just pull some random prisoner, or some guy who doesn't have a life, I really don't understand why you chose me," I said.
"I realize what you have been through may not be all that fun, but I chose you Joel. That should be enough to make you stay here," Markus replied.
"You just don't get it do you? I'm not doing it," I said.
"You are pushing me to my limits," Markus warned.
"And you pushed me beyond my limits when your goons took Mikey's life," I said.
"He's not dead you stupid boy!" Markus yelled.
"What?" I asked.
"Mikey. Is. Still. Alive." Markus said firmly.
"I saw those freaks take his life!" I stood up now.
"I know what you saw looked real, but his brain is still operating," Markus answered.
Of course, another tool that the government is creating to make better war machines.
"This is another cyber warfare thing, isn't it?" I asked.
"That is none of your concern, now eat the chips or I'll force them down your throat!" Markus thrusted his hands towards me.
I realized that I really have no choice anymore. I was to either be a cyborg, or rot in prison. I thought about it, I could use cyborg abilities to my advantage. I could escape this rotten place. I took the chips from his hand, and swallowed them. I felt a sudden tingle in my spine. My brain felt like it was pounding against my skull. It was swelling. I knew it. Bursts of electricity shocked my body. I wanted to gag, but I contained myself. My hands were twitching, my whole body was. My fingers were turning into metal. My arms were too, all the way up to the forearm.
"Not how it should've worked, but I suppose it works," Markus scratched his chin.
"You mean... something went wrong?" I replied.
"Possibly, or my idiot workers don't know how to code anymore," Markus said.
Just as quickly as the episode of flesh turning to metal came, it completely went away. I slightly lifted my shirt, and saw that my chest was now metal. I wanted to cry, scream, kick, run into my mother's arms, and complain like a baby. But I was here, no where near my mother. I was in some government facility, becoming a lab rat to some wacko scientist. I was turning into a machine, and I could never go back.
Never.
"Stop disrespecting the metal!" I shouted drowsily.
"Nonsense, metal does not feel anything. It is an abiotic object," BU rolled his robot eyes.
"Sorry, just a bit sore," I said glancing at my wrist.
"Ah yes, today you get them removed!" BU smiled.
"Really?" I asked raising my eyebrows.
"Yes, Markus has decided so," BU replied.
I finally had some hope. If I was going to get the cuffs removed, I could finally move. BU opened the cell, and grabbed my wrists. He unlocked the cuffs, and I stretched. It had been forever since I had stretched. I actually realize how I took it for granted.
"Wait, how did you take my cuffs off? You said you couldn't!" I stammered.
"Enough games, Markus needs you!" BU grabbed my hand and dragged my out of my cell.
Men that looked like Ron and Sparks were everywhere. The place was crawling with them.
"Hello Joel," Sparks' gruff voice called out.
I tried not to respond, afraid that he would say or do something.
"C'mon, it's rude not to answer me," Sparks grinned.
"Hello," I hissed finally.
"Good, you're finally learning etiquite," he laughed as he patted my head.
"Don't touch me," I barked, and followed BU to what seemed to be a doctor's office.
"Enter here," BU gestured to a door.
Without question, I walked in. There was an antique doctor's chair, and a holographic chair. On the side were pills, computer chips, and injection needles. Markus entered the room, and slammed the door behind him, which made me jump.
"Do not be frightened," he said calmly.
"Sorry, just startled is all," I shrugged.
"Good, have a seat," he pointed towards the holographic chair.
"You must really like antique items," I pointed out.
"Yes, they are my prized possessions," he replied.
I felt a bit nervous as he typed some stuff up on the screen.
"Alright," he began, "Today we will just test some of these chips. They are unlike the ones that you ate for your phone. They may hurt though."
He grabbed four chips and handed them to me.
"What are these for?" I asked.
"What have you noticed from your stay here?" He asked.
"No way in hell am I becoming a freaky human lab rat for your cyborg stuff!" I shouted.
"Look, Joel, you must know how important this is to me!" Markus said.
"I don't care what it means to you! I am not becoming a test subject!" I said.
"It's not a guarantee that you will even become a cyborg!" Markus argued.
I was not convinced. First he killed Mikey, then Silent Night, now he was going to use me for his sick, twisted experiment. No way in hell was I going to let him.
"You've caused me too much sadness, and a hell of a lot of trouble. I want out of your game!" I hissed.
"This is the future, Joel! This is what could shape the future. Imagine America with an army of unbeatable humans! This could be the turning point in human and machine warfare!" Markus raged.
"There is nothing cool about turning me into a military weapon, it's just crazy like you," I replied firmly.
"You are too stubborn. This could make you almost immortal!" Makus said.
"Look, I get it, so much good in this program. But at the same time, you've killed two people, and put my family through pain to bring me. I don't know why you couldn't just pull some random prisoner, or some guy who doesn't have a life, I really don't understand why you chose me," I said.
"I realize what you have been through may not be all that fun, but I chose you Joel. That should be enough to make you stay here," Markus replied.
"You just don't get it do you? I'm not doing it," I said.
"You are pushing me to my limits," Markus warned.
"And you pushed me beyond my limits when your goons took Mikey's life," I said.
"He's not dead you stupid boy!" Markus yelled.
"What?" I asked.
"Mikey. Is. Still. Alive." Markus said firmly.
"I saw those freaks take his life!" I stood up now.
"I know what you saw looked real, but his brain is still operating," Markus answered.
Of course, another tool that the government is creating to make better war machines.
"This is another cyber warfare thing, isn't it?" I asked.
"That is none of your concern, now eat the chips or I'll force them down your throat!" Markus thrusted his hands towards me.
I realized that I really have no choice anymore. I was to either be a cyborg, or rot in prison. I thought about it, I could use cyborg abilities to my advantage. I could escape this rotten place. I took the chips from his hand, and swallowed them. I felt a sudden tingle in my spine. My brain felt like it was pounding against my skull. It was swelling. I knew it. Bursts of electricity shocked my body. I wanted to gag, but I contained myself. My hands were twitching, my whole body was. My fingers were turning into metal. My arms were too, all the way up to the forearm.
"Not how it should've worked, but I suppose it works," Markus scratched his chin.
"You mean... something went wrong?" I replied.
"Possibly, or my idiot workers don't know how to code anymore," Markus said.
Just as quickly as the episode of flesh turning to metal came, it completely went away. I slightly lifted my shirt, and saw that my chest was now metal. I wanted to cry, scream, kick, run into my mother's arms, and complain like a baby. But I was here, no where near my mother. I was in some government facility, becoming a lab rat to some wacko scientist. I was turning into a machine, and I could never go back.
Never.
Thursday, January 14, 2016
Finished: Chapter 3
The motel had a musty, small waiting room. I looked around. There were small paintings. I was surprised to see those. Usually art was holographic, or there was no art at all.
"Yes hello, how may I help you?" Asked the man at the front desk.
He was short, fat and had a large bald spot on his heard. He was wearing a tight shirt that showed off quite a bit of sweat around his armpits.
"I need a room for the night," I said.
"Yeah, sure, okay," he sighed.
"Do you need my ID?" I asked.
"No," he rolled his eyes.
I waited to see what's next, but he puffed a large, smelly breath of air and turned around. I tapped my fingers against my leg impatiently as I waited.
"Here's your room key," he said.
"Brush your teeth man," I mumbled under my breath.
I walked away looking for my room. It was the third one down. The hallway was damp and dark. I noticed how old fashioned this place was. I pressed the room key against the analyzer, and entered the room.
It, like everything else, was damp. The light switch didn't work, so I was left in the dark. There was one bed sitting in the middle of the room. The covers were covered in roses, and so were the pillows. There was a small desk along with a mini fridge. The bathroom was cold, and had a dim light. It looked like a public bathroom, but one that hadn't been clean for months.
"I really need to get out of here," I sighed.
I sat down on the bed, it was squeaky and wet. I yelped, and jumped off the bed. I knew I wasn't sleeping on that. I stood in the side of the room and pondered about what to do next. I could easily just leave, but then the police would find me. I had to leave Cleveland, that was most likely the only option. I would never get past security though! Unless the stories I heard are true...
