Post by SnakeFire on Mar 2, 2005 17:30:35 GMT -5
This is just a foreward to the new story. I made it a letter to an important character (when I'm done with the first chapter you'll understand this more..)
FOREWARD
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Hello my dear friend. It has been so long since we have last spoken. Of course, this will be our last conversation, sadly only on my part.
Over the past couple of years, I have been in a trance- an unspoken silence. Thinking of all of the things that we had done. Thinking of all of the actions that we took upon ourselves and those around us. At first, I was skeptical of this feeling- this loathing of the wrongs that we had committed our lives to in the past. Can you believe, I was actually thinking of ending my pain? You are probably laughing right now, thinking of how obsurd I must be. But, I stopped myself. I thought to myself, why should I die? Why should I end my suffering, after all of the suffering that I caused? There is no question- I am a monster. A monster who was once a man with a dream so outrageous, yet so bright in the eyes of the willing. You know; you were once one of the willing.
I know that you must hate me. Or you pity me- do not. I would rather be hated by you old friend. That would show a passionate side, one that I once knew. Pity is for those who you feel sorry for. Why, should anyone feel sorry for me? What did I not have? I feel for those, who's lives that we have taken. The children, who did not have a childhood because we wanted them to be men. Instead, we turned them into drones.
Seventeen years ago, you tried to stop us. You tried to keep us from going farther into our research and our experiments. Than, I thought that you had become soft, and became weak. I thought that you shouldn't have been apart of this, because of you being a parent. You having your sons once a part of this project, I thought, would have had to have been somewhat insane.
Now, I know that it wasn't you being soft, but having gained sense enough to walk away at the right moment. It is now, I wish that I had followed you. I have foresaken myself to a life of watching sin and letting it happen. You may have thought that it was greed that made me stay. You will not believe, that it was actually the same dream, that you had once supported. Yes, it is still the stubborn son of a b*tch that you knew from thirty years. I now am completely ratified of my dream- the dream that we could create the perfect human.
It is amazing, how long we as humans have wanted perfection for ourselves. We wanted this thing that we couldn't even describe, because it was so delicate. I, made my own definition of the word perfection, in the way it was aimed at man. Perfection was strength, endurance, intelligence, and discipline. The reality of it was more like the perfect soldier. The fantasy of the perfect soldiers who would be used to keep safe all that we know as innocense. And we were doing so good...
We used the species that were below us, the genetic make up of animals, to make our soldiers stronger, and to better their reflexes. We put titanium across their bones so they could last longer. We trained them, non-stop for hours a day, every single day, so they could kill a man with their bare hands when needed. They did not ask for money for the tasks that we gave them. They did it for what seemed to be the right purposes. And, you and I were in glory.
Ah, those were the old days. Now, they train them differently. They train them in what seems to be several weeks, instead of years. Who knew, that with just a probe in the brain, you could become the greatest fighter. Yet, we all know that there is no such thing as perfection. These new men and women are villainous. They live for the kill and get thrill from it. I knew that it would sicken you, in what they were than being bought for. Each and every terrorist organization that hired us to do their biddings, looked at our experiments like guns- we'll take them. The innocence that was once our goal to keep, became the thing that just went away.
I know now, that what happened sixteen years ago, was indeed fact. Your granddaughter was the first of our experiment. She was the one that was proof of perfection, and still is. How hard it must have been for your son, having already seen his slaughtered wife, than seeing the child that was his, crying with stitches, the only evidence of the operations made on her. I hope that those scars are not there for her to wonder..
You need to get her to run. I know that you have been trying to find peace in this world so you could find a place to let her live, like your sons could and can not. And I know, that you have been the only thing like a father to her. But, her life is in danger of that same tirany, that we helped produce. Do not let them get her. Tell her to run. I do not want to be taken from this world knowing that I could have made somewhat of a difference for the better. I know that I am probably nothing to you, but you must take this with all seriousness.
There are some things happening. Things that they are doing to their test subjects that will make them eligible for any order- whether they want to participate or not. And they want her to be one of the main subjects.
Get her out while you still have time. After I left, they started locating everyone who dismissed themselves from the project. They will come and take her from you, and either use her or bring to her an early death. Please do not let her get caught. If they were to capture her, she would be the truth of destruction. Don't let her live that kind of life.
Knowing you, you will make her go alone. You will stay at your home and wait for them to kill you. I know this because I am doing the exact same thing. Knowing of their plans for so long has drained me of all life's worth. I am now just a wasted old man, who has seen more than he has wished to.
And you need not worry of your precious love. She will not be running alone- I have spoken to others before you. She will have some sort of protection against all of what will be coming- and make no mistake- it will be coming. I don't know how you should tell her. After all, you are the parent.
I remember the old Mary Shelley book, Frankenstein. We were all like Victor, who wanted to create life so badly. Instead of something that should have been life, we created something that brought death. But, was it the monster's fault, for becoming evil? No. It was his creators fault, for becoming to curious, and for going to far with his passions. Sounds like me. Except, Victor died of a broken heart- we'll die with guns pointed at our heads with the words "Nothing personal- just buisness" to remember as we reach the gates of Heaven. Heh; you'll be going to Heaven, and I will be thrown to the pits of Hell. The Lord must have a tap on me, with a list a mile long. And hey- I deserve it,do I not?
To bad, it is now that I feel real remorse for my actions. It pains me to know that I could have protected your family from their anger of you and yours leaving. As an accquaintance, I am glad to be able to give you this information, and this warning. I do bid you adeu my old friend. Let us only hope now, that our deaths will be given to us swiftly. But, I will not hope for such things. I have been wanting this for a long time. I might as well keep a lasting memory.
