Introduction
What am I?
You wake up one morning in a room so white that it's almost blinding. Everything, white. The beds, the sheets, the floors, the walls. The place reeks of preservatives and something else...something strange that makes your blood curdle and the hair on your arms stand on end, though you don't exactly know what it is.
You feel strange, though you can't pinpoint why, you just feel different. Slowly, you stand up and walk over to the only thing in the room that isn't white, and large, fancy mirror. Your eyes strain to see your face in the glass over the blinding white of the room, and when you finally see it, you scream. It's strange, you can hear an echo of screams around you, but in different voices, male and female, and different ages, too, though at the moment, that doesn't exactly matter.
The face staring back at you was once yours, but it has changed, though you don't know how, you don't know where the scream came from, shock? Or something else? Perhaps it is an omen of things to come?
You run out the door of your room and run into a person in a lab coat. They smile at you with a strange, twisted smile. "You're awake, good. It's time for you to meet your father."
Scared and confused, you follow the person through a series of doors, more than you can count, and then, you reach a room. It's too dark in the room to see, but you know someone is there, a man, for his shadow is large and broad. You are ordered to sit down, so you do.
"Hello my chid." The man says.
You sit there, shivering, though not from the cold, and manage to ask, "who are you?"
The man chuckles, "Don't you remember who I am?" He asks, "no, I don't suppose you remember anything do you."
"Of course I do!" You retort.
You hear him sit back in his chair, "Oh? Then what is your name?" He challenges.
You strain to remember, but it is as if your mind is a blank sheet of paper. You suddenly become terrified, and try to remember other things, anything, but there is nothing. You begin to panic and stand up out of the chair, only to be pushed down by two large pairs of hands.
"What is your name?" He repeats, he sounds amused by this.
Your eyes dart around the room, frantically. "I...I don't know." You answer.
"Don't worry, you'll get a new name soon enough." He sits forward, and a large hand emerges from the darkness, you reluctantly take it and the two of you shake hands, "you can call me Father."
* * *
It's been a week living at the mansion at the beach, all alone, only having the people in the lab coats to talk to. They've been doing tests on you and giving you daily check ups. You haven't seen Father since the day you woke up.
You were approached by a man in a lab coat and he instructs you to follow him. You walk with him back to the dark room and sit down, but something is different. This time, it's not just you and father, but you can hear others sitting in the room as well, some moving about nervously, white some sat still, the only proof that they were there was the fact that you could hear them breathing.
"Hello my children." Father spoke, "I'd like to let you in on something."
You sit and wait for him to continue.
"You are my creations. I pulled you out of your old lives, because you have done something terrible. I saved you from a life of guilt, trauma, jail, and for some of you, I saved you from being executed. I have taken you and molded you into my weapons. You each have a power, and you each must use your powers for me. You are my super weapons."
You hear gasps from some people in the room, and you hear one guy stand up. He resists the people in lab coats like they are nothing, "I will not do anyone's dirty work!" He shouts, more people in lab coats go after him, and you can hear a struggle, and then silence.
More gasps and panicked whispers.
"I apologize for that." Father continues, you can hear the boy's body being dragged out of the room, "but that is what happens when you disobey me. That boy was broken. And broken beings don't deserve life."
He stands up and you hear him pacing, "you will each be partnered up with someone and be sent to the training rooms upstairs. There are others like you, you know, earlier experiments who were successful as well, they are the ones who have accepted their fate, like you soon will. They will be your instructors." He stopped, "Your lessons that will teach you to control your powers begin tomorrow morning. You may explore the building for the time being, make friends, etcetera etcetera. You are allowed anywhere in the mansion, except for the top floor. That is my lab. You will continue with your daily checkups and tests, only they will be after your lessons. Your partner will be assigned tomorrow, and when they are assigned, you must stay with them at all times, your instructor will also be assigned tomorrow. Don't worry about eating or sleeping, you don't have to, though, if it brings you comfort, go ahead and sleep. You are dismissed." You stand up, and turn to walk out the door, and you hear the others do so as well.
"Also," Father added, "don't try to resist me, it's a lot easier for all of us to just do as I say."
Other Things You May Want To Know
-You may play as an Experiment or an Instructor. The Instructors are, for the most part, emotionless, they have been drained of all emotion after their lives in Father's Mansion. Some Instructors are entirely devoted to Father, while others have been plotting against him since their Rebirth.-
-No one has ever seen Father's face, though, there are some who believe that he is Satan himself-
-You and your assigned partner must stay together at all times, your rooms are even connected by a glass door in the middle.-
-You can try to escape, but it won't work.-
-You have all been genetically enhanced so that you each have a special ability, though they have not been activated yet, they will be activated once you begin lessons. This includes the instructors, they have a power as well, though they can use it freely, they also have the ability to unlock others powers.-
-You have done something incredibly terrible in your past life, that thing that you did is the only thing that you remember. This goes for Instructors as well.-
-You don't remember anything, not even your own name, the people in lab coats give you number code names, this number is tattooed on the back of your neck. Though, you make up a nickname that the Experiments and Instructors call you. This goes for Instructors as well.-
-Father will give you your first mission after a few days of training, you must do it, or else he will deem you to be a broken experiment, and Will exterminate you. Instructors must supervise, but cannot intervene under ANY circumstances.-
-By the way, did I mention that your partner is also your soulmate? You two were built for each other, whether you like them or not!-
(I may add more)
Characters
Guess-
Role: Female Experiment
Age: 17
Power is: Giving others pain with the power of her mind.
Played by MirrorMirror1498
Status: Alive
Number Code: 9037100
Hunger-
Role: Male Experiment
Age: 18
Power is: Control over fire.
Played by badboyej
Status: Alive
Number Code: 5738900
Role: Female Experiment
Age: 15
Power is: Able to turn invisible.
Played by Reianna
Status: Dead
Number Code: 1615400
Role: Male Experiment
Age: 17
Power is: Ability to create illusions of others worst nightmare with the power of his mind.
Played by Spectrum
Status: Dead
Number Code: 2524500
Role: Female Experiment
Age: 14
Power is: Able to animate inanimate objects and make them work for her (such as dolls and other things)
Played by Ceur'Caelesetos
Status: Dead
Number Code: 6791250
Role: Male Experiment
Age: 15
Power is: Shadow manipulation to the point of allowing shadows to possess people.
Played by lilwolfygurl
Status:Dead
Number Code: 3795900
Supernova-
Role: New Female Experiment
Age: 17
Power is: Ability to cause things to explode with the power of her mind.
Played by bananaramma
Status: Alive
Number Code: 1928300
Prodigy-
Role: New Male Experiment
Age: 18
Power is: The power to gain skills, knowledge, and abilities of others.
Played by RoxUrSox
Status: Awaiting Arrival
Number Code: 1675300
Wake-
Role: New Female Experiment
Age: 19
Power is: She has taken Gunslinger's ability to animate things.
Played by emotionless
Status: Awaiting Arrival
Number Code: 1234500
Jinx-
Role: New Male Experiment
Age: 17
Power is: Taken Gore's ability to give people illusions.
Played by ChildofNone
Status: Awaiting Arrival
Number Code: 1425900
Mara-
Role: Female Instructor 1
Age: 16
Power is: Shapeshifter
Played by Slightly Insane
Status: Alive
Number Code: 2575700.
Haze-
Role: Male Instructor 1
Age: 19
Power is: Being able to paralyze someone with the power of his mind.
Played by Lovely Spade
Status: Alive
Number Code: 3506000
Ghost-
Role: Female Instructor 2
Age: 15
Power is: Ability to phase through objects.
Played by RainWish
Status: Alive
Number Code: 1928300
Flaw-
Role: Male Soulmate 1
Age: 17
Power is: Ability to make him look like someone else.
Played by JokerofSpades
Status: Escaped/ Alive
Number Code:0000000
Ink-
Role: Female Soulmate 2
Age: 18
Power is: She can numb someone else's senses.
Played by ChildOfNone
Status: Escaped/ Alive
Number Code:0000000
Torrent-
Role: Male Soulmate 3
Age: 16
Power is: Ability to transport.
Played by X-Striker
Status: Escaped/ Alive
Number Code:0000000
Completed!
Mission #1- Guess. Supervised by Haze.
"We've lost too many Experiments, and I am not happy. Olive has gotten broken, and there are two who are scheduled for extermination. I am so disappointed, did you not understand my word is law, I do not go easy on my children, and with the return of the escaped broken experiments I'll be stricter than ever. My first Mission for you, my children goes to Guess. I do not want to leave Hunger with no love, so, I promise to build him a new one, but first, we need the test subject, yes? Guess, I need you to go out and collect a girl for me. Haze will watch your every move and make sure you don't do anything stupid. You will leave after your body tests tonight. I do wish you good luck, attached is the girl's records:
#1928300"
~Father
Mission #1- Guess. Supervised by Haze.