See, there were rumors floating around that if someone wanted to leave, but they couldn't, they talked to a man called Silent Night. He was apparently the one to get you out without any complications. He was supposedly residing in Cleveland. I thought long and hard about it. If Silent Night could get me out of here, then he was my best bet. Then again, it could get me into more trouble. I left the room key on the bed, and opened the window. It was a first floor motel, so I broke the screen in between, and leaped out. I had suddenly become skilled in the art of sneaking off.
I saw the screens again. My face. I was innocent, I knew it. Nobody would believe me. Nobody would believe me, unless I caught the men who did it. Then they would believe me. They would be sorry, and put the real men in prison for their doings. Then who knows, they might get the death penalty.
But the only problem was, I couldn't find out who they were. Not unless they were parading around in whatever suits and masks they were wearing that day. I could hack into the police main frame and figure out if they had no record of the weapon or not, but that would be impossible. I had no knowledge of hacking. My father did though. He knew how to do everything. I suddenly found myself blaming him for this situation that I'm in. I felt that if he was still around, I would be safe and sound. He could disprove their claims of me being guilty. I then put the blame on me, if I had called the police immediately, then I wouldn't be in this mess.
I shivered in the cold, but began running. I didn't know where. I was just running. Possibly The Republic of France, or another state. The Republic of France is modern day Canada. After the Great War, the French took over Canada, and renamed it completely.
My mother had traveled to The Republic of France once, she said it was an interesting experience. I don't know what she meant, but I had a feeling I couldn't go there. I knew I had to stop thinking and make up my mind. I would leave Cleveland to start, and head my way somewhere along the United States.
I ran all night, stopping along the way at gas stations, and convenient stores. I asked about Silent Night, people said he lived by Lake Grande. Lake Grande is the new name of Lake Erie. Lake Grande was nearby, and I had about a few hours before sunrise. I began running, not minding my exposed face. I was already wanted, and maybe if I'm caught, I can re-escape.
After twenty minutes I found my self along the shore of Lake Grande. There was a lighthouse from thousands of years ago. Then I heard some man humming a strange tune. I was already fearless after my whole day, so I went up to the man.
"Do you know if Silent Night lives here?" I asked.
"Why do yous care?" He asked.
"I need to get out of here," I said as I sighed.
"Silent Night only helps for a real reason,"
"So you're Silent Night?" I asked.
"It matters not to yous, now state your business for wanting him,"
"I'm being framed for my friend's death. I'm wanted, and I want to get out of here and start a new life some place else," I explained.
If this man wanted to turn me in, he could do it now and I wouldn't care.
He stood up, "I see."
He was almost seven feet tall, and was really skinny.
"You have come to the right place. I am Silent Night," he took a bow.
"You are?" I asked.
"Look fool, I says who I is, and yous better listen, aright?" He hissed.
"Sorry," I said.
"Good, now let's sees what I's can do for yous. Yous says you wants to leave Cleveland, but yous don't want the new Frenchy place, amiright?" He asked.
"Yes sir, I can't go there,"
"Whys that?"
"Well, I'm afraid they are worse than anyone here to me," I said.
"I's can get yous to Colorado, but not farthers," he said.
"Really?" I asked with joy.
"Yes I cans," he nodded as he spoke.
"Then please do!" I cried.
"Aright, I's gots to pick up some items, sos you need to wait, aright?" Silent Night said.
"I have all day Silent Night," I replied.
"Good boy, It'll takes mes an hour or sos," he shrugged.
"Okay," I said.
With that, he walked off.
"Yes hello, how may I help you?" Asked the man at the front desk.
He was short, fat and had a large bald spot on his heard. He was wearing a tight shirt that showed off quite a bit of sweat around his armpits.
"I need a room for the night," I said.
"Yeah, sure, okay," he sighed.
"Do you need my ID?" I asked.
"No," he rolled his eyes.
I waited to see what's next, but he puffed a large, smelly breath of air and turned around. I tapped my fingers against my leg impatiently as I waited.
"Here's your room key," he said.
"Brush your teeth man," I mumbled under my breath.
I walked away looking for my room. It was the third one down. The hallway was damp and dark. I noticed how old fashioned this place was. I pressed the room key against the analyzer, and entered the room.
