Post by Kacie Corson on Feb 6, 2015 20:57:10 GMT -5
"Doctor Corson! We require your presence in Lab 12! The subject..." the man, Dr.Runhofv, asks my opinion for everything. He is a nucence, but one of the most brilliant minds at CleanFuel, and one of the few I trust. Nick Fury puts it nicely. "I can count the people I trust on one hand, and I am not afraid to cut off fingers." Not a quote a usual 'mad' scientist would use, but I wasn't always the way I am now. "Dr. Corson? Dr.? Are you well?" At first I didn't reply. I wasnt used to being called this. "Yes doctor?" I said, turning around in my chair. It was almost unnoticeable, but he shrunk back at the sight that met him. Although he has done a better job at hiding it, all my employees cower at my scars. I wasnt always like this, I was once beautiful, worrying about makeup and watching calories. "Subject 12 has perished." He said, and straighter up. "Ah well. I WILL find a cure for this disease if it kills me!" I said and pushed all the table over. But I quickly corrected myself. " Start another test, subject 13." I said. "Dr.?" He said tentatively.He was still afraid of my outburst. Let him be, I thought."There is no subject 13.He was our last one." He said " THOSE THINGS ARE NOT HES OR SHES. THEY ARE MONSTERS.They took-" I started, but quickly changed directions. I will never tell a soul what happened in the house in Langton Loop road. No one. "My face." I finished. "I will send your scouts out to get another." He said, and started out of the dark office. "No doctor. You will not need another." He said. "What do you keen Doctor?" He said, obviously confused. "You will use me." I said. And turned to face the tall Russian man. " You will test on me." "Kacie. This is madness-""Do not call me that Alek. Our you will find yourself one son less." He swallowed hard. "Yes doctor. As you wish. You know the risks. Dr. West has briefed you on them I assume?" " I don't give a damn about the risks. Procedure starts in 15 minutes. Gather your best surgeons. I don't care if you tear them out of their beds. Procedure starts in 15 minutes." Dr.Runhofv quickly scurried out the door. " oh doctor?" I called, and he stuck his persperation-beaded head into the doorway."You had better not fail. Or you can find yourself on the operation table." Is already pale skin paled even further. "Of course Doctor. Right away."
This was 4 years ago, when CleanFuel was first starting its way in the renewable every business. Now it is in the top 5 largest companies worldwide. The procedure seemed to work at first. But then it went erratic. Instead of finding a cure, he forced this disease apon me. Doctor Runhofv died in A 'car accident' the day after the results were placed on my mahogany desk. The disease has driven itself from me, but I am still cursed with after affects of the prototyped cure. First the Strettera, then the Vervanue, then the Gudinicillin. Pills piled themselves on my dinner plate. Down, down, down they went. 1,2,3,4. All had side effects. Frst it was the migraines, next the sleeplessness, the the drowsiness. Nothing worked. Then I went cold turkey. I must of sound like the devil was escaping me. "Doctor-" a voice started from the doorway. " Dr. Any and Dr. White require your opinion on Subject 1936's life support-" I groaned on the inside. Most 15 year olds would be worrying about the popular kids at school, or if their crushes liked them, but I had to worry about stock marketing and productivity at the Minnesota CleanFuel facility. "I will be there in a minute doctor." I said, and stood up slowly, removing my reading glasses from my nose and set them atop the ever-growing pile of unread paperwork, files and application forms next to my desk. My fingers brushed against the chip in my mahogany desk, and my heart flooded with remorse. I was blinded by rage when the procedure failed, when I was the one who failed. Failed to realize he was the best man on my team. I felt a a feeling I had not felt in a while.Remorse for my actions. Putting family-owned companies out of business? Not even a pull at my heart strings. Putting hundredes of thousands of patients to rest? Not a tear or a night of restlessness. My eyes fell on the pair on men's dog tags I wore.
"Rick H. Peruenna, None, B positive" it blared from the indented letters that once hung from the werewolves' neck. That thing , on purpose or not, gave birth to the woman that stood hands resting on her desk, worrying. I stood up and set off to whatever life needed of me.
((Inside Kacie's private office, after hours. Only two men and herself are present inside the building, everyone has checked out and gone home)!)
