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Post by -Axael- on Apr 3, 2006 17:06:28 GMT -5
((For me and Flame))
The cool night air gently blows through the dark forest. Thick mist weaves its way between the trees and leaves above, hiding a host of slumbering creatures and providing cover for nocturnal predators. Nature seemed to be enjoying its harmony but this balance was short lived.
A loud crack and a bright light. A red glow illuminated the dark sky as a flare is launched into the air. Sounds of dogs barking and the haphazard movements of flashlights all over signalled a man hunt. Who was the hunted? A criminal?
"Find that boy!"
The voice echoed through the night as the footsteps increased in speed and frequency. The pursuing mob changed their pace into an all out sprint, trying to find the escapee.
About half a mile ahead a dark shape is seen running for dear life. An out of breath 15 year old boy stumbles and falls but picks himself up and continues on his way, freedom seems too close to just give up now.
He weaves his way through the trees, up and over a fallen log and rests behind a mound of dirt. His appearance seems out of place in this small town; jet black jeans and a black long sleved T-shirt. The shirt swung loosely on his torso, about two sizes too big and evident by the size of the massive sleeves which reveal only a few finger tips when his arms hang at his side. Grey sneakers and metallic wristbands, each keeeping hold of a small amount of chain, completed his strange costume along with a faded, grey, picture of a dragon on his back.
The lights coming far too close now he rose and dashed frantically in a bid to escape. He had to keep as much distance as possible between himself and his pursuers while he clung to the hope of relief from that place. A single beam hit the back of his neck revealing a bar code and an odd arrangement of letters and numbers beneath. ES-1628, his name as he had come to know it. Having been called that since birth, he never questioned his name since there were so many worse than his. Expermental Subject 1628 didnt sound so bad anyway.
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Post by PunkxAssxTeenager on Apr 3, 2006 17:19:20 GMT -5
Hearing the ruckus outside a girl about 14 or so snapped her head up from the book she was reading.
What in the Subaudible's name was that?
Quietly she stood and went to the window, the small pool of light she had been reading by, behind her. A boy, about her age, raced past, followed by a team of the Inaudible's minions.
"Wha-?" The girl murmured, laying her book down. Quietly, she crept out the back door and into a small alley to get closer.
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Post by -Axael- on Apr 3, 2006 17:32:04 GMT -5
The boy ran fast as he could and stumbled once again. This time he didnt get up. His ankle twisted, he screamed in pain which he knew was possibly the worst idea ever.
The crowd gaining with every second, he struggled and crawled desperately to get to the water, his only hope. Just a few feet away from salvation, his hopes were snatched away. Dogs rushed in and grabbed his floppy sleeves and flashed their heads wildly to force him into submission, followed closely by their human counterparts who slowed upon their approach upon viewing the struggling boy.
"Another failed attempt ES-1628," called a shady male figure. "How foolish."
Tears streamed down the boy's face as he realised that his hopes were crushed yet again. This time by a mere fall. He submitted and hung his head, letting the dogs have their way with his almost shredded garments. He would certainly be dragged back to the institute and punished....again....
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Post by PunkxAssxTeenager on Apr 3, 2006 17:35:27 GMT -5
The girl stood there in uttermost shock as the boy fell then was attacked. When he started to be pulled back she surprised herself by crying out.
"Leave him the hell alone!" She shouted angrily. She had always hated it when humans mistreated others.
Walking out from the alley she looked for a weapon and found a rusted metal dumpter. Yanking off a metal post she stepped out of the alley.
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Post by -Axael- on Apr 3, 2006 17:46:21 GMT -5
1628's eyes opened at the sound of a voice. A girl? He lifted his head to get a look at his would be savior and saw only an outline off in the distance. He didnt know what it was that she intended to do but this wasnt a situation that could be taken lightly.
"What do you want kid?" a random voice asked from the dark. "This is no place for children and this doesnt concern you."
Two dogs released his shredded sleeves and charged towards the innocent girl with intense fury; their excitement getting the better of them.
"Stop It!!" called one of the pursuers but far too late. The canines had long gone out of earshot and galloped frantically towards their chosen target.
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Post by PunkxAssxTeenager on Apr 3, 2006 17:54:04 GMT -5
The girl shrieked and stumbled backwards into the darkness of the alley. She spun, thinking the Subaudible that her uncle taught her more than to hold alcohol, and striked one canine in the middle of the eyes. The other one got to her and she went down with a startled yelp. She struggled with the canine fearfully.
Why did I have to be so stupid?
Was the last thing she thought before knocking her head on the corner of the dumpster.
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Post by -Axael- on Apr 3, 2006 18:06:21 GMT -5
His head hung once more but this time with a smile.