It, like everything else, was damp. The light switch didn't work, so I was left in the dark. There was one bed sitting in the middle of the room. The covers were covered in roses, and so were the pillows. There was a small desk along with a mini fridge. The bathroom was cold, and had a dim light. It looked like a public bathroom, but one that hadn't been clean for months.
"I really need to get out of here," I sighed.
I sat down on the bed, it was squeaky and wet. I yelped, and jumped off the bed. I knew I wasn't sleeping on that. I stood in the side of the room and pondered about what to do next. I could easily just leave, but then the police would find me. I had to leave Cleveland, that was most likely the only option. I would never get past security though! Unless the stories I heard are true...
See, there were rumors floating around that if someone wanted to leave, but they couldn't, they talked to a man called Silent Night. He was apparently the one to get you out without any complications. He was supposedly residing in Cleveland. I thought long and hard about it. If Silent Night could get me out of here, then he was my best bet. Then again, it could get me into more trouble. I left the room key on the bed, and opened the window. It was a first floor motel, so I broke the screen in between, and leaped out. I had suddenly become skilled in the art of sneaking off.
I saw the screens again. My face. I was innocent, I knew it. Nobody would believe me. Nobody would believe me, unless I caught the men who did it. Then they would believe me. They would be sorry, and put the real men in prison for their doings. Then who knows, they might get the death penalty.
But the only problem was, I couldn't find out who they were. Not unless they were parading around in whatever suits and masks they were wearing that day. I could hack into the police main frame and figure out if they had no record of the weapon or not, but that would be impossible. I had no knowledge of hacking. My father did though. He knew how to do everything. I suddenly found myself blaming him for this situation that I'm in. I felt that if he was still around, I would be safe and sound. He could disprove their claims of me being guilty. I then put the blame on me, if I had called the police immediately, then I wouldn't be in this mess.
I shivered in the cold, but began running. I didn't know where. I was just running. Possibly The Republic of France, or another state. The Republic of France is modern day Canada. After the Great War, the French took over Canada, and renamed it completely.
My mother had traveled to The Republic of France once, she said it was an interesting experience. I don't know what she meant, but I had a feeling I couldn't go there. I knew I had to stop thinking and make up my mind. I would leave Cleveland to start, and head my way somewhere along the United States.
I ran all night, stopping along the way at gas stations, and convenient stores. I asked about Silent Night, people said he lived by Lake Grande. Lake Grande is the new name of Lake Erie. Lake Grande was nearby, and I had about a few hours before sunrise. I began running, not minding my exposed face. I was already wanted, and maybe if I'm caught, I can re-escape.
After twenty minutes I found my self along the shore of Lake Grande. There was a lighthouse from thousands of years ago. Then I heard some man humming a strange tune. I was already fearless after my whole day, so I went up to the man.
"Do you know if Silent Night lives here?" I asked.
"Why do yous care?" He asked.
"I need to get out of here," I said as I sighed.
"Silent Night only helps for a real reason,"
"So you're Silent Night?" I asked.
"It matters not to yous, now state your business for wanting him,"
"I'm being framed for my friend's death. I'm wanted, and I want to get out of here and start a new life some place else," I explained.
If this man wanted to turn me in, he could do it now and I wouldn't care.
He stood up, "I see."
He was almost seven feet tall, and was really skinny.
"You have come to the right place. I am Silent Night," he took a bow.
"You are?" I asked.
"Look fool, I says who I is, and yous better listen, aright?" He hissed.
"Sorry," I said.
"Good, now let's sees what I's can do for yous. Yous says you wants to leave Cleveland, but yous don't want the new Frenchy place, amiright?" He asked.
"Yes sir, I can't go there,"
"Whys that?"
"Well, I'm afraid they are worse than anyone here to me," I said.
"I's can get yous to Colorado, but not farthers," he said.
"Really?" I asked with joy.
"Yes I cans," he nodded as he spoke.
"Then please do!" I cried.
"Aright, I's gots to pick up some items, sos you need to wait, aright?" Silent Night said.
"I have all day Silent Night," I replied.
"Good boy, It'll takes mes an hour or sos," he shrugged.
"Okay," I said.