Gates. Jacobs. Tell me. Have you found anything interesting about. ... The subject we discussed?" I asked the two body-builder looking men standing i front of my desk. "Take a seat. " I said, and waved towards two metal chairs in the corner of the room. They obliged. Good, I thought, they fell for the trap. I was given word that these particular men were selling company information for money. But these wee not just building plans or tax rates, they sold out the secret science. I had sent the two of them out to find a man named Matthaus Pein. I heard from trusted sources that 1) Matthaus was a amazing human killer, which I was in short supply of, since the last two I hired tries to make a move on me. I almost felt emotion for them. They were dead before they could even draw air in their lungs. 2) that these two particular guards were traitors
"Matthaus Pein is highly capable of doing what you require Madame. " I Leaned forward in my seat and slapped the oaf. His cheek stung red, but he knew better than to cry out. Then, I opened a desk drawer and pulled out a metal remote, an pressed a button . Metal cuffs snapped around their arms, legs, and torsos, holding them in place in the chairs. "You have done well with your mission. But I have intel that you have been selling company secrets, am I right?" The men looked at each other . Other than that, you would have no idea what they were thinking. But I learned how to read body launguage long ago. "Yes, you did it, and you knew somehow I was confronting you about it today. And they are coming to break you out soon. " I said smoothly. Two mouths dropped. " oh don't worry about-". I was cut off by the sound of a gas grenade being dropped in the room. I quickly dunked my glasses cleaning rag in water and held it over my mouth. It was just a smoke bomb, I realized, as a figure Appeared out of the smoke. Floored and unconscious in 15 seconds. Next was 18 seconds. 27,37,17,10.6 men dropped when my attackers stopped and the smoke cleared. Both men were dead. A familiar face peered out of the remaining mist. Garret
Chanler. He smiled. "Target terminated boss. " he said. I smiled back, a horrible sight. "tell me what you know about Matthaus Pein."
15 years ago
It was a chilly winter's Saturday night, and Mr. and Mrs.Chase had just gotten home from work. It was a very stressful day, but relived they were going on vacation in the Bahamas tomorrow, just the two of them. Once they had packed.and gotten in bed, they soon fell asleep. But at about 12:45 AM Mrs.Chase's phone rang. It was a unknown number. She often got calls like this, as she was t he Co-director of Chase Motor oil, a very large yet regional company based in South Carolina.
"Hello? This is Sarah Chase. Why, may I ask, are you calling so l
early in the morning?"
A man's voice spoke into the phone. A deep yet raspy voice. "Look to the front steps." And the line went dead. Peter Chase had just woken up beside his wife, and asked "What the hell was that?"
"I don't know." She said, just as confused as he was.
"Well? What did the person say? You look frightened!" And she did. She loved reading mystery books late at night, and now it seemed one was coming to life!
"He said; 'look to the front steps' and hung up!"
Sarah, I reuse to let you go fall into a paparazzi trap." Peter said and layed back down, a sign the conversation was over.
"You are probably right dear." She said, and layed back down to sleep again.But at 2:30 they were woken up again by the sounds of a child crying. Sarah shook Peter awake. "Honey, I am going down there."
"No Sarah. They are probably just trying to get you out of the house so they can interview you."
Sarah Chase didn't think so. Her father was famous, and no one played a nasty trick like this. They would have to be evil to do something like that. "Peter. Sweetie. Wake up. I am going down there wether you like it o not. A child needs me. Are you coming or not?"
Peter sighed, used to his wife's stubborness, and frankly, tired of the kid crying. They put on their bathrobe s and slippers and opened the front door. A small child was laying on the doorstep, just like in a movie. A worn yellow cloth bound the child in attempts to stay warm, but it wasn't working. The child was turning blue from the cold.
Sarah started to cry, oh how cruel she was for leaving this innocent baby alone in a winter's night!