#1928300"
~Father
Mission #2- Hunger. Supervised by Ghost and Mara.
"My children have been disappointing me. The only two Experiments left are Hunger and Guess, now how has that happened? Haven't I made myself clear enough? We need to keep our family large if we are to make a difference in this world! For this reason, I must have Hunger, Ghost, and Mara go out and collect more for those we've lost. Gore. Olive. Puppet. Attached are the three newbies. Be careful, I do not want to lose more of my children.
#1675300
#1234500
#1425900"
~Father
"My children have been disappointing me. The only two Experiments left are Hunger and Guess, now how has that happened? Haven't I made myself clear enough? We need to keep our family large if we are to make a difference in this world! For this reason, I must have Hunger, Ghost, and Mara go out and collect more for those we've lost. Gore. Olive. Puppet. Attached are the three newbies. Be careful, I do not want to lose more of my children.
#1675300
#1234500
#1425900"
~Father
Today's Experiment's Schedule
Training
Break/ Free time
Training
Check Ups/ Free time When you are not in getting your check ups, you may have free time. Meet in the 3rd floor infirmary. Following are the check up schedules. You are expected to arrive at least 15 minutes before and wait in the waiting room provided.
1~ Haze
2~ Guess
3~ Hunger
4~ Ghost
5~ Mara
6~ Supernova
7~ Prodigy
8~ Jinx
9~ Wake
Body Tests/Free Time To save time, these are with your partner. You may sleep or wander when you are not at Tests. These are also held at the infirmary. Here are the test schedules. You are expected to arrive at least 15 minutes before and wait in the waiting room provided.
1~ Haze
2~ Guess and Jinx
3~ Mara
4~ Nova and Hunger
5~ Ghost
6~ Wake and Prodigy
*Instructors are required to, during any free time, keep an eye on their assigned Pairs.
NPC Scientists
Kenji Hegawa
20 years old. Rude, mean, and not easily amused. Main Doctor for Body Tests.
Ryoko Makoto
19 years old. Perverted, cocky, and annoying. Very "touchy feely" with ladies. Main doctor for Check ups.
Sakura Usaki
30 years old. Sweet and kind towards the experiments. She's the girl who tests the blood and things from the Tests.
Suki Miyata
28 years old. Strict and severe with the kids. Her job is to observe the experiments during training.
Sango Tachibana
34 years old. Smart and quiet. She watches the experiments from a distance during free time.
Rory Wanner
19 years old. Kind, but with a dark side, can be snide at times, he sort of wanders around the mansion, but he's very good at fixing things.
Character Skeleton
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[size=150][color=#YOUR HEX CODE][b]Age[/b][/color][/size]
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[size=150][color=#YOUR HEX CODE][b]Number Code[/b][/color][/size]
[size=90]What is the number tattooed on your neck? I will give this to you once you submit your character][/size]
[size=150][color=#YOUR HEX CODE][b]Partner[/b][/color][/size]
[size=90]Who is your soulmate? Edit when told.[/size]
[size=150][color=#YOUR HEX CODE][b]Instructor[/b][/color][/size]
[size=90]Who is your instructor? Edit when told.[/size]
[size=150][color=#YOUR HEX CODE][b]Personality[/b][/color][/size]
[size=90]Put personality here. At least 5 sentences. And I mean big kid sentences, not kindergarten ones.[/size]
[size=150][color=#YOUR HEX CODE][b]Crush/Relationship Status[/b][/color][/size]
[size=90]Put crush here. Edit accordingly.[/size]
[size=150][color=#YOUR HEX CODE][b]Are You Broken?[/b][/color][/size]
[size=90]Are you with Father or against him? Or both?[/size]
[size=150][color=#YOUR HEX CODE][b]Power[/b][/color][/size]
[size=90]Put the power that Father has given you here. You may put other skills here, also.[/size]
[size=150][color=#YOUR HEX CODE][b]Weakness[/b][/color][/size]
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[size=90]Put down appearances that aren't shown in the picture here.[/size]
[size=150][color=#YOUR HEX CODE][b]Crime[/b][/color][/size]
[size=90]What is the big bad thing that you did before you were reborn. Make it juicy, and not something lame.[/size]
[size=150][color=#YOUR HEX CODE][b]Other[/b][/color][/size]
[size=90]Anything Else?[/size]
[size=150][url=LINK TO SONG]Theme Song[/url][/size]
[size=90]Lyrics here[/size]
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Rules
1- No freaking one liners!!! Gosh! Haha. I'm not asking for 50,000,000 words, but give me at least a paragraph
2- I am law!!! Listen to me!!!
3- Make good characters
4- If you're not going to post DON'T JOIN!! I want ACTIVE ROLEPLAYERS
5- Post frequently, AT LEAST 1 post PER DAY
6- Let's keep this PG-13, hey, you can always take it to PM if ya know what I mean ;) JK JK!!!
7- Please don't swear like a sailor, that's not attractive!
8- I am only accepting good characters, so I have the right to not accept your character. Bad characters are one of my pet peeves. For that reason, I am allowing more than one person to reserve a character, then I can choose the best one. If someone reserves, then makes the character, and no one has reserved it in the meantime, and I like it, I will accept the character, and no one else can make that character, then.
9- Only I play Father
10- All reservations go in the OOC
11- Please check the Info page often, I'll be adding things such as missions, partner pairings, the Experiments/Instructors schedules for the day, etc. as the roleplay progresses.
12- If you have any questions, please, don't hesitate to ask me.
13- I am a very easy going person, so, don't be afraid of me, haha.
14- This is character driven, so don't ask me about every little thing, you are old enough to make your own decisions. Although, if you are planning something huge, please discuss it in the OOC.
15- Follow the Character and Posting skeletons.
17- Write the rule number that I skipped in your character sheet so I know you read these.
18- Don't start OOC wars.
19- If I ask you to change something, just change it, it's for the good of the roleplay.
Okay, now that you all know how needy I am, lets have some fun! :D
1- No freaking one liners!!! Gosh! Haha. I'm not asking for 50,000,000 words, but give me at least a paragraph
2- I am law!!! Listen to me!!!
3- Make good characters
4- If you're not going to post DON'T JOIN!! I want ACTIVE ROLEPLAYERS
5- Post frequently, AT LEAST 1 post PER DAY
6- Let's keep this PG-13, hey, you can always take it to PM if ya know what I mean ;) JK JK!!!
7- Please don't swear like a sailor, that's not attractive!
8- I am only accepting good characters, so I have the right to not accept your character. Bad characters are one of my pet peeves. For that reason, I am allowing more than one person to reserve a character, then I can choose the best one. If someone reserves, then makes the character, and no one has reserved it in the meantime, and I like it, I will accept the character, and no one else can make that character, then.
9- Only I play Father
10- All reservations go in the OOC
11- Please check the Info page often, I'll be adding things such as missions, partner pairings, the Experiments/Instructors schedules for the day, etc. as the roleplay progresses.
12- If you have any questions, please, don't hesitate to ask me.
13- I am a very easy going person, so, don't be afraid of me, haha.
14- This is character driven, so don't ask me about every little thing, you are old enough to make your own decisions. Although, if you are planning something huge, please discuss it in the OOC.
15- Follow the Character and Posting skeletons.
17- Write the rule number that I skipped in your character sheet so I know you read these.
18- Don't start OOC wars.
19- If I ask you to change something, just change it, it's for the good of the roleplay.
Okay, now that you all know how needy I am, lets have some fun! :D
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Hunger
"Hello Mr. Hungry, have you found Ghost yet or are you lost?... Don't worry we remember where we left her and if she is like how you say she is she won't be far from there. Why don't you join us instead of just going off by yourself huh? You don't even have to take your shirt off... unless you want to.” A voice called out, which hit once of Hungers' nerves.
"Is this...really happening." He turned back to see such a horrid sight. "Oh great, yeah i'll join you guys. Yeah, i'll just randomly take off my clothes, and act like a random slut who doesn't have a home to go to. Yes because that is totally mature and...What you call, sexy?" He spat towards the ground with disgust, swiftly turning away from the group. "Then theres you. Thinking that you rule the whole world, like your some god...Who can be a pimp at the same time." He paused, noticing Ghost across the street. "Because it's perfectly normal to treat girls like shit. Use them for sex, and nothing more...Because that is all they're good for. People like you, make me sick."
Then Mara began to speak, attempting her foolish try at being mature. "Hunger, go ahead and fetch Ghost. Tell her to help you find Timothy. We'll continue around the city and then retreat back to the mansion. They'll receive their check ups and powers, before meeting Haze and relearning themselves, or what they think they are." Hunger stopped, and glared across the street.