With that, he walked off.
Sunday, January 3, 2016
Finished: Chapter 2
It took me a solid half hour to fully process what just happened. One second ago, Mikey and I were walking around, the next, Mikey will never be able to move again. Tears filled my eyes. I looked down at where they placed the device. The device burned a part of his shirt. All that was left behind was a strange mark. A heart with one large slash mark through it. It was like a tattoo, embedded in his skin. I finally sat down, after the full realization began to hit me. Those men, they killed Mikey, but why not me?
I noticed people just walk by, staring at their phones. Nowadays, nobody cared what anybody did. All they were concerned about was politics, food, and stupid things. They didn't even notice a dead kid, and his traumatized best friend standing right there. I was wrong because one woman stopped to see what was wrong. She put her hands to her mouth. She was in as much shock as I was. She thought that some terrible thing had happened, and for all I knew, she probably thought I was the one who did it. She pulled out her phone and called someone. Obviously the police.
I wanted to run off, but I knew that would send the wrong message. I didn't have time to think of what to do next, because the police filled up the scene. I tried to remember the whole day. Tried to think of anything I did that would anger somebody. But my mind filled with blanks and questions that I would never be able to answer.
The police sort of arrested me. They said that I would need to be questioned. Seemed logical. The paramedics picked Mikey up, put him on a holographic stroller type thing, he was just literally floating in the air. They put him in the ambulance hover car. Then the lights and noises came on, and they disappeared.
I looked at the ambulance as it drove away. I wanted to cry so bad. I wanted to run after that ambulance and never stop until Mikey would jump out and say it was all a prank. But Mikey would never do that. And what I saw was real. It was too real.
Mikey would never crack another joke again, he would never laugh, or smile, or even say hi. His last few moments were terror, terror that I wished upon nobody. He was my best friend, and now he was gone, dead. The police were talking about something, but who could understand a robot?
"What's gonna happen to me?" I asked.
No answer. Obviously, they'll let the talking go to the human officers. Unless robots took over police stations.
The drive over to the office was agonizing, and felt like forever. Even though it only took a few minutes. I played over the events in my mind, trying to figure out a way to explain everything to the police. How would they believe such a wild story like that though? Mikey had his heart stopped! Nobody known as of now can do that without doing some extreme stuff to your heart! A small device would be ridiculous!
When we arrived at the station, I looked at it. Long and hard. It was long, tall, and enormous. Security guards scanned my wrist. They also scanned the robots' serial numbers. After letting us in, the guards locked the doors with a loud thud.
We came upon a large cell. I knew that I was now officially in jail. There was a man, not a robot thank goodness, sitting down at a wooden desk. The officers threw me down into the chair.
"Good afternoon," the officer said.
"Uh, hi," I replied nervously.
I felt my palms become sweaty.
"You were brought here because of some events that have just recently occurred, are we clear?" He asked.
"Yes sir," I said shakily.
"Good now, explain to me your whole day," the officer demanded.
"It started off normally. I woke up for school. Did my morning routine, then went to the subway. I got to school, went through my last day there, and caught up with my best friend Mikey. We had gone to some stores, and there were two men who were following us everywhere we went. Eventually they backed us into an alley, killed Mikey, and left me standing. They warned me that if I spoke of what just happened, I'd be next," I explained.
"Hmm, what did these men look like?"
"Tall, creepy, the usual. They were wearing black on black, like everything was black. They had on some sort of mask to cover their faces I guess," I said.
"Now, how tall do you estimate they were?" He asked.
"I dunno, six seven maybe?" I guessed.
"How did they kill Mikey?"
"They," I hesitated, "They just walked up to him. Then one of them placed some weird heart shaped thing on him. Then they backed up, took out a button and he pressed it. Mikey just dropped to the ground. They stopped his heart."
The officer stared at me for a few minutes.
"That isn't possible,"
"Why?!" I felt the fear from earlier come again.
"Those devices don't exist," the officer spat.
"Maybe you've never seen them!"
"Maybe I have record of every weapon put in civilian hands," the officer narrowed his eyes at me.
I noticed I had half sat up in my chair, so I fully sat down.