Peter said"We need to send it to an orphanage. It does not belong to us! And we don't have time for a child. Besides, we are going to the Bahamas tomorrow.-"
"You are damn selfish Peter Chase. This poor child has been left alone,in the 31 degree weather, and abandoned! We are going to keep her you selfish bastard. And it is a human being, not an IT! She is now one of us.you had better go buy another ticket for the cruise, or I am not going at all." And she stomped in the house and slammed the door. Peter sighed and sat down on the front steps. Then he quickly gasped and ran to the door and tried to open it. A group of wolves were circled around the house. This was strange, since wolves were not native to South Carolina, but then the oddest thing happened.one of the wolves spoke."that is my daughter, the last of the Pruenna clan. Take her in your doors and name her as you please, but she will always be my Chloe Peruenna." The wolf said, and started up the steps, leaving the other wolves behind. Out of his mouth the wolf dropped a dogtag, the kind they give out to men that have served in the armed forces. "Rick H. Peruenna, None, B positive " name, religion, blood type. The wolf backed away to its pack, and left. A terrified Mr. Chase bust in the house with the dog tags hanging from his hand. "SHHHHHHHHHH you ignorant asshole! I just got her to sleep" the baby was snoring peacefully in a bread basket. It had to be old enough to not need its mother's milk, but she was young enough that they had to watch her 24/7. "What is wrong dear?" Sarah said, and carried the bread basket baby over to the couch. Mr.Chase sat down in a flurry and quickly explined what had happened outside with the wolves. "Chloe is a cute name for her." But she sounded doubtful. Chloe Davenhorrt and her husband owned the top competing Motor oil company, and caused the two a lot of time and heartache. "How about Hannah?" Peter said. "After your mother."
"That sounds like a great name. Hannah Kellie Chase. "Kellie after your sister Peter." "Sounds good to me!"
8 years later.
"GO SIT ON MY BED UNTIL I COME GET YOU!" My daddy yelled at me. I had run up to hug him, and accidentally spilled hot tea all over himself, ruining his $12000 doller suit. Oh well, I thought. He can get another. And trudged up the staircase to my parents room. I was to short to reach the door handles, so I pressed the automatic door opener my parents installed. I kicked my My little pony sneakers of and sat impatiently for daddy to come up. Jerk. I though. Oh, the beating I would get if my parents ever heard me say THAT. it was the most foul word in my 8 year old vocabulary. I don't know what shit means. What daddy dropped his suitcase on his foot, that is what he said. I wondered what it means. It was taking daddy longer than normal. Normally he comes up after a few minutes and give the whole 'dont do it again' rant, then I would be free to go do whatever I want. I soon got bored and Jumped on daddy's bed. But then I got tired and sat back down, my curly brown hair all messed up. Mommy will have a fit. Then the greatest idea hit me. I will hide behind the door and scare daddy! I he does that all the time to me! But then I decided it would be to obvious. So I ran into daddy's office. It was the smallest room in the house, besides the closest. it was only the size of a swimming pool. But only the swimming pool was on the 3rd floor, near the suenna or whatever it's called. Suana. that's it. I quickly ran in. It was a room with one wall entirely Windows, one file cabinets, and the other two desks and various laptops were scattered, among them a sea of paperwork. I hid behind the door, but soon half an hour passed. Daddy probably forgot about me again. Bored, I opened a random file cabinet. "P" was printed on the cabinet. Nothing interesting..... I threw file after file out of the cabinet and tossed them on the ground. Then a word caught my eye. Peruenna. It was the same word on my ugly silver necklace in the back of my closet. My new favorite was a really expensive one. I don't remember the number on it, it is to high for me to count. I could only count to 10,000. Oh well. I read the paper. Oh! A magic paper? What is a werewolf? Who was Chloe Peruenna? A favorite character from one of daddy's movies with the three x's on it? I am only allowed to watch PG movies. Wait..... a discovery shook me like nothing ever had. I was....this Chloe girl they were talking about? The one with another word in her DNA.....what was it........ Exopilline? What's that? Then I another discovery made my insides convulse. I wasn't born from my parents? I was like Katrina Henderson in my class? What was the word....ADOPTED?! No way I was adopted. I started to cry. Soon Mommy and Daddy came charging up the stairs, and found me with the papers. They explained everything. But instead of hating them and lying to me, I was happy. My daddy was still alive! And he lives right across town! My parents hastily agreed to take me there for some unknown reason, but only after dinner.
I ate faster that night than any other in history. My dinner was down the hatch in 2 minutes flat.My parents dressed me in a black and red dress, which seemed strange. It was was the dress i wore to grandma Harriet's funeral. I wasn't going to die!
The drive there was only 15 minutes, but I was so excited. I had never left Charleston before! We were going to a place called a condo development. It just looked like miniature houses to me. 999 was the address. We walked up to to it, and I wrung the doorbell. A moan and what sounded like a growl treated the ringing of the bell. Daddy and Mommy went to the car, leaving me alone on the porch. I opened the door slowly and poked my head in. A man was clutching his head, when he looked at me, his eyes were golden his lips drew back in a snarl, then this eyes turned grey, just like mine. RUN!!!! the man yelled and he morphed int a dog. No. A wolf. Blood dripped from its foam covered mouth. My eyes widened and I ran out of the door, and the wolf followed me in hot pursit, and gaining ground fast. Soon he was upon me. I remember a vicious pain higher than anything I could ever describe. My brain was in overload from the pain. The smell of blood flooded my nose. Four razors cut a jagged line into my face, blood mixed in blood, and by the time the cops arrived, no one could tell the difference between the red silk of the dress and the blood soaking it.
*present*
"Your scouts have followed Matthaus to -?@$ wood. We are dispatching a team out currently. I-"
"No Dr.Thomas. I will go myself. Never have I seen the audacity so great on a Hunter. I will go myself, tell him of my cause. And trust me. I can hold my own in a fight. Any objections Dr?" I said. Shelby Thomas shrunk back and nodded quickly in agreement.
"Good" I said, and left the room. That was to easy. Now off I go.
*SCENE CHANGE*
((This is the exact conversation Matthaus and Kacie had in their first meeting (shoutbox). Since this conversation began with Matthaus talking, then Katie responding, I will say they were already partway through the conversation. Also Tammy and Terra were talking at the same time. Comments with adjustments will have a * next to them.))
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"Are you willing to assist the cause?"* Matthaus said to the cloaked figure.
"Willing? I am above merely assisting wiping this stain off of the face of the earth.to find a cure for the disease of humanity that alters their DNA.I will stop the spread of the monster that kills and poisons the humans, the superior beings." I said to him with a sneer in my voice. Only if he knew what and who I was...."No "Matthaus Pein" I will not help. I will lead a revolution to end the rein of terror monsters have started on our race.No Matthaus.I will lead."
"Altering their DNA? Is that a possibility?" Matthaus said.
"Yes. Multiple subjects have been tested.It is possible after months of tests and procedures, to save them the monster inside, and turn them human. It is level 10 clearance, but I have seen it work with my own eye!" I quickly regretted saying that. Now he may have a lead on who I am.
" That's astounding. Perhaps they can be saved.. I was unaware of such a cure. But who's athority do you serve under?What's your purpose behind this?"
Who's at authority? He didn't know who he was talking to. I had all the authority and cause I needed.
"As I said earlier, all of this is top secret.My scouts tell me you are helping to stop this madness?Perhaps I can pull a few strings, but you must prove your worth. I cannot have a random scoundrel running around with all my secrets!You must prove your worth to me first." Pull a few strings? I controlled the whole loom. His dedication is all I needed. A earpeice sent static through my ear. Doctors were calling me back, telling me they needed my presence. I ignored it. I had much larger things to do.
"Prove my worth? You mean to ask if
I have the sheer will to butcher one of the filthy animals?.. More than enough.if you need me to demonstrate my intentions name a target and I'll retrieve whatever of their organs or heart you require."I liked this one. All of the other foolish failures I had hired just wanted money. This one was perfect. Driven emotionally, I could tell this was a true warrior.
"There is hope for you yet little soldier. There is hope for you yet." I said, nodding in appreciation.
"But know this.By accepting your offer, I'm not pledging my alliance to you. I serve a different power. But you have fought my attention, so I am willing to serve you for the time being. .......And don't call me little." He added after minute. I didn't need his total and utter allegiance, but he will soon wish he did.
"Ah yes. Men and their independence. I require several test subjects, alive.They are useless to me dead, although I know we are one step closer to creating a pure world, I cannot save them if they are dead.My experiments die fast in the labs." I said, finally coming closer to my real purpose of coming here."The weaklings. I need several subjects delivered unharmed to @$#='">¥"( I handed him a paper with my gloved hand. No fingerprints for him to find."A man will be waiting in a red Studebaker. 1800 hours, two weeks from next Friday. I require at least 10. I am holding you to your deal Matthaus. Double crossing me will result in your death."* I said, and I meant it.
"Hm. I can grant that. I don't believe we have been formally introduced. I am Matthus, but I am sure your scouts all ready told you that. Who might you be?" He said. He w as right. I knew more about him than he would ever knew. I knew what restraint he ate at for breakfast. I know the last Exile he killed was a werewolf. I know almost everything about his physical life. His past? Not so much. There were lots of gaps and holes. More crackling as my earpiece repeated its message. I would have to leave soon.
"I am ending this conversation for today. I am holding you to your deal Matthaus.Two weeks from next Friday.1800 hours. Don't be late. My identity is none of your concern. Deliver with the subjects, and a your questions will be answered." I said, and began to retreat back from were I came from.
"....fine." Matthaus said behind me.
"Good." I said, and never looked back.
This was 4 years ago, when CleanFuel was first starting its way in the renewable every business. Now it is in the top 5 largest companies worldwide. The procedure seemed to work at first. But then it went erratic. Instead of finding a cure, he forced this disease apon me. Doctor Runhofv died in A 'car accident' the day after the results were placed on my mahogany desk. The disease has driven itself from me, but I am still cursed with after affects of the prototyped cure. First the Strettera, then the Vervanue, then the Gudinicillin. Pills piled themselves on my dinner plate. Down, down, down they went. 1,2,3,4. All had side effects. Frst it was the migraines, next the sleeplessness, the the drowsiness. Nothing worked. Then I went cold turkey. I must of sound like the devil was escaping me. "Doctor-" a voice started from the doorway. " Dr. Any and Dr. White require your opinion on Subject 1936's life support-" I groaned on the inside. Most 15 year olds would be worrying about the popular kids at school, or if their crushes liked them, but I had to worry about stock marketing and productivity at the Minnesota CleanFuel facility. "I will be there in a minute doctor." I said, and stood up slowly, removing my reading glasses from my nose and set them atop the ever-growing pile of unread paperwork, files and application forms next to my desk. My fingers brushed against the chip in my mahogany desk, and my heart flooded with remorse. I was blinded by rage when the procedure failed, when I was the one who failed. Failed to realize he was the best man on my team. I felt a a feeling I had not felt in a while.Remorse for my actions. Putting family-owned companies out of business? Not even a pull at my heart strings. Putting hundredes of thousands of patients to rest? Not a tear or a night of restlessness. My eyes fell on the pair on men's dog tags I wore.
"Rick H. Peruenna, None, B positive" it blared from the indented letters that once hung from the werewolves' neck. That thing , on purpose or not, gave birth to the woman that stood hands resting on her desk, worrying. I stood up and set off to whatever life needed of me.
((Inside Kacie's private office, after hours. Only two men and herself are present inside the building, everyone has checked out and gone home)!)
Gates. Jacobs. Tell me. Have you found anything interesting about. ... The subject we discussed?" I asked the two body-builder looking men standing i front of my desk. "Take a seat. " I said, and waved towards two metal chairs in the corner of the room. They obliged. Good, I thought, they fell for the trap. I was given word that these particular men were selling company information for money. But these wee not just building plans or tax rates, they sold out the secret science. I had sent the two of them out to find a man named Matthaus Pein. I heard from trusted sources that 1) Matthaus was a amazing human killer, which I was in short supply of, since the last two I hired tries to make a move on me. I almost felt emotion for them. They were dead before they could even draw air in their lungs. 2) that these two particular guards were traitors
"Matthaus Pein is highly capable of doing what you require Madame. " I Leaned forward in my seat and slapped the oaf. His cheek stung red, but he knew better than to cry out. Then, I opened a desk drawer and pulled out a metal remote, an pressed a button . Metal cuffs snapped around their arms, legs, and torsos, holding them in place in the chairs. "You have done well with your mission. But I have intel that you have been selling company secrets, am I right?" The men looked at each other . Other than that, you would have no idea what they were thinking. But I learned how to read body launguage long ago. "Yes, you did it, and you knew somehow I was confronting you about it today. And they are coming to break you out soon. " I said smoothly. Two mouths dropped. " oh don't worry about-". I was cut off by the sound of a gas grenade being dropped in the room. I quickly dunked my glasses cleaning rag in water and held it over my mouth. It was just a smoke bomb, I realized, as a figure Appeared out of the smoke. Floored and unconscious in 15 seconds. Next was 18 seconds. 27,37,17,10.6 men dropped when my attackers stopped and the smoke cleared. Both men were dead. A familiar face peered out of the remaining mist. Garret
Chanler. He smiled. "Target terminated boss. " he said. I smiled back, a horrible sight. "tell me what you know about Matthaus Pein."
15 years ago
It was a chilly winter's Saturday night, and Mr. and Mrs.Chase had just gotten home from work. It was a very stressful day, but relived they were going on vacation in the Bahamas tomorrow, just the two of them. Once they had packed.and gotten in bed, they soon fell asleep. But at about 12:45 AM Mrs.Chase's phone rang. It was a unknown number. She often got calls like this, as she was t he Co-director of Chase Motor oil, a very large yet regional company based in South Carolina.
"Hello? This is Sarah Chase. Why, may I ask, are you calling so l
early in the morning?"
A man's voice spoke into the phone. A deep yet raspy voice. "Look to the front steps." And the line went dead. Peter Chase had just woken up beside his wife, and asked "What the hell was that?"
"I don't know." She said, just as confused as he was.
"Well? What did the person say? You look frightened!" And she did. She loved reading mystery books late at night, and now it seemed one was coming to life!
"He said; 'look to the front steps' and hung up!"
Sarah, I reuse to let you go fall into a paparazzi trap." Peter said and layed back down, a sign the conversation was over.
"You are probably right dear." She said, and layed back down to sleep again.But at 2:30 they were woken up again by the sounds of a child crying. Sarah shook Peter awake. "Honey, I am going down there."
"No Sarah. They are probably just trying to get you out of the house so they can interview you."
Sarah Chase didn't think so. Her father was famous, and no one played a nasty trick like this. They would have to be evil to do something like that. "Peter. Sweetie. Wake up. I am going down there wether you like it o not. A child needs me. Are you coming or not?"
Peter sighed, used to his wife's stubborness, and frankly, tired of the kid crying. They put on their bathrobe s and slippers and opened the front door. A small child was laying on the doorstep, just like in a movie. A worn yellow cloth bound the child in attempts to stay warm, but it wasn't working. The child was turning blue from the cold.
Sarah started to cry, oh how cruel she was for leaving this innocent baby alone in a winter's night!
Peter said"We need to send it to an orphanage. It does not belong to us! And we don't have time for a child. Besides, we are going to the Bahamas tomorrow.-"
"You are damn selfish Peter Chase. This poor child has been left alone,in the 31 degree weather, and abandoned! We are going to keep her you selfish bastard. And it is a human being, not an IT! She is now one of us.you had better go buy another ticket for the cruise, or I am not going at all." And she stomped in the house and slammed the door. Peter sighed and sat down on the front steps. Then he quickly gasped and ran to the door and tried to open it. A group of wolves were circled around the house. This was strange, since wolves were not native to South Carolina, but then the oddest thing happened.one of the wolves spoke."that is my daughter, the last of the Pruenna clan. Take her in your doors and name her as you please, but she will always be my Chloe Peruenna." The wolf said, and started up the steps, leaving the other wolves behind. Out of his mouth the wolf dropped a dogtag, the kind they give out to men that have served in the armed forces. "Rick H. Peruenna, None, B positive " name, religion, blood type. The wolf backed away to its pack, and left. A terrified Mr. Chase bust in the house with the dog tags hanging from his hand. "SHHHHHHHHHH you ignorant asshole! I just got her to sleep" the baby was snoring peacefully in a bread basket. It had to be old enough to not need its mother's milk, but she was young enough that they had to watch her 24/7. "What is wrong dear?" Sarah said, and carried the bread basket baby over to the couch. Mr.Chase sat down in a flurry and quickly explined what had happened outside with the wolves. "Chloe is a cute name for her." But she sounded doubtful. Chloe Davenhorrt and her husband owned the top competing Motor oil company, and caused the two a lot of time and heartache. "How about Hannah?" Peter said. "After your mother."