"Ha, yeah you'll totally continue around the city. Yes i can totally beleive you. Being like the whore you are, it wouldn't suprise me if you lot find a random spot, and start fucking each other. You bunch of lost dogs, do whatever you like i could really care less. Enjoy being treated like shit." He didn't care what was said before, since he wasn't paying any attention to it anyways. I swear, all these men just use women for sex...and making them a sandwich. Fuck em' all. By now, Hunger was seriously pissed off.
Suddenly, a old lady appeared with Ghost in her grasp. An old lady? What was Ghost doing with a old lady? What the hell was wrong with everybody today? The simple sight of nude people caused the old lady to rage. "You children should be ashamed of yourself for dressing like that. This is a respectable city and not a place for vigilantes to be flaunting around like they belong in a brothel."
Hunger cut in, saying his peace. "Amen to that...Amen!"
Then the old lady continued with a question. "Is this child yours?"
"Yeah...I guess so...Which is pretty hard to beleive, i know it's shocking."
Her sight trailed over to the male and Mara's nudeness. "I suggest you take better care of the poor dear. She was scared mute!"
"The way they're acting, you would think that they would need looking after. I'm sorry [b]Young lady[b] but these people just have...How i say it... Erm, problems? I am sorry for the trouble they have caused, and if they have effected your..." He turned towards the group. "Yeah..."
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Well Hunger, you are a homeless slut... she thought to herself as Hunger spoke. "Ha, yeah you'll totally continue around the city. Yes I can totally believe you. Being like the whore you are, it wouldn't surprise me if you lot find a random spot, and start fucking each other. You bunch of lost dogs, do whatever you like I could really care less. Enjoy being treated like shit." Mara's mouth fell open. Had he really just said that to her? Had he not heard the whole 'life does not equal sex' speeh she'd just given the newbies? "You wanna know who treats us like that? Of course you don't because you don't think. He saved you and repays you by letting you kill your 'soulmate' and abducting people. And for your information I have never-"
"You children should be ashamed of yourself for dressing like that. This is a respectable city and not a place for vigilantes to be flaunting around like they belong in a brothel." The purple haired girl turned to look at a random old lady who was walking with Ghost. Mara facepalmed. Only Ghost.... "You're just jealous that I'm not all flabby like you," she commented to the lady, ignoring Hunger's two cents. "And yeah, I'm sixteen and had a child when I was two years old. Thanks for bringing her back. She's not mute, she's just stupid."
"The way they're acting, you would think that they would need looking after. I'm sorry young lady but these people just have...How I say it... Erm, problems? I am sorry for the trouble they have caused, and if they have effected your... Yeah..." Mara groaned, ready to bang her head against the nearest brick wall. "Don't try and act civilized Hunger. You don't even know your own name. And you have problems too. If you're God, then please, allow me to apologize for your language and actions."
She removed Lucien's arm from around her and stepped toward the lady. "I could be naked right now, but thanks to that thing-" she pointed at Lucien "-I am not. Just don't ask. Now please give me back my doll- er, kid. I'm trying to teach her well but she has issues with running off and doing nothing." She looked at Ghost and hold out her hand, trying to play the motherly type. Which is why I'm only half dressed and this lady will probably report me to the nearest authority.
The lady still looked unsure of her. If that was the case, she was in for a not so pleasant surprise. "Oh yeah, and I'm probably older than you." Not sure of whether Ghost had accepted her hand or not, she looked down at her. "We need to find Timothy. Take Hunger to find him while I take these two... home." Home? What was home anymore? The word felt strange on her tongue. They'd been here too long was why. Too many pervs, too many observers and witnesses. They needed to leave quickly.
"You look familiar," the woman commented. "Have I met you disgraced children before?" Her eyes examined Mara, noting the burn marks on her. Mara only glared back, wondering if she really did know this woman. She had no recollection of her though, so what would be the point in racking her mind for an answer?
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"Is this...really happening." Hunger turned back to see such a horrid sight.
"Oh great, yeah i'll join you guys. Yeah, i'll just randomly take off my clothes, and act like a random slut who doesn't have a home to go to. Yes because that is totally mature and...What you call, sexy. Then there’s you. Thinking that you rule the whole world, like your some god...Who can be a pimp at the same time." He paused
"Because it's perfectly normal to treat girls like shit. Use them for sex, and nothing more...Because that is all they're good for. People like you, make me sick."
"Ha, yeah you'll totally continue around the city. Yes i can totally beleive you. Being like the whore you are, it wouldn't surprise me if you lot find a random spot, and start fucking each other. You bunch of lost dogs, do whatever you like i could really care less. Enjoy being treated like shit. The way they're acting, you would think that they would need looking after. I'm sorry [b]Young lady[b] but these people just have...How i say it... Erm, problems? I am sorry for the trouble they have caused, and if they have affected your…Yeah..." he said
Dallas listened quietly as she was scolded for Lucien and Mara’s Sexual stupidity by Hunger, her only friend in her supposed new life. She felt something…something inside her snap a little more….and she started crying again. Silent, little tears, that made her feel weak.
She did what she did best, slunk into the background. She slid away from the group quietly and easily. No one would notice she was gone any ways. She was like the man in the paper who had been dead at his desk for 5 days before anyone noticed him. She slipped down an alley and began walking, not caring where she was headed, her thoughts on what she could possibly do next. She would be a wanted fugitive in a few days, and those people would no doubt come after her….she really had nothing to do with herself…. She knew she had gotten quiet far because her legs where starting to hurt by the time she looked up, her vision blurred by tears.
“Hey there pretty lady….” A voice murmured from behind her. She glanced back over her shoulder but didn’t stop walking.
“Hey, im talking to you slut! What? We aren’t good enough for you?” He said as he and a few others caught up with her.
“No, im busy.” Was her curt reply as he put a hand on her shoulder and pulled her to a stop, as well as around to face him.
“Well get unbusy because I have a proposition for you.” The guy said with a grin, showing his yellow brown teeth. Dallas finally gave the guy a good once over. He had a do-rag covering his long greasy hair, and pants that hung loosely off his hips. Other than that that’s all he wore. She was disgusted with how gangly and lanky and dirty he was and she guessed it must have shown on her face.
“What’s the matter sweet heart?” he said though his voice held anger as he pushed her against an alley wall.
“Im not interested” She said, her voice monotone. She saw the fury flare on his face and she only had a moment to wonder if she had a chance at saving herself…or if she even wanted to.
“Well let me help you be interested!” he growled and back handed her. Dallas saw stars but said nothing. If she was going to die, she wasn’t going to go sniveling and winpering like the girls she had killed.
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Lucien Prince
Mara had continually jabbed Lucien whenever he would make a perverted remark, something he found quite fun. Hunger had then called out saying,
"Is this...really happening... Oh great, yeah I'll join you guys. Yeah, I'll just randomly take off my clothes, and act like a random slut who doesn't have a home to go to. Yes because that is totally mature and...What you call, sexy?" Lucien didn't know what he did to cause such hostility, he was just having fun. Mara was right... total buzz kill, he thought. Hunger then directed his comments towards Lucien, saying, "Then there's you. Thinking that you rule the whole world, like your some god...Who can be a pimp at the same time." He paused, noticing Ghost across the street. "Because it's perfectly normal to treat girls like shit. Use them for sex, and nothing more...Because that is all they're good for. People like you, make me sick." Remarks like those cause Lucien's temper to burst. Sure Lucien was lecherous but he didn't treat women badly, he treated all of them to the best of his abilities. He is a Sociopath and is not great with maintaining romantic relationships, it's not a lack for trying he naturally can not do it. As such Lucien doesn't get romantically involved with anyone since he knows that he can not satisfy the women's needs of a healthy romantic relationship. He gives all he can and that is his; attention, time, money, respect, and his body. Lucien knows that others do not understand this but he doesn't need them to, he won't explain himself just to satisfy someones own needs. Hunger then continued to talk, saying, ""Ha, yeah you'll totally continue around the city. Yes i can totally believe you. Being like the whore you are, it wouldn't surprise me if you lot find a random spot, and start fucking each other. You bunch of lost dogs, do whatever you like i could really care less. Enjoy being treated like shit."
Notably feed up with Hunger's ranting Lucien called out to him saying, "I may be the Lecher Prince and what you say about me is mostly true... I am a lecherous man, I love women, there is no crime in that. You say I act like a "God" and "Pimp" but I do no such thing... if you believe me to be so that is your opinion but I do nothing to support such a facade, nor do I want one. I am confident in myself, I am egotistical and I in fact do love myself, is that wrong? ...I do not force any women to do anything they do not wish to do... they look for it. Whatever it is they want and it is in my power to give them it... I will do so. And if that thing happens to be my own body, fine. I am a Prince... and even though I may not be a gentleman, I respect women... And that is more so then what I can say about you." Mara had also openly spoken of her disgust of the way Hunger had spoken towards her, Lucien couldn't blame her. Lucien's halo is severely tarnished and he knew that, but he would never say such hateful words to someone. Hunger is obviously easily influenced by his own emotions and temper... something I am not prone to. It is a weakness and will hurt him one day... even if he does not know it.
Lucien had then noticed Ghost standing next to them with an elderly lady. Oh boy... If I didn't know any better I would say that this old lady is revving herself up for a lecture. And indeed, she was. "You children should be ashamed of yourself for dressing like that. This is a respectable city and not a place for vigilantes to be flaunting around like they belong in a brothel. Is this child yours? ...I suggest you take better care of the poor dear. She was scared mute!" Lucien thought this women's thinking was completely irrational, neither Mara or Lucien could have a child as old as Ghost but he found the topic quite funny. Mara had given her own two cents to the women, she had even went with the idea of having Ghost as our child. Completely ignoring Hunger's words to the women Lucien said, "I apologize for my wife's harsh words, she did not mean to act so harshly it's just..." Leaning towards the elder women's ear he said, "...She's having her monthly... if you know what I mean." Leaning back he then said, "I am also humbly sorry for our appearance at this moment, there is a reasonable explanation for this. Having a child at such a young age me and my wife Mara were unable to get a proper education to support our daughter. As such life is very hard for us... I have to work three jobs to support us. You see this week I was in charge of the laundry and I had just taken our clothes to the laundromats. The thing is I didn't know that my wife had no more clothes when I had taken the laundry, I then gave her the shirt and hoodie off of my back because all my clothes were also in the laundry. We didn't want to leave the house in such a state but we both needed to meet with our daughter's teachers today and we couldn't reschedule. After that our daughter had gone missing and we have been looking for her ever since... we didn't have the time to get our clothes... My deepest apologizes my dear, and thank you for finding our daughter."
With Mara dealing with Ghost, Lucien had just noticed that Dallas had gone missing. "Sweetheart I am going to try and find aunty Dallas... she would of course want to hear the good news of finding our daughter." Lucien then picked up and hugged Ghost, kissing Mara on the cheek at the same time. Placing Ghost down Lucien then headed to a nearby alley. Looking into the alley Lucien saw several men bothering Dallas, one had even hit her. The group's intentions were quite clear but they had messed with the wrong girl that day. Lucien began to run towards the group of men with his hand in his pocket. One of the guys shouted, "Boss... some dude is coming." The figure of a gangly dirty man then looked towards Lucien, the figure's were armed with several blunt weapons, such as; baseball bats, tire irons, and knuckledusters. All of the group save the leader had started to head towards Lucien with their weapons in hand. One had reached Lucien and had swung at him with a metal baseball bat. Dodging the attack Lucien then pulled out of his pocket a combat knife, stabbing the assailant in the stomach. As the man fell Lucien grinning towards the other men, holding the knife his hand charged towards the men. In the alley they tried to subdue Lucien, but he instead cut down each one who tried to kill him. Now with countless injured men bleeding on the alley floor their leader began to run towards the other end of the alley. Smiling and wiping the blood from his face Lucien threw his knife towards the leader. The knife pierced the man's head, killing him almost instantly.
Lucien ran towards Dallas, his body covered in fresh blood looking down at Dallas. He then picked her up, carrying her in his arms. "You know next time you should warn someone before going into a dark alley... you never know what kind of dangers may lurk in the darkness." He noticed that Dallas had been crying, the hit she had received was now slightly bruised. "You know we just met but I think you and me are going to get along just fine... Don't cry, if you cry too much you will no longer have anymore tears... all that will be left is blood. I know that personally." Looking down at Dallas he couldn't help but want to protect her. "I don't look like the kind of guy to cry now do I? But I did... I use to cry all the time. But the sad stories can wait... Cmon be a little happier, I just saved your ass... literally. Let's go play some of those games you were talking about when we get to that mansion Mara was talking about... Dallas... isn't that a city?" Carrying her in his arms, Lucien continued until he was back in front of the group.
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Ghost watched blankly as everything occurred around her, words entering one ear and then quickly falling out of the other. Her mind was dizzy, knowing full well that she had over-spent her powers in trying to protect Lucien. She would need to have her check-up early today. Immediately. But for now, it would need to wait. She had not completed Father's order yet. Above all, his orders came first.
Ghost's hand transferred from the women's hand to Mara's somewhere inside the conversation. She heard the dull hum of Mara's voice reminding her of Father's order to find Timothy and to continue with Hunger as the rest of the group returned to the mansion. Ghost nodded, her eyes cast to the ground half closed as Lucien began to speak. "Sweetheart I am going to try and find aunty Dallas... she would of course want to hear the good news of finding our daughter."
Ghost's head snapped up, her steal gaze looking to Lucien in an unblinking stare. Slowly her fists curled into neat balls of porcelain. "Not Father," she whispered, her voice weak so that no one could hear her. Ghost stiffened as Lucien hugged her, her eyes wide in ... Anger? Was this even possible for the doll child?
She stepped back from Lucien quickly, bumping into Hunger softly. The women coughed loudly and looked at Ghost again. "Are you okay dear?" Ghost did not respond for a moment causing the women to worry. "Dear?"
"Go," Ghost said, her voice still monotone, but sharp. "Go, you are not needed here. Father has no need for you so leave." The woman blinked, aware that Ghost, although still small and petite, has somehow aged slightly.
"Alright dear, just take care of yourself," the woman said sliding away, not wanting anything to do with the strange children any more.
Ghost looked to the ally where Lucien disappeared only to see him reappear with Dallas in his arms. The blood did not disturb Ghost, but something clearly did as she stepped before him, her steal eyes clouded in a cross between emotionless and anger. "You are not Father. You are an experiment and must obey his rules. Rule One is to obey Father and do not challenge Father." Ghost dropped her gaze as her hands began to tug on her snowy braids, as if afraid to continue speaking, as if afraid for a punishment. Unconsciously, she began to pull harder until the pain screamed inside her scalp. Still, she did not stop. "There is only one Father. . . There is only one Papa."
Ghost's lashed fluttered closed, a single tear racing down her cheek.. Her confusion with the word Father and Papa was unusual for Ghost. It remained from her only memory of her "death."
Papa, Papa no! Stop Papa, I love you. Please Papa, I will do better next time, I promise. I promise, Papa, please! I love you . . .
Those words rattled inside her mind, spoken from her own lips at one time, but everything else from her past life was shaded in darkness. She could not remember what her "crime" had been exactly, or even if she had committed a crime... Well, of course she had to be here. All she know, was that she had disobeyed Papa, and that it could never happen again. She would follow Father until her death. Then... he would love her.
Ghost turned from the Lecher, her gaze soft as her anger dissolved back to wherever her emotions were locked inside her. The doll's head turned toward Hunger speaking slowly as if word formation had become difficult before walking off to where the orphanage was located: "We go now. Father is waiting."
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"I apologize for my wife's harsh words, she did not mean to act so harshly it's just...She's having her monthly... if you know what I mean." Mara gave a dumbfounded look at Lucien before the chaos continued on. She'd rather marry Flaw than this... jerk. Well, actually if he always walked around shirtless she would possibly reconsider. But nevertheless, she didn't like where this was going. And she was completely right. The woman was stupid enough to think that she'd actually had a kid with Lucien, and she probably also thought that the whole laundry thing was plausible too. Mara was smart enough to not walk into a school half naked. She didn't want the poor little children to be scarred for life!
Lucien soon left, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek before he did. She blushed a bit and looked down at Ghost to hide her emotions from Hunger. She didn't need any more weaknesses. Speaking of which, she had no idea where he had even gone. Of course, my eyesight decides to get worse when I need it! She looked down at Ghost and then at the woman. "Thank... you," Mara choked out as the lady left. She wasn't used to using kind words.
She looked at Ghost, who was speaking of Father in a way Mara had never heard. Papa? "Ghost, we need Timothy first. He's near by isn't he? You and Hunger are questionably better people people than I am. Get him and then we'll leave." She looked down at the poor, frail girl and sighed. Why was life so screwed up?
At about this time Lucien returned, carrying Dallas in his arms. Mara frowned. "I really don't want to know what just happened," she growled at them. She wanted to go home already. Get back to the mansion, lay down, fall asleep. And maybe never wake up. She bit her lip and turned away from the two, looking at Hunger, her sadness and jealousy turning to bitter anger as usual. "Well? I don't want to stand here all day!"
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Dallas didn’t believe her eyes when she saw Lucien coming down the alley. Was he crazy or just stupid…or both? She watched with a certain fascination as he took out each guy fluidly, on by one. It made her wonder idly where he had learned to fight like that and if he could teach her. Her face still hurt and she did her best to ignore it but it just wouldn’t go away. She watched with awe as the blade stuck in the greasy guy’s forehead. Lucien walked up to her, and to her immense surprise and slight fear, he picked her up like she weighted nothing. True she wasn’t heavy, 123 pounds at most, but still….she’d never had anyone save her before, let alone carry her to safety.