"dumb girl.." he whispered under his voice after being grabbed and flung over someone's back.
"Aw d**nit. We cant leave her like this."
Two of the hidden strangers ran over and pushed the dogs away then lifted the girl in arms.
"Taylor wont be happy with this, but we better take her back to the institute as well. If nothign else, he's got another subject to play with."
The crowd started back the way they came, bringing back their escapee and a new addition to the family. Perhaps that trouble making 1628 would have someone to play with and keep him from causing chaos again. If they were lucky.
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Post by PunkxAssxTeenager on Apr 3, 2006 18:09:40 GMT -5
The girl groaned, but didn't open her eyes...
"Wha-?" She started then cut herself off, eyes snapping open. She didn't stay out long, due to being used to hitting her head. Clumsy ditz...
She opened her eyes and immediatley shutting them, wanting what she saw to not be true. Please, please, please say it was a dream. Opening her eyes she saw the truth. Her. Being stupid. Got herself kidnapped. Great. Just great!!! All she wanted was to have a little peace and quiet!!!
The girl started to sob at the lost quiet and comfort of her shack.
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Post by -Axael- on Apr 3, 2006 18:35:46 GMT -5
It didnt take long before they were back at the instutute. A 200 acre stretch of land with a giant mansion in the centre. The house, deceptive as a snake, hid its true evils underground where all the other subjects were kept. A large subterranean structure containing multiple dorms and holding cells. All run by a man known only as Taylor, a psychic.
"Get in there!" a man growled harshly, tossing 1628 onto the ground. "Your more trouble than your worth."
He turned and started down a corridor with the girl to present her to their leader. 1628 charged at the man but was thrown back by the barrier that had risen to keep him in.
"Home sweet home", he said glaring at the back of the man. What were they planning to do with her anyway?
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Post by PunkxAssxTeenager on Apr 3, 2006 18:42:12 GMT -5
The girl had stopped her sobbing and was silently sitting in the man's arms, wondering.
What's going to happen to me? YOU'LL BE RAPED!NOO!! I'm to young to have my virginity taken brutally! What if he's hot? Doesn't matter...does it?
Blinking she looked up again at the man holding her. Attempting a sad, puppy dog face that pleaded 'let me go, pweddy pwease?' Her dark brown eyes got big and watery, while she stuck out her bottom lip. Her skin was pale under the lighting and she was getting cold and uncomfortable in the blue tshirt and black gym shorts she was in...Her long brown hair, with red tips ^.^, kept getting in her face.
"Pleeeeeeeeease!!!!!! Let me go! I'll be nice! Really! My bark is much much worse than my bite!" Her tone was whiny and childish...
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Post by -Axael- on Apr 3, 2006 18:53:33 GMT -5
"Quiet you!" said the nameless stranger. "Taylor needs to know of your arrival."
His pace slowed to a stop when he approached a large door. He wrapped his large fingers around the handle and pushed the wooden door open to enter what seemed more like an office than a mad scientist's lair. A red rug with intricate designs coverred the ground from wall to wall and various furniture spread around the room as expected.
Across the room a swivel chair spun aroudn to reveal a man dressed all in white and clasping a fist just below his chin. His dismal eyes descended from the ceiling onto the inocent girl and with a wave of his hand the brute dropped her like a weight. He then turned and exitted the room before the man spoke.
"What number are you?"
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Post by PunkxAssxTeenager on Apr 3, 2006 19:06:12 GMT -5
The girl whimpered poutingly as she was dropped, but then stood as dignified as one could in her pjs...
"Number? If you want to go out with me just ask." She scoffed and turned to leave, obviously not comfortable.
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Post by -Axael- on Apr 3, 2006 19:14:00 GMT -5
Taylor's eyes narrowed at the girls departing body and the door before her slammed shut.
"No. I was asking what subject number you have."
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Post by PunkxAssxTeenager on Apr 3, 2006 19:15:54 GMT -5
Ok..He..Just slammed...Thy door...In...MY FACE! The girl spun around angry, but calm.
"I am no subject, therefore no number!" She spat at him, standing there with her arms crossed, chest heaving to not beat the bloody heck out of him then and there...not that she would succeed....
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Post by -Axael- on Apr 3, 2006 19:21:26 GMT -5
His hand went up and her liquid attack stopped and hovered in mid air.
"Well then. I guess we'll have to change that wont we?"
He rose from his chair and walked over to where the girl was, followed by her saliva which just fell on the rug before her.
"Dont worry about that, I'll have 1628 clean it up."
He walked towards the door which seemed to open by his presence only and closed behind him. Who knows what his intentions were.
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