A friend on my part,
Jonice Henrickson
FOREWARD
..................
Hello my dear friend. It has been so long since we have last spoken. Of course, this will be our last conversation, sadly only on my part.
Over the past couple of years, I have been in a trance- an unspoken silence. Thinking of all of the things that we had done. Thinking of all of the actions that we took upon ourselves and those around us. At first, I was skeptical of this feeling- this loathing of the wrongs that we had committed our lives to in the past. Can you believe, I was actually thinking of ending my pain? You are probably laughing right now, thinking of how obsurd I must be. But, I stopped myself. I thought to myself, why should I die? Why should I end my suffering, after all of the suffering that I caused? There is no question- I am a monster. A monster who was once a man with a dream so outrageous, yet so bright in the eyes of the willing. You know; you were once one of the willing.
I know that you must hate me. Or you pity me- do not. I would rather be hated by you old friend. That would show a passionate side, one that I once knew. Pity is for those who you feel sorry for. Why, should anyone feel sorry for me? What did I not have? I feel for those, who's lives that we have taken. The children, who did not have a childhood because we wanted them to be men. Instead, we turned them into drones.
Seventeen years ago, you tried to stop us. You tried to keep us from going farther into our research and our experiments. Than, I thought that you had become soft, and became weak. I thought that you shouldn't have been apart of this, because of you being a parent. You having your sons once a part of this project, I thought, would have had to have been somewhat insane.
Now, I know that it wasn't you being soft, but having gained sense enough to walk away at the right moment. It is now, I wish that I had followed you. I have foresaken myself to a life of watching sin and letting it happen. You may have thought that it was greed that made me stay. You will not believe, that it was actually the same dream, that you had once supported. Yes, it is still the stubborn son of a b*tch that you knew from thirty years. I now am completely ratified of my dream- the dream that we could create the perfect human.
It is amazing, how long we as humans have wanted perfection for ourselves. We wanted this thing that we couldn't even describe, because it was so delicate. I, made my own definition of the word perfection, in the way it was aimed at man. Perfection was strength, endurance, intelligence, and discipline. The reality of it was more like the perfect soldier. The fantasy of the perfect soldiers who would be used to keep safe all that we know as innocense. And we were doing so good...
We used the species that were below us, the genetic make up of animals, to make our soldiers stronger, and to better their reflexes. We put titanium across their bones so they could last longer. We trained them, non-stop for hours a day, every single day, so they could kill a man with their bare hands when needed. They did not ask for money for the tasks that we gave them. They did it for what seemed to be the right purposes. And, you and I were in glory.
Ah, those were the old days. Now, they train them differently. They train them in what seems to be several weeks, instead of years. Who knew, that with just a probe in the brain, you could become the greatest fighter. Yet, we all know that there is no such thing as perfection. These new men and women are villainous. They live for the kill and get thrill from it. I knew that it would sicken you, in what they were than being bought for. Each and every terrorist organization that hired us to do their biddings, looked at our experiments like guns- we'll take them. The innocence that was once our goal to keep, became the thing that just went away.
I know now, that what happened sixteen years ago, was indeed fact. Your granddaughter was the first of our experiment. She was the one that was proof of perfection, and still is. How hard it must have been for your son, having already seen his slaughtered wife, than seeing the child that was his, crying with stitches, the only evidence of the operations made on her. I hope that those scars are not there for her to wonder..
You need to get her to run. I know that you have been trying to find peace in this world so you could find a place to let her live, like your sons could and can not. And I know, that you have been the only thing like a father to her. But, her life is in danger of that same tirany, that we helped produce. Do not let them get her. Tell her to run. I do not want to be taken from this world knowing that I could have made somewhat of a difference for the better. I know that I am probably nothing to you, but you must take this with all seriousness.
There are some things happening. Things that they are doing to their test subjects that will make them eligible for any order- whether they want to participate or not. And they want her to be one of the main subjects.
Get her out while you still have time. After I left, they started locating everyone who dismissed themselves from the project. They will come and take her from you, and either use her or bring to her an early death. Please do not let her get caught. If they were to capture her, she would be the truth of destruction. Don't let her live that kind of life.
Knowing you, you will make her go alone. You will stay at your home and wait for them to kill you. I know this because I am doing the exact same thing. Knowing of their plans for so long has drained me of all life's worth. I am now just a wasted old man, who has seen more than he has wished to.
And you need not worry of your precious love. She will not be running alone- I have spoken to others before you. She will have some sort of protection against all of what will be coming- and make no mistake- it will be coming. I don't know how you should tell her. After all, you are the parent.
I remember the old Mary Shelley book, Frankenstein. We were all like Victor, who wanted to create life so badly. Instead of something that should have been life, we created something that brought death. But, was it the monster's fault, for becoming evil? No. It was his creators fault, for becoming to curious, and for going to far with his passions. Sounds like me. Except, Victor died of a broken heart- we'll die with guns pointed at our heads with the words "Nothing personal- just buisness" to remember as we reach the gates of Heaven. Heh; you'll be going to Heaven, and I will be thrown to the pits of Hell. The Lord must have a tap on me, with a list a mile long. And hey- I deserve it,do I not?
To bad, it is now that I feel real remorse for my actions. It pains me to know that I could have protected your family from their anger of you and yours leaving. As an accquaintance, I am glad to be able to give you this information, and this warning. I do bid you adeu my old friend. Let us only hope now, that our deaths will be given to us swiftly. But, I will not hope for such things. I have been wanting this for a long time. I might as well keep a lasting memory.
A friend on my part,
Jonice Henrickson
ITS GOOD nothing to be shaken about. I like to wonder. 