"You know next time you should warn someone before going into a dark alley... you never know what kind of dangers may lurk in the darkness. You know we just met but I think you and me are going to get along just fine... Don't cry, if you cry too much you will no longer have anymore tears... all that will be left is blood. I know that personally. I don't look like the kind of guy to cry now do I? But I did... I use to cry all the time. But the sad stories can wait... C’mon be a little happier, I just saved your ass... literally. Let's go play some of those games you were talking about when we get to that mansion Mara was talking about... Dallas... isn't that a city?" he asked still carrying her in his arms, Lucien continued until he was back in front of the group.
She couldn’t help but close her eyes and enjoy the moment. Everything was a bit crisper and clearer because she knew, a few moments ago…her life had been forfeit….then Lucien had come, like a half dressed knight, to save her…as he put it…Ass. She rested her cheek against his chest, feeling his totally human heart beat, and almost smiled.
“No tears; Got it Comrade…. yes, Dallas Texas….” She said thinking about the jokes her classmates had made about ‘everything is bigger in Texas’. Fortunately they weren’t talking about her weight…only the size of her boobs.
“Your name, Lucien…it’s Latin…it means light…ironic in a situation such as this…” she murmured and kept her eyes closed, fearing if she looked into his eyes he would find something in hers he didn’t like.
"We go now. Father is waiting." She said and Dallas realized she had tuned out a good bit of conversation but she couldn’t bring herself to care.
Ghost’s words snapped her out of her reverie.
"I really don't want to know what just happened. Well? I don't want to stand here all day!" Mara snapped and Dallas almost laughed practically feeling the anger and jealously roll off her. She never realized anyone as beautiful as Mara could be jealous of someone like her, but as much as she hated to admit it, she liked it; though she felt it best not to push the angry girl. She wiggled out of Lucien's grasp and took a step away from him.
“Thank you, light” she said with a smile, then followed where the others lead.
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Okay... i seriously need some sort of apple...Jesus, ima die out here! Hunger's hands began to shake rather violently, as if he had just come back from a mid winter blizzard. The thought of apples just made him feel weaker...And worse than he already needed to. Now it may seem that he is going over the top, but to put things into context, Apples is like...Hungers chill pill. Without some kind of apple digested, then he just turns...insane. The only person that has fully seen Hunger raging at his full potental is Father. Maybe that is why he had chosen him, maybe his anger could be put into good use? Either way, even Hunger was scared of his reckless raging... He hated having to moan at everybody all the damn time. It just made him seem like...A kid with serious problems.
With the stess in his arms continuing, Hunger began to walk on to find the next lucky person. Simply ignoring...the scene that was going on behind him, infact...He was too wrapped up in thought. Keep it together Hunger...Come on, you don't need apples...It's just a fruit. "It's just a fruit...A fruit..." he reassured himself, pausing to turn back at the group. ..These people...Why am i with them? Why does Father need more than one person...Matter of fact. Why are we replacing the broken ones? Surely Father must have learned his lesson by now... Little Ghost suddenly bumped into Hunger, something was wrong. For some weird reason...Ghost was angry? But...Why? She couldn't possibly be angry. You know what...I'm not even going to say anything, he thought, as he softly grabbed the back of Ghost's shirt...Just incase something was about to happen. "Go," she said firmly, which hurt the old lady alittle... "Go, you are not needed here. Father has no need for you so leave."
Wow...Harsh...
Turning his attention away from Ghost, Hunger finally noticed that Lucien had randomly came out of a ally, with Dallas in his arms. "Yup...Knew it..." He whispered softly, not wanting to cause any more conflict. "You are not Father. You are an experiment and must obey his rules. Rule One is to obey Father and do not challenge Father." Anger flared within her voice, like she had taken some anger away from him, and used it just to see what it was like. But then again...This wasn't some rant over a pie..Ghost was becoming very emotional..To the point where you're so angry that you just want to cry. Then Hunger realised...Whatever he was doing around her...Was effecting her in some sort of way. Naturally, Ghost wouldnt have switched from her normal self, to a raging grown teen. No. This was influenced by Hungers actions...Which sent the sentance of guilt, hang inside of him. "Ghost..Come on..we gotta get the next guy..." he said cautiously, slightly afraid of small little Ghostie. Nevertheless she continued chanting "There is only one Father. . . There is only one Papa." Almost as if she was reassuring herself...Just like Hunger was doing a minute ago. Causing herself pain, like she deserved it. Slowly, Hunger let go of her shirt, and turned away...He couldn't watch. Instead, he forced himself to block out the event, simply acting like nothing had happend at all. With his eyes closed firmly, and his arms still shaking...a little flame dripped from his fingertip.
"We go now. Father is waiting." She walked past him, leading the way. Is it over? It must be... Bracing himself from the abuse that he may receive from Mara and the other "Dogs." He began to jog over to Ghost. "Are you alright? You're not hurt or anything...Right?"
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She watch with a half satisfied expression as Hunger and ghost left to fetch the last experiment. "I could go for some food... Too bad my stomach died years ago," she commented. “Thank you, light,” a small, delicate voice so unlike her own said from behind her. Mara whirled around and glared at the girl, wondering what she was saying and why. "Tell me, what light do you see? Stupidity in Hunger's eyes, death in Ghost's, what's left of the fire in mine. Other than that, please tell me what is so angelic and beautiful about this whole situation." She sighed. "Nevermind. Let's go."
Mara grabbed the two's wrists in a death grip, then they magically transported back to the mansion (for lack of better words). They were just outside of Father's reign/property. "I'm gonna miss you guys. Actually, probably not. I hate people." She pulled out an umbrella from behind the tree and hit them in the head as quickly as she could. Shrugging, she dragged them back towards the property and called out to the scientists, who came quickly and carried the two to the operation rooms. (They also properly knocked them out.)
The purple haired girl bit her lip as she watched. "Goodbye Lucien. Goodbye Dallas. Rest in chaos," she said softly. They wouldn't remember her, so they could start fresh. Haha, start fresh when you're half dead... Mara let out a pitiful laugh, then continued walking to the mansion herself. She felt lonely, wishing she could feel numb like Ghost did.
Mara retreated to her room and took off Lucien's clothes. She tossed them on the floor in the corner and let out a little half laugh, half sigh. Clothing herself quickly, Mara stepped into the hallway. "Flaw?" she called. "Would you like to meet the new experiments?" Unlike Ghost, she had no grudge against Flaw really. He left was all. But she didn't. That was her choice and not his, her choice to remain alive and in her best interest. Ok, so maybe she was a bit peeved that he just left like that, leaving her to deal with the two goodie-goodies and try to keep her breaking self under control.
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Piles of bloody bodies filled the streets... Fighting ensued between two opposing groups, both using various weapons... I am walking amongst this destruction and blood and I seem to be... happy. Firearms in my hands I aim and fire against multitudes of people, all of them dying by my hand... Blood rains on my flesh, it's hot and it brings me satisfaction. With the Enforcers gone we will be the leading crime gang in this area... No one could stop us. Before my feet there lay a man screaming for his life, I ended his suffering giving him death. None of my enemies were alive anymore... All of them are now dead... I'm no longer standing on that blood filled street... I am now laying down on a cheap hotel bed, with several women. By the looks of the scene something interesting must have happened earlier... but I have no recollection. All of a sudden policemen began to rush into the room, all receiving a bullet in the head. Sigh... I guess that I was finally caught... time to run. I then rushed out of the room and started to head towards...
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The man's eyes opened to the blinding white light which was before him. He was laying on a surgical table in a room which was completely white. His body sweating he looked around and saw that the room was empty save for himself and various surgical equipment. Where the hell am I?, the man thought. He saw some clothes laying on a table across the room. Walking towards the table the man then began to dress himself. With only pants on the door opened as two people in lab coats began to walk into the room. Without his glasses the man was unable to fully see who those people where but he knew that one was a man and one was a women. The male doctor began to approach the man with a syringe in hand. Acting out of fear and instinct the man broke the doctor's syringe and knocked him unconscious, strapping the doctor on the surgical table. The female doctor scared for her life began to run from the room, calling out for assistance. Not knowing where he was or who he was the man began to run out of the room and found himself in a spacious hallway.
He felt a pain on the back of his neck. Looking at a window he looked at his reflection. He was a handsome and well built man, with dark medium cut hair and golden hazel eyes. Turning his head he saw the reflection of his neck and saw a number tattoo on his neck. Admiring himself in the mirror the man didn't notice when multiple doctors began to surround him. Instinctively the man struck all of the doctors, rending them unconscious and bloody. This feels... normal... but what is normal? Who am I? Looking back at the window he saw his reflection looking back at him, grinning. The reflection spoke back to him saying, "I can't believe you can't remember who you are... You are now seriously messed up." The grinning face enraged the man as he struck the window, causing it to crack but not break. The man then decided to try and run, But where?
In the hallway the man saw a women with purple hair standing. Not knowing what to do the man ran towards her. Once standing in front of the girl the man said, "Where the hell am I? What is this place? Why are people trying to put syringes into my necks? And... do I know you?" It seemed as if the man had forgotten many things, but despite this his mind was fighting and searching for things which he could remember. Not finding anything his mind stressed and gave off a sharp pain over his body. Falling down to his knees the man looked up at the girl and said, "...I need to get out of here." He attempted to get up but he was not use to his body, it seemed unnatural to him. His body was stronger, faster, but seemed to be fatigued at the moment. Unable to bring himself to his feet the man stay knelt on the ground next to the girl. "... What happened to me?", he said towards the ground.
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Black. That’s all there was. Darkness. No dreams, no reality, just darkness. It was comforting in an auspicious sort of way, yet dreadful because as consciousness came to the woman lying on the table, she couldn’t help but wonder what was behind the wall of darkness in her mind. She saw light through her eyelids, but hesitated to open her eyes. Why should she? What was the point in waking up? Waking….Wake…the word echoed through her mind.
She suddenly became aware of other presences in the room, a woman, running her fingers over her ribs. She felt her eyelids twitch as probing fingers brushed a little higher. Still keeping her eyes firmly closed she felt around slowly with her other hand as the doctor leaned over her. She felt something cold and sharp meet the tips of her delicate fingers, before she grabbed it and brought her hand back to her side, remaining, as far as the doctor knew, unconscious.
“Sir, there was a spike in her brain wave activity, I think she’s waking up” the female said
“Let her wake, it won’t be hard to subdue something so small” He said, his voice sending chills up her spine.
She tensed and fought to control her emotions, which where a tycoon of fear, anger, and confusion.
Suddenly she let her eyes fly open and she rolled off the table to the left. Avoiding doing any damage to the female doctor, she ran to her left then leapt over the male doctor who dived at her. He caught her ankle, through pure luck, and caused her to stumble, running face first into the door. She spit out blood but didn’t stop.
“Wait!” she heard one of them call, and she did a stupid thing by looking backwards, just in time to not see the kneeling guy in front of her. She tripped over him, flying forward because of inertia. Her top half continued forward even though her bottom half was no longer propelling her and was actually off the ground. She landed hard in front of the people the guy she tripped over he been kneeling in front of. Her immediate reaction, her pursuers forgotten, was to turn around and glare at her obstacle.
“Excuse me, is it normal around here to be sitting in the middle of the walk way?!” She asked, her light voice riddled with sarcasm. Then she actually looked at the man. DAMN HE WAS HOT….and he seemed a bit lost…just as lost and confused as her.
“I mean….sorry. But seriously, what the f*ck is going on around here?” she asked finally.
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Ghost's empty gaze stared into the horizon as Hunger posed his question. Hurt? No, that's wasn't it. Was she something? Ghost couldn't decide. In response, she shook her head, paused, and then nodded. "I should not use my powers for awhile," she said softly, eyes cast to the ground. She looked up to him, almost fearful. "Father will not be pleased, but... but..." She frowned, eyes avoiding his. Her mind was dizzy, but her slow motions did not appear unusual from her calculated movements.
What few people knew, besides Ghost, Father, and the chosen scientist, was that while Haze's eyes were failing from his powers, Ghost also had an organ slowly shutting down with every activation of her ability. That organ was her mind. Without the ability to breath while translucent, her brain was deprived of oxygen for those precious seconds. This was this that factored slightly into her slow motions, lack of reactions, and other traits that many found strange about her. Already, she had lost some of her brain activity from an event that she could not remember in her human life (and that the scientist refused to tell her), and Ghost wondered how long it would be until she become more than just a living doll. She was torn. With every deed she did to gain father's love, she was killing herself slowly. Even so, she often casted away her own self interests just for a drop of what could be considered Father's affection. To her, it was worth it.
Ghost stopped, her mind weak as she had to now remind her body to breath as her eyes felt heavy. "He is inside, I will wait here," Ghost said softly to Hunger, not wanting him to see her weakness.
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I don't think...I can keep this up for much longer.. Even his thoughts were becoming worried, despite the determination within him to not let go...Soon enough that wouldn't be enough to keep his dangerous anger at bay. He turned to Ghost, as she needed to answer his question. "I should not use my powers for awhile," her eyes fell to the ground as she continued. "Father will not be pleased, but... but..."
"Ghost..." Hunger cut in softly, "what you did...Wasn't your fault. You did what you had to do..Keeping those who were out of place...In place. If i were Father.. I would be over pleased" letting go of her hand, he smiled to himself; Appleessss...
Suddenly, they had both stopped. Ghost continued to glare at the floor while Hunger took a glance at the strange building. "He is inside, I will wait here," she said calmly.
"Alright...Gotcha' Just don't be so hard on yourself." Rushing himself, Hunger dashed up the stairs which lead to the giant door. Already he could smell the scent of death...Blood...And pain. Swiftly he kicked the door open, making it swing into the wall. "Anybody home?" Dang...Already theres like...20 dead bodies..Right infront of my face... This guy wasn't playing any games. Kicking lifeless bodies to the side, just to make him a path to walk through, he continued to kick doors open. Only to find more dead bodies laying all over the place. How on earth...Did he manage to do this? "Oh great...Now i've got blood on my shoes. Argh, fuck it." Slightly annoyed, Hunger stood in the middle of the hallway, calling out. "Okay.. I know you're in here. Now there is two ways we can do this. One, you can simply come out and say hello to me... Or Two." He paused, something about this idea reminded him about something that he couldn't remember. (Yes..Makes alot of sense i know.) "I can...And will, cook you alive in a matter of seconds. You decide."
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(Timothy Anderson)
(Timothy Anderson)
Timothy, after laying the babe into his crib again, had wandered the orphanage as if it was the first time he'd laid eyes on it. His steps were uncertain and his eyes were wide with curiosity and nervousness. For some reason he felt like the new kid all over again; doomed to make the same mistakes, take the same abuse and to carry the same weight of reject on his weak shoulders. He did not like this feeling. It made him angry... and it scared him.
After rounding the place for about the fifth time he noticed something. His teddy bear wasn't in his arms like it usually was. A small squeak left his lips and sort of echoed in the hollowness of the house. His eyes scanned anxiously around him and he frantically searched for the fluffy and comforting toy. What would he do without it? How could he have misplaced it? His movements seemed jerky now. He moved as if he was desperate to find something precious and priceless. In a matter of speaking, one could say it was something of great value. Maybe not to many people. Actually, not to anyone at all really. But to Timothy that small ragged up teddy bear was his one and only real friend. The one thing in his life that was a constant. While families and houses had always changed, while new children joined the orphanage and old ones left that small insignificant toy was the only thing that has ALWAYS been with him. He was never sure if his family had given it to him or if one of the care takers did, all that mattered was that it was there from the start. And damned be the person who tried to change that!
He found his teddy some time later in the recreational room. By then his face was streaked with tears and he was on the verge of hyperventilating. He had just plopped down on a scratchy sofa when his eyes landed on the familiar fluffy brown bear. He must have dropped it when he was here earlier. He scrambled over to it and picked him up. "Are you okay Buttons? Did anyone try hurting you?" he asked in a small voice laced with worry. The bears head flopped down as if in answer. Timothy hugged Buttons close to his chest. "I'm glad you're okay... I wont abandon you ever again. Never ever, ever, ever." he said with conviction.
He stood up and smiled widely. Content that everything was okay now he stepped forward before actually noticing the dead bodies around him. A gasp of horror left him and he raised his hand quickly to cover his teddy bears eyes. "They're just sleeping Buttons. Don't you worry... just sleeping." He nodded and cradled Buttons like he had with the baby. Making sure the head of the toy faced away from the massacre he stepped out of the room and headed to the kitchen to get a snack. A jump to his steps and a happy tune hummed from his lips one could see he was at ease even with all the blood splattered on the walls and the gory bodies deposited on the ground.
Reaching the kitchen he set Buttons down on a chair and rummaged through the fridge for something to fill his tummy. "Hmm, what would you like Buttons? There's mac and cheese, a couple of fruits, chicken soup..." There was a long pause then before a child-like squeal of excitement was heard from Timothy. "Oh. My. God. Oh. My. God. Oh. My. God. Oh my God! There's... there's..." he squeezed his eyes tight then pulled out a cake from the fridge; he held it above his head like it was the holy grail itself, "... CHOCOLATE CAKE!!!"
He did his funky happy dance and danced his way to the table. He plopped down on the seat next to Buttons and promptly stuffed himself. He looked absolutely childish! Soon his face was covered with chocolate smears and crumbs. He smiled in between bites at his teddy to show him just how happy he was at that moment. Suddenly he heard someone shouting in the house. He looked questioningly toward Buttons as if he knew the answer to his unasked question. Slowly, Timothy got up and went over to the kitchen door with Buttons in hand. Before he could get out though he ran back to the table and grabbed a piece of chocolate cake. SOMEONES gotta eat it, he thought seriously. Nervously, he opened the door and walked down the hall. Before rounding the corner he shifted Buttons in front of him and made him peak around the hall. "Who is it Buttons?" he asked in a whisper. He leaned a bit and allowed his head to peak around the corner as well. A guy around his age stood in the middle of the hall.
Timothy blinked a few times before pulling himself back and looking down at Buttons. "I don't know him... do you? Could he be here to pick me up and take me to another home or is he a new boy?" His lips pouted out and his head tilted to the side as it usually did when he was trying to figure something out. He shrugged carelessly and smiled at Buttons. "Lets go say hi."
Stepping out from hiding Timothy faced the boy and shyly waved his hand and Buttons. With a friendly smile he beamed at the new stranger and said "Hiya! Whatcha doing?"
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Mara stood for a few moments, then retreated to her room for a bit. She eventually made her way upstairs to check on Dallas and Lucien. she was surprised to find them awake. She looked at them, pitifully sitting on the floor. She sighed and smiled, though her eyes were clearly sad. "Hello there I am Mara and you are now the property of a being known as Father." She looked around and noticed that the scientists had cleared out. She looked down at her arms. She was holding some of her clothes, figuring used-to-be-Dallas could fit in them. She hadn't any clothes for used-to-be-Lucien, because she figured it be of no use to have him walking around in just a shirt.
She tossed the pile at used-to-be-Dallas. "You may find that you have no recollection of your... death. Yes, you've died and been resurrected. You live as a servant to Father now and must make new memories. Please, feel free to re-learn and create yourselves, as we are something like a family here." Her voice remained soft and light, completely opposite from the normal Mara. She felt like Ghost- dead, un caring.
"Lu-" She cut herself off and frowned, gesturing to Lucien. "You have some ability of an ever growing database. You have been given this ability by Father and it is controlled by Haze, your instructor who appears to be missing in action. Dal- the girl. You have taken a former resident's ability to animate objects. Oh yes, I must warn you to listen to Haze, Ghost, myself, and Father. We will try to guide you, though we do so in different ways." Mara sat on the floor, looking at the two newbies.
"You died. I was there," she whispered, hoping the cameras and helpers couldn't hear her. "Be careful and I happen to be one of the few who can actually help you. I encourage freethinking and keeping your head low. Now what will you be?"
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While on the floor a girl had ran into the man, causing the girl to trip and fall. The girl looked back towards the man and said, “Excuse me, is it normal around here to be sitting in the middle of the walk way?!” Thinking the man thought, I guess it isn't normal for someone to be sitting in the middle of a walk way... but seeing as two of us are doing it, it mustn't be too strange. Continuing the girl said, “I mean…sorry. But seriously, what the f*ck is going on around here?” The man was just as lost as the girl was, he knew nothing about what was happening, all he knew was that he didn't want to be here. "I don't know what is going on around here... but my instincts tell me it would be best to not be here." He then saw a few doctors approach them. Standing up the man prepared to charge against them, they however stopped in there tracks and turned away to where they had come from. Not understanding why his pursuers were no longer following him he turned around to find that the reason they left was because of the purple haired girl.
"Hello there I am Mara and you are now the property of a being known as Father." The words of this so called Mara confused him, he didn't understand how he would become someones property but not knowing his own past he couldn't argue this. Tossing a pile of clothes towards the other girl Mara had continued saying, "You may find that you have no recollection of your... death. Yes, you've died and been resurrected. You live as a servant to Father now and must make new memories. Please, feel free to re-learn and create yourselves, as we are something like a family here." Death, it is an inevitable final act in everyone's life story, to be able to overcome this by any means is an amazing and damning feat. The devilish act of trespassing on God's realm is not to be taken lightly by anyone, Who would ever wish to pass that line?... This so called Father is powerful... but he is ultimately more of a devil than a savior. Mara then said towards the two , "Lu- ...You have some ability of an ever growing database. You have been given this ability by Father and it is controlled by Haze, your instructor who appears to be missing in action. Dal- the girl. You have taken a former resident's ability to animate objects. Oh yes, I must warn you to listen to Haze, Ghost, myself, and Father. We will try to guide you, though we do so in different ways." Her words were intriguing to the man, "She seems to know who we are... but chooses not to tell us... interesting", he thought. "You died. I was there... Be careful and I happen to be one of the few who can actually help you. I encourage freethinking and keeping your head low. Now what will you be?"
Looking at Mara the man began to say, "There is no reason for I or her to believe anything that you have said... but my instincts tell me what you say is the truth, no matter how outrageous it might sound... You seem to know us, why do you choose not to call us by name? I guess since we had "died" are old identities no longer matter to this so called "Father"... no matter what we think." Walking over to Mara he stood directly in front of her looking down at her. "... I don't like this situation and therefore I don't like you... or anyone else around here. You may just be like us, you might have lost your memories and your identity... but there is a difference between you and I. You "know" us, you know who we are... but you will ultimately try to keep that information from us... won't you?... I don't blame you though, if this "Father" is as powerful as you say being on his good side seems to be the better option... even if it is a despicable one. The man then noticed the several cameras and hidden sound equipment. ... To your question I will repeat an old saying, "Frangas, non flectes"... "You may break me, but you shall not bend me." Remember this well Mara..." He then leaned into her ear and whispered, "...No matter what I may do I am and will forever be myself... Even if I no longer remember who I am." Now looking back towards the other girl, with a blank face he said, "I guess me and you are in the same boat... lets just go with the flow, it's not like we can really do anything right now." His cold stare then turned towards Mara, "...Lead the way."
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"I don't know what is going on around here... but my instincts tell me it would be best to not be here." the guy she tripped over said. Then some girl with purple hair showed up.
"Hello there I am Mara and you are now the property of a being known as Father. You may find that you have no recollection of your... death. Yes, you've died and been resurrected. You live as a servant to Father now and must make new memories. Please, feel free to re-learn and create yourselves, as we are something like a family here." Her voice remained soft and light
"Lu-" She cut herself off and frowned
"You have some ability of an ever growing database. You have been given this ability by Father and it is controlled by Haze, your instructor who appears to be missing in action. Dal- the girl. You have taken a former resident's ability to animate objects. Oh yes, I must warn you to listen to Haze, Ghost, myself, and Father. We will try to guide you, though we do so in different ways." Mara sat on the floor, looking at the two newbies.
"You died. I was there," she whispered
"Be careful and I happen to be one of the few who can actually help you. I encourage freethinking and keeping your head low. Now what will you be?"
The girl didn’t understand what was going on or why she didn’t remember anything. Hell she wished someone would tell her what was actually going on. The woman, Mara, seemed nice enough, but she was withholding information that could be important.
“So let me get this straight, we have to play the guessing game about ourselves. Isn’t that against the constitution or something like that?” She said annoyed.
Looking at Mara the man began to say, “There is no reason for I or her to believe anything that you have said... but my instincts tell me what you say is the truth, no matter how outrageous it might sound... You seem to know us, why do you choose not to call us by name? I guess since we had "died" are old identities no longer matter to this so called "Father"... no matter what we think." Walking over to Mara he stood directly in front of her looking down at her.
"... I don't like this situation and therefore I don't like you... or anyone else around here. You may just be like us, you might have lost your memories and your identity... but there is a difference between you and I. You "know" us, you know who we are... but you will ultimately try to keep that information from us... won't you?... I don't blame you though, if this "Father" is as powerful as you say being on his good side seems to be the better option... even if it is a despicable one.”
“... To your question I will repeat an old saying, "Frangas, non flectes"... "You may break me, but you shall not bend me." Remember this well Mara..." He then leaned down and whispered in her ear
" Now looking back towards the other girl, with a blank face he said, "I guess me and you are in the same boat... lets just go with the flow, it's not like we can really do anything right now." His cold stare then turned towards Mara, "...Lead the way." “What is my name?” the girl asked unsure of herself suddenly. Without a name, she didn’t have an identity, without an identity she was no one. She had nothing. A name had power, and she had none…so she had no power. Being powerless scared her a little but she refused to show it.
She felt lost without herself, and more lonely that she would have ever thought possible.