"I know every weapon ever as well, those don't exist,"
"Yeah, well they could've smuggled them here," I mumbled.
"Not possible. We could track them down if they did," the officer stated firmly.
"I know what I saw, I'm not stupid," I said.
"Or maybe you did it,"
"What?!" I shouted.
This time I was fully out of the seat. I felt the fear rise up my throat.
"You're wasting my time," he ushered the guard from earlier forward.
"No! I didn't do it!" I screamed.
"Just listen, we need to examine the scene further. If there is no evidence you did it, then you're free,"
"Never! I'm not going to jail!" I shouted.
Then I did something I would've never done.
I ran right out of the police station.
I had now marked myself as a fugitive. The police sirens blared. The sun was setting, and the moon was rising. It would be easier to blend in now. My heart pounded, my palms sweaty, my thoughts racing through my head. I was on the run. I had to now literally survive. I couldn't go home, that would be the first place they went. That officer knew something. The way he paused, he must have known that I was telling the truth. Or perhaps he really didn't believe me. I would never kill Mikey. Even if those masked men were placing the device on me and were trying to make me kill him, I wouldn't ever do it. I didn't have it in me. I felt tears streaming down my face.
I wiped them off, then paused. The lights and sirens were long gone, probably at my home by now. I was the only one on the street. Large floating screens featured my face on them. It was that quick. Soon I'd be all over the news.
I pictured my mom's face as she watched the news. The fear in her eyes as they mention my name. I was probably the most wanted fugitive in the entire USA. Okay, maybe the most wanted person in Cleveland. I shook the thoughts out of my head and kept walking. I could hear my feet pounding against the pavement. My shoes were not good for running at all. They were more like skateboarding shoes. I paused to rest my feet and went on.
I was confused as to where I was. I then saw how far I was from the city lights. What used to be a Key Bank building, now the main building, seemed so far now. The moon, artificial as well, was brighter than the sun probably. I rested against the side of the building. I couldn't stay here too long, any wanderer might take me to the station in hopes of a reward. I then remembered my phone. They could track it! I heard of only one way to remove it. It was dangerous, but it was the only way without surgery. You literally cut it out the vein.
I gagged at the thought of me doing that. I would have to hope that they don't track it down first. Never under any circumstances would I ever cut it out of me. I sighed, and looked up at the building. It was a motel. I took a deep breath, and walked inside.
I noticed people just walk by, staring at their phones. Nowadays, nobody cared what anybody did. All they were concerned about was politics, food, and stupid things. They didn't even notice a dead kid, and his traumatized best friend standing right there. I was wrong because one woman stopped to see what was wrong. She put her hands to her mouth. She was in as much shock as I was. She thought that some terrible thing had happened, and for all I knew, she probably thought I was the one who did it. She pulled out her phone and called someone. Obviously the police.
I wanted to run off, but I knew that would send the wrong message. I didn't have time to think of what to do next, because the police filled up the scene. I tried to remember the whole day. Tried to think of anything I did that would anger somebody. But my mind filled with blanks and questions that I would never be able to answer.
The police sort of arrested me. They said that I would need to be questioned. Seemed logical. The paramedics picked Mikey up, put him on a holographic stroller type thing, he was just literally floating in the air. They put him in the ambulance hover car. Then the lights and noises came on, and they disappeared.
I looked at the ambulance as it drove away. I wanted to cry so bad. I wanted to run after that ambulance and never stop until Mikey would jump out and say it was all a prank. But Mikey would never do that. And what I saw was real. It was too real.
Mikey would never crack another joke again, he would never laugh, or smile, or even say hi. His last few moments were terror, terror that I wished upon nobody. He was my best friend, and now he was gone, dead. The police were talking about something, but who could understand a robot?
"What's gonna happen to me?" I asked.
No answer. Obviously, they'll let the talking go to the human officers. Unless robots took over police stations.
The drive over to the office was agonizing, and felt like forever. Even though it only took a few minutes. I played over the events in my mind, trying to figure out a way to explain everything to the police. How would they believe such a wild story like that though? Mikey had his heart stopped! Nobody known as of now can do that without doing some extreme stuff to your heart! A small device would be ridiculous!