"That sounds like a great name. Hannah Kellie Chase. "Kellie after your sister Peter." "Sounds good to me!"
8 years later.
"GO SIT ON MY BED UNTIL I COME GET YOU!" My daddy yelled at me. I had run up to hug him, and accidentally spilled hot tea all over himself, ruining his $12000 doller suit. Oh well, I thought. He can get another. And trudged up the staircase to my parents room. I was to short to reach the door handles, so I pressed the automatic door opener my parents installed. I kicked my My little pony sneakers of and sat impatiently for daddy to come up. Jerk. I though. Oh, the beating I would get if my parents ever heard me say THAT. it was the most foul word in my 8 year old vocabulary. I don't know what shit means. What daddy dropped his suitcase on his foot, that is what he said. I wondered what it means. It was taking daddy longer than normal. Normally he comes up after a few minutes and give the whole 'dont do it again' rant, then I would be free to go do whatever I want. I soon got bored and Jumped on daddy's bed. But then I got tired and sat back down, my curly brown hair all messed up. Mommy will have a fit. Then the greatest idea hit me. I will hide behind the door and scare daddy! I he does that all the time to me! But then I decided it would be to obvious. So I ran into daddy's office. It was the smallest room in the house, besides the closest. it was only the size of a swimming pool. But only the swimming pool was on the 3rd floor, near the suenna or whatever it's called. Suana. that's it. I quickly ran in. It was a room with one wall entirely Windows, one file cabinets, and the other two desks and various laptops were scattered, among them a sea of paperwork. I hid behind the door, but soon half an hour passed. Daddy probably forgot about me again. Bored, I opened a random file cabinet. "P" was printed on the cabinet. Nothing interesting..... I threw file after file out of the cabinet and tossed them on the ground. Then a word caught my eye. Peruenna. It was the same word on my ugly silver necklace in the back of my closet. My new favorite was a really expensive one. I don't remember the number on it, it is to high for me to count. I could only count to 10,000. Oh well. I read the paper. Oh! A magic paper? What is a werewolf? Who was Chloe Peruenna? A favorite character from one of daddy's movies with the three x's on it? I am only allowed to watch PG movies. Wait..... a discovery shook me like nothing ever had. I was....this Chloe girl they were talking about? The one with another word in her DNA.....what was it........ Exopilline? What's that? Then I another discovery made my insides convulse. I wasn't born from my parents? I was like Katrina Henderson in my class? What was the word....ADOPTED?! No way I was adopted. I started to cry. Soon Mommy and Daddy came charging up the stairs, and found me with the papers. They explained everything. But instead of hating them and lying to me, I was happy. My daddy was still alive! And he lives right across town! My parents hastily agreed to take me there for some unknown reason, but only after dinner.
I ate faster that night than any other in history. My dinner was down the hatch in 2 minutes flat.My parents dressed me in a black and red dress, which seemed strange. It was was the dress i wore to grandma Harriet's funeral. I wasn't going to die!
The drive there was only 15 minutes, but I was so excited. I had never left Charleston before! We were going to a place called a condo development. It just looked like miniature houses to me. 999 was the address. We walked up to to it, and I wrung the doorbell. A moan and what sounded like a growl treated the ringing of the bell. Daddy and Mommy went to the car, leaving me alone on the porch. I opened the door slowly and poked my head in. A man was clutching his head, when he looked at me, his eyes were golden his lips drew back in a snarl, then this eyes turned grey, just like mine. RUN!!!! the man yelled and he morphed int a dog. No. A wolf. Blood dripped from its foam covered mouth. My eyes widened and I ran out of the door, and the wolf followed me in hot pursit, and gaining ground fast. Soon he was upon me. I remember a vicious pain higher than anything I could ever describe. My brain was in overload from the pain. The smell of blood flooded my nose. Four razors cut a jagged line into my face, blood mixed in blood, and by the time the cops arrived, no one could tell the difference between the red silk of the dress and the blood soaking it.
*present*
"Your scouts have followed Matthaus to -?@$ wood. We are dispatching a team out currently. I-"
"No Dr.Thomas. I will go myself. Never have I seen the audacity so great on a Hunter. I will go myself, tell him of my cause. And trust me. I can hold my own in a fight. Any objections Dr?" I said. Shelby Thomas shrunk back and nodded quickly in agreement.
"Good" I said, and left the room. That was to easy. Now off I go.
*SCENE CHANGE*
((This is the exact conversation Matthaus and Kacie had in their first meeting (shoutbox). Since this conversation began with Matthaus talking, then Katie responding, I will say they were already partway through the conversation. Also Tammy and Terra were talking at the same time. Comments with adjustments will have a * next to them.))
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"Are you willing to assist the cause?"* Matthaus said to the cloaked figure.
"Willing? I am above merely assisting wiping this stain off of the face of the earth.to find a cure for the disease of humanity that alters their DNA.I will stop the spread of the monster that kills and poisons the humans, the superior beings." I said to him with a sneer in my voice. Only if he knew what and who I was...."No "Matthaus Pein" I will not help. I will lead a revolution to end the rein of terror monsters have started on our race.No Matthaus.I will lead."
"Altering their DNA? Is that a possibility?" Matthaus said.
"Yes. Multiple subjects have been tested.It is possible after months of tests and procedures, to save them the monster inside, and turn them human. It is level 10 clearance, but I have seen it work with my own eye!" I quickly regretted saying that. Now he may have a lead on who I am.
" That's astounding. Perhaps they can be saved.. I was unaware of such a cure. But who's athority do you serve under?What's your purpose behind this?"
Who's at authority? He didn't know who he was talking to. I had all the authority and cause I needed.
"As I said earlier, all of this is top secret.My scouts tell me you are helping to stop this madness?Perhaps I can pull a few strings, but you must prove your worth. I cannot have a random scoundrel running around with all my secrets!You must prove your worth to me first." Pull a few strings? I controlled the whole loom. His dedication is all I needed. A earpeice sent static through my ear. Doctors were calling me back, telling me they needed my presence. I ignored it. I had much larger things to do.
"Prove my worth? You mean to ask if
I have the sheer will to butcher one of the filthy animals?.. More than enough.if you need me to demonstrate my intentions name a target and I'll retrieve whatever of their organs or heart you require."I liked this one. All of the other foolish failures I had hired just wanted money. This one was perfect. Driven emotionally, I could tell this was a true warrior.
"There is hope for you yet little soldier. There is hope for you yet." I said, nodding in appreciation.
"But know this.By accepting your offer, I'm not pledging my alliance to you. I serve a different power. But you have fought my attention, so I am willing to serve you for the time being. .......And don't call me little." He added after minute. I didn't need his total and utter allegiance, but he will soon wish he did.
"Ah yes. Men and their independence. I require several test subjects, alive.They are useless to me dead, although I know we are one step closer to creating a pure world, I cannot save them if they are dead.My experiments die fast in the labs." I said, finally coming closer to my real purpose of coming here."The weaklings. I need several subjects delivered unharmed to @$#='">¥"( I handed him a paper with my gloved hand. No fingerprints for him to find."A man will be waiting in a red Studebaker. 1800 hours, two weeks from next Friday. I require at least 10. I am holding you to your deal Matthaus. Double crossing me will result in your death."* I said, and I meant it.
"Hm. I can grant that. I don't believe we have been formally introduced. I am Matthus, but I am sure your scouts all ready told you that. Who might you be?" He said. He w as right. I knew more about him than he would ever knew. I knew what restraint he ate at for breakfast. I know the last Exile he killed was a werewolf. I know almost everything about his physical life. His past? Not so much. There were lots of gaps and holes. More crackling as my earpiece repeated its message. I would have to leave soon.
"I am ending this conversation for today. I am holding you to your deal Matthaus.Two weeks from next Friday.1800 hours. Don't be late. My identity is none of your concern. Deliver with the subjects, and a your questions will be answered." I said, and began to retreat back from were I came from.
"....fine." Matthaus said behind me.
"Good." I said, and never looked back.