“Without a name, I am no one. I cannot sleep, I cannot dream, I cannot wake. Reality holds no purpose, no truth, no hope. For life is not kind to a nobody” She murmured quoting someone she didn’t know. She sighed and shook her head.
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“So let me get this straight, we have to play the guessing game about ourselves. Isn’t that against the Constitution or something like that?” "You died. The government doesn't know you're here. We don't have a government here. We have a... monarchy? And it isn't a game, it's real life. If I bite you, you feel it. If you break, you fall down."
She remained silent and sitting on the floor. Normally, she probably would have just thrown knives at the poor students, as they had little control over their movements depending on how long ago they had awaken. Confusion and whether they were crybabies or not also helped make the experience very enjoyable. But her poor young heart was breaking, and she knew it.
"There is no reason for I or her to believe anything that you have said... but my instincts tell me what you say is the truth, no matter how outrageous it might sound... You seem to know us, why do you choose not to call us by name? I guess since we had "died" are old identities no longer matter to this so called "Father"... no matter what we think." Used-to-be-Lucien stood in front of her, sounding very much like his old self minus the perverted comments. "... I don't like this situation and therefore I don't like you... or anyone else around here. You may just be like us, you might have lost your memories and your identity... but there is a difference between you and I. You "know" us, you know who we are... but you will ultimately try to keep that information from us... won't you?... I don't blame you though, if this "Father" is as powerful as you say being on his good side seems to be the better option... even if it is a despicable one... To your question I will repeat an old saying, "Frangas, non flectes"... "You may break me, but you shall not bend me. Remember this well Mara..." Used-to-be-Lucien was still wise and well, had a habit of challenge everything someone said to him. She chuckled at the saying. How ironic it was, since they must bend these experiments, not break them. Mara smiled for a moment, before he whispered something in her ear.
"...No matter what I may do I am and will forever be myself... Even if I no longer remember who I am." She frowned then and looked up at him. "I knew you for a few moments before your death. In that amount of time you managed to save that troubled one form a band of robbers, as well as anger Hunger and myself multiple times. Congratulations. Your old selves do not matter to Father, as they should not to you. You rename yourself, reclaim what you've lost. I don't know what my name is, then somebody told me Mara meant bitter and since I tried to murder the doctors when I woke up, I thought it fit well." she smiled at the thought. She really did love stabbing people... "Father can bend you, or you will break yourself from him. Your saying is cute, but ultimately wrong and the opposite of what it should be. We can fix you, or you can break yourself." Or Flaw will help me break you... she thought.
She chose not to respond to his last comment. She'd talk to him later about it. Mara turned her attention to poor used-to-be-Dallas. “What is my name? Without a name, I am no one. I cannot sleep, I cannot dream, I cannot wake. Reality holds no purpose, no truth, no hope. For life is not kind to a nobody.” She sighed, looking at the girl. She was so pretty. Why the heck did Father leave burn marks all over the purple haired girl's skin? Like she didn't need another reminder of what she did.
"I cannot tell you your names. And you need not sleep, unless you'd like to remain in a zombie like stage as Ghost does. Though this is reality, it is not much of a dream. It never has been and never will be. You exist and are not nothing. You can always wake up though, as many others have before. Myself included. We all wake up here confused. Then we go back to sleep." She smiled, thinking about what her words really meant.
Mara stood up and motioned to the door. "Oh, and you don't have to eat anymore. So you cannot starve yourselves or dehydrate, though water does make you feel better after training. Now, would you like to meet the other kiddies around? Or perhaps you'd like to chat with the lovely doctors and scientist things waiting outside. You do not talk to Father. You do not see Father. You do not challenge Father. All you do is listen to him." That being said, she opened the door and walked out, waving away anybody nearby who wasn't a poor teenager kidnapped and recreated.
"Guess? Guessy dear, you have some new people to antagonize!" she sung out. Used-to-be-Dallas was going to hate Guess. "You still need to call yourselves something. and quickly, before you remain nameless and nothing but a stroke of white paint on a bland wall." She went back to calling out to other experiments. "Haze you lazy dog! You're children are here and have had the misfortune of being greeted by me! Flaw dear, are you here?" She was honestly wondering if Flaw, Torrent, and Ink had left or if they'd been wandering the mansion for who knows how long.
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My sexy shoes...Ruined...No apples in sight...Anger increasing by the minute...Foul stentch of death...Urgh, when do i get the chance to relax for once? Why is this all happening.. Hunger stopped his constant moaning for a moment, for some reason...Somebody was still alive in this shit hole. Maybe it was the one that he was sent to capture, just for Father's pleasure...To use..And then replace.
"What the heck...Is that." He shuffled forward trying get a better view of the object. What is that... Slowly he edged closer and closer untill he could get a good view of the thing. A teddy bear..."A toy...Seriously?" He rolled his eyes and sighed hopelessly, at this moment Hunger couldn't believe what he was seeing; yet alone what he was dealing with. "Around my age huh? My ass." Running his fingers through his red hair, he could only stand there and watch like a fool...Listening to this idiotic child talk to his teddy bear. "Who is it Buttons?"
"Oh come on...You've got to be kidding me." he said to himself, letting out a moaning sigh.
"Hiya! Whatcha doing?" The male finally jumped out of hiding, and stared couriously at Hunger.
"My god...You even look like a friken child." He replied, rasing an eyebrow slightly, "Father...picked you? Out of all the people in the world...He picked you. Wait a sec." He paused, taking a final glance around the whole room. No. He didn't do this. No... He couldn't have. He turned back to look at the male. Come on, he is holding a teddy bear..Called buttons, chocolate cake is smuged around his mouth... And his face looks as smooth as a babies bottom. This guy, is merely a over grown child, he couldn't have done all this. "So...You're gonna' tell me that you did all this? Or was it your teddy bear? Oh wait..Sorry. His name is Buttons right?" With his hands behind his head, Hunger decided to accept that this guy was the right one. Besides, Fathers judgements were always the best, even if they did seem fucked up. "Hmmm. Listen kiddo, you...Yes you, have been chosen to be apart of Fathers family. Weird? Yes it might sound like it...And you maybe wondering; 'why me?' Well, to tell the truth...I'm wondering why Father picked you too." He sighed, turning his voice from moody and annoyed to relaxed and indifferent. "Whatever caused you to do all this...Well, just forget about it. All your troubles will be washed away, nobody will come looking for you. Lets just say that. You will be safe no matter what." His lips slipped back into his mouth, as he noticed that he wasn't telling the truth...It was a white lie. Well, that is if you are going to act like an ass towards Father.
Strolling towards the door, Hunger continued. "Now...You can either stay here..With your bea-Buttons, and munch on all the cake you want...Untill the police come and find you, and throw you into a shithole for countless amounts of years. Or, you can come with me...Where there will be more cake, a place for your bea-Buttons to relax...And all your troubles...Gone for good." Easing to door open, he let loose a slight smile...Even if it was too late to come across as friendly. "Its up to you, Kiddo."
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Jinx
"OH. MY. GOD... Is that candy!? Is it for me!? Is it, is it, is it!?"
Supernova
"I'm gonna go lay down I've got a headache"
Prodigy
"None of you seem to understand. I'm not locked in here with you..."
Flaw
How do you know if your you, when I look just like you?
Ink
"Um, sure... whatever..."
The Ghost
"........." *Blank stare*
Mara
"Think of me as your personal demon."
Hunger
Touch my apple.. Go on, i dare 'ya...
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Jinx
"OH. MY. GOD... Is that candy!? Is it for me!? Is it, is it, is it!?"
Hunger
Touch my apple.. Go on, i dare 'ya...
Mara
"Think of me as your personal demon."
The Ghost
"........." *Blank stare*
Ink
"Um, sure... whatever..."
Flaw
How do you know if your you, when I look just like you?
Prodigy
"None of you seem to understand. I'm not locked in here with you..."
Supernova
"I'm gonna go lay down I've got a headache"
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Mara
"Think of me as your personal demon."
Hunger
Touch my apple.. Go on, i dare 'ya...
Supernova
"I'm gonna go lay down I've got a headache"
Ink
"Um, sure... whatever..."
Jinx
"OH. MY. GOD... Is that candy!? Is it for me!? Is it, is it, is it!?"
The Ghost
"........." *Blank stare*
Flaw
How do you know if your you, when I look just like you?
Prodigy
"None of you seem to understand. I'm not locked in here with you..."
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Look inside! (I've put the Floor Plan in here)
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Garden or Beach
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Any Bedroom
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The exit that leads out into the garden. In dining room.
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Did you get an ouchie?
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Ghost's Training Room
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Um, yeah..
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Going up?
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More of a hang out area, but designed to look like a normal old dining room.
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First Floor of Mansion
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The exit that leads to the beach.
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Second Floor
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Bath Time, Anyone?
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Bath time, anyone?
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Ah the sound of Music!
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