When we arrived at the station, I looked at it. Long and hard. It was long, tall, and enormous. Security guards scanned my wrist. They also scanned the robots' serial numbers. After letting us in, the guards locked the doors with a loud thud.
We came upon a large cell. I knew that I was now officially in jail. There was a man, not a robot thank goodness, sitting down at a wooden desk. The officers threw me down into the chair.
"Good afternoon," the officer said.
"Uh, hi," I replied nervously.
I felt my palms become sweaty.
"You were brought here because of some events that have just recently occurred, are we clear?" He asked.
"Yes sir," I said shakily.
"Good now, explain to me your whole day," the officer demanded.
"It started off normally. I woke up for school. Did my morning routine, then went to the subway. I got to school, went through my last day there, and caught up with my best friend Mikey. We had gone to some stores, and there were two men who were following us everywhere we went. Eventually they backed us into an alley, killed Mikey, and left me standing. They warned me that if I spoke of what just happened, I'd be next," I explained.
"Hmm, what did these men look like?"
"Tall, creepy, the usual. They were wearing black on black, like everything was black. They had on some sort of mask to cover their faces I guess," I said.
"Now, how tall do you estimate they were?" He asked.
"I dunno, six seven maybe?" I guessed.
"How did they kill Mikey?"
"They," I hesitated, "They just walked up to him. Then one of them placed some weird heart shaped thing on him. Then they backed up, took out a button and he pressed it. Mikey just dropped to the ground. They stopped his heart."
The officer stared at me for a few minutes.
"That isn't possible,"
"Why?!" I felt the fear from earlier come again.
"Those devices don't exist," the officer spat.
"Maybe you've never seen them!"
"Maybe I have record of every weapon put in civilian hands," the officer narrowed his eyes at me.
I noticed I had half sat up in my chair, so I fully sat down.
"I know every weapon ever as well, those don't exist,"
"Yeah, well they could've smuggled them here," I mumbled.
"Not possible. We could track them down if they did," the officer stated firmly.
"I know what I saw, I'm not stupid," I said.
"Or maybe you did it,"
"What?!" I shouted.
This time I was fully out of the seat. I felt the fear rise up my throat.
"You're wasting my time," he ushered the guard from earlier forward.
"No! I didn't do it!" I screamed.
"Just listen, we need to examine the scene further. If there is no evidence you did it, then you're free,"
"Never! I'm not going to jail!" I shouted.
Then I did something I would've never done.
I ran right out of the police station.
I had now marked myself as a fugitive. The police sirens blared. The sun was setting, and the moon was rising. It would be easier to blend in now. My heart pounded, my palms sweaty, my thoughts racing through my head. I was on the run. I had to now literally survive. I couldn't go home, that would be the first place they went. That officer knew something. The way he paused, he must have known that I was telling the truth. Or perhaps he really didn't believe me. I would never kill Mikey. Even if those masked men were placing the device on me and were trying to make me kill him, I wouldn't ever do it. I didn't have it in me. I felt tears streaming down my face.
I wiped them off, then paused. The lights and sirens were long gone, probably at my home by now. I was the only one on the street. Large floating screens featured my face on them. It was that quick. Soon I'd be all over the news.
I pictured my mom's face as she watched the news. The fear in her eyes as they mention my name. I was probably the most wanted fugitive in the entire USA. Okay, maybe the most wanted person in Cleveland. I shook the thoughts out of my head and kept walking. I could hear my feet pounding against the pavement. My shoes were not good for running at all. They were more like skateboarding shoes. I paused to rest my feet and went on.
I was confused as to where I was. I then saw how far I was from the city lights. What used to be a Key Bank building, now the main building, seemed so far now. The moon, artificial as well, was brighter than the sun probably. I rested against the side of the building. I couldn't stay here too long, any wanderer might take me to the station in hopes of a reward. I then remembered my phone. They could track it! I heard of only one way to remove it. It was dangerous, but it was the only way without surgery. You literally cut it out the vein.
I gagged at the thought of me doing that. I would have to hope that they don't track it down first. Never under any circumstances would I ever cut it out of me. I sighed, and looked up at the building. It was a motel. I took a deep breath, and walked inside.
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