Post by SnakeFire on Mar 3, 2005 19:54:42 GMT -5
(It's not as exciting as the other chapters, but it explains a lot.)
CHAPTER I
.................
-"Kylie? What are you doing?!"
-"I want to see how I do with a 44!"
-"Well, make it quick- we have to go!"
-"Sure thing Pap!"
So typical of her. She always wants to see how much farther she can go. Even though I always tell her not to do that- after she broke that blackbelt's nose during her fifth class in Tae Quan Do eleven years ago, I keep her on a short leash when it comes to showing off. That is my granddaughter, Kylie.
James-"Well, she has gotten good."
custodian-"Good? She shoots like a man! If my kid had eyes like that, I would have a lot of tropheys gracing my wall."
James-"I don't hunt, and she couldn't bring herself to kill something for the thrill of the hunt."
custodian-"If not for the hunt than why would she want to learn?"
James-"She never really learned how to shoot- it was just an impulse."
custodian-"So she was born with the talent.."
James-"You can say that.."
What was I going to say- that she was a superhuman?
I have been hiding for the past seventeen years. Hiding from an enemy that claims to not be my enemy. Yet, they found it neccessary to kidnapp her when she was only a couple months old, so they could put a chip in the back of her neck.
You see, I was a part of a government project, to change normal beings into the perfect killing machines. We didn't take them against their will, mind you- they wanted to do this.
We completely changed them. First, we put a chip in the back of their necks that linked to what you would call, their memory. This helped them with the photographic memory that they would be training with. The chips were also a tracking device, for when we would ever need it. After the chips were in place, we laced their skeletons with a titanium alloy, replacing their joints with steel to better support their body. It was able, but would grow along with their bones. We ended up putting titanium around their spinal chords, so we wouldn't be risking any of them getting any form of paralysis.in the future. Next, we injected the genetic makeup of pure human muscle and added it to their own. By enhancing this, we could control how much pressure and work their muscles could take.
This operation usually took months, so we did about 50 at a time. It took them a year to fully heal and to go through physical therapy- putting all of that unnatural material in their bodies put a lot of stress on them. Especially at such a young age. They were just kids, five or six years old. We mostly got them out of orphanages- I should say the military, but I didn't stop them. I personaly asked each and every one of them if they wanted to have these things done to them, and if they would then give us their service. These children wanted to be anywhere that wasn't a place that would always remind them of how they had no true home. So, they of course said yes.
Other times, it would be our own families that would join. My two sons wanted in. I knew that it wasn't the best idea to have them being a part of this, but for little kids, they were very persuasive..
As my sons and the other kids got older, with all of the training that we put them through, they were more independent than most thirty year olds. They practiced in many different forms of fighting, but mostly in ninjutsu.That was the most useful when it came to their sniper training. Doing this for ten years straight gave them the senses like that of animals- eyes like a hawk, and they could hit you like a snake. We somehow added in sharp-shooting and bladed weapons.
Everyone wanted them. But, we would only send them to take control of hostage situations, or to investigate terrorist settlements. The project was running smoothly, not to mention, my sons were two of the best that we had trained. We sent them with their group to do the dangerous stuff.
But, nothing is perfect, as we learned that we were under the control of an underground organization. These people, Monolith was the name, wanted us to start training them to do, other things. I can not bring myself to say what. They started trading the students to "unnamed sources". We found out later on, that they were being hired to assassinate political figures. It was then that I knew, the only way to stop it was to end the project.
None of us could get away from them. My sons, and a number of others tried to cut ourselves from them completely. Monolith wouldn't have it. The last thing that I remembered was getting a disturbing call from the youngest of my two, saying that he had just found the murdered body of his wife, and that his daughter had been kidnapped. He took his brother and stormed the old laboratory that we used to work at.
She doesn't remember anything that happened. She does on occassion ask about her mother and father- but not as often (she's gotten used to not getting a straight answer).
For some reason though, she has the same traits as someone who had been trained in the ways like her father. She wanted to learn ninjutsu for some reason, when she was ten. She learned more in the past five years than our students learned in fifteen. Than she started getting into weapons. But, it was how fast she learned to fight with them that astounded me. It was almost like she had all of this information stored in her head.
We walked out of the gun range, with her putting on her sweater- It was cool in Rochester, now in the Fall. Rochester was big, but not like New York City. Just small enough for us to not be seen by anyone. She had always wondered why we were constantly on the move, but was also smart in not asking, for she knew that I wouldn't answer. We began walking down the same street that would eventually lead us to our house. We lived with ease, not needing to worry about making sacrifices. But, I did make sure to put in my own version of "motherly touches"...
Before we get home, we always go to this park, that's about five blocks from home. We sit down in the same spot, everytime we leave the range- a bench right in front of an old swing. The playground itself was old, but not in the rundown fashion that most old things look..
Kylie-"Hey Pap- I am really tired.."
James-"Why? You were just shooting guns. Not like you were attacking your punching bag for six hours straight."
Kylie-"I don't know. My head kind of hurts."
James-"How long have you been getting those headaches for?"
Kylie-"Just this past week."
James-"Oh ok.."
Kylie-"Don't worry Pap. It's nothing. Just tension is all- it'll go away,,"
She smiled, trying to make me feel some sort of comfort. Didn't work. I knew that it was the chip. It had to have been- she had never had headaches this frequent, and so severe. I caught her one night, with her head practically in the head, heaving out dinner. It angered me to see this, thinking (knowing) that it was because of someone else. And, she had never been sick before in her life- and I do mean the words IN HER LIFE literally.
As I was thinking this to myself, I looked at her. She was staring intently at a mother pushing her son on a swing. She smiled while watching the mother, who was now giving her son the "one, two, threeee!" push. The little boy was laughing,obviously enjoying herself. Having no mother growing up, you would have thought that she would be uncomfortable watching something like this. But, Kylie waslucky to have at least her mother's outlook on things. You could tell that there was some desperation- whenever she really started thinking about her parentless life she would take hold of a butterfly charm, that was hanging from a leather neclace- It was her mother's.
Kylie looked at me wanting to ask something while shaking off the pain. But, she did not go through with the question.
James-"What is it?"
Kylie-"Ohh, nothin. I was just thinking of something."
James-"Why do you lie?"
Kylie-"Because I know that you won't give me-"
James-"What?- a straight answer?" (sarcasm)
Kylie-"Could you just tell me what she was like? I don't want to know what happened or how it happened or who did it- I just want to know what she was like..."
I was not shocked by this. I had never even shown her a picture of her mom, let alone tell Kylie about her. I had reason to not say anything about her father- she would have been in danger if she really knew. I guess that over the years, I had gotten used to being asked and saying "I will tell you one day- just not this one".
James-"Your mother, was, one of a kind. I know that it's sort of cheezy, but she was perfect. I remember when you cried, and she would always pick you up and just look at you. If you kept on with the tears, she would just hold you and smile. She'd always put her finger out to you, and you would grasp it, almost like she was just holding your hand. She was very patient, in the ways that she did things. She had to put up with a lot of waiting, but she always held on to the same old "glass half full" routine. I always said that she was the perfect match for your fath-"
I stopped. I never crossed the line that would lead to daddy.
As it was, she was still happy with the description that I had given to her. She than got up, with a look of what seemed to be joy mixed in with relief.
James-"I hope that's all for today."
Kylie-"You did fine Pap.."
James-"Good thing- I just got hunger pains."
CHAPTER I
.................
-"Kylie? What are you doing?!"
-"I want to see how I do with a 44!"
-"Well, make it quick- we have to go!"
-"Sure thing Pap!"
So typical of her. She always wants to see how much farther she can go. Even though I always tell her not to do that- after she broke that blackbelt's nose during her fifth class in Tae Quan Do eleven years ago, I keep her on a short leash when it comes to showing off. That is my granddaughter, Kylie.
James-"Well, she has gotten good."
custodian-"Good? She shoots like a man! If my kid had eyes like that, I would have a lot of tropheys gracing my wall."
James-"I don't hunt, and she couldn't bring herself to kill something for the thrill of the hunt."
custodian-"If not for the hunt than why would she want to learn?"
James-"She never really learned how to shoot- it was just an impulse."
custodian-"So she was born with the talent.."
James-"You can say that.."
What was I going to say- that she was a superhuman?
I have been hiding for the past seventeen years. Hiding from an enemy that claims to not be my enemy. Yet, they found it neccessary to kidnapp her when she was only a couple months old, so they could put a chip in the back of her neck.
You see, I was a part of a government project, to change normal beings into the perfect killing machines. We didn't take them against their will, mind you- they wanted to do this.
We completely changed them. First, we put a chip in the back of their necks that linked to what you would call, their memory. This helped them with the photographic memory that they would be training with. The chips were also a tracking device, for when we would ever need it. After the chips were in place, we laced their skeletons with a titanium alloy, replacing their joints with steel to better support their body. It was able, but would grow along with their bones. We ended up putting titanium around their spinal chords, so we wouldn't be risking any of them getting any form of paralysis.in the future. Next, we injected the genetic makeup of pure human muscle and added it to their own. By enhancing this, we could control how much pressure and work their muscles could take.
This operation usually took months, so we did about 50 at a time. It took them a year to fully heal and to go through physical therapy- putting all of that unnatural material in their bodies put a lot of stress on them. Especially at such a young age. They were just kids, five or six years old. We mostly got them out of orphanages- I should say the military, but I didn't stop them. I personaly asked each and every one of them if they wanted to have these things done to them, and if they would then give us their service. These children wanted to be anywhere that wasn't a place that would always remind them of how they had no true home. So, they of course said yes.
Other times, it would be our own families that would join. My two sons wanted in. I knew that it wasn't the best idea to have them being a part of this, but for little kids, they were very persuasive..
As my sons and the other kids got older, with all of the training that we put them through, they were more independent than most thirty year olds. They practiced in many different forms of fighting, but mostly in ninjutsu.That was the most useful when it came to their sniper training. Doing this for ten years straight gave them the senses like that of animals- eyes like a hawk, and they could hit you like a snake. We somehow added in sharp-shooting and bladed weapons.
Everyone wanted them. But, we would only send them to take control of hostage situations, or to investigate terrorist settlements. The project was running smoothly, not to mention, my sons were two of the best that we had trained. We sent them with their group to do the dangerous stuff.
But, nothing is perfect, as we learned that we were under the control of an underground organization. These people, Monolith was the name, wanted us to start training them to do, other things. I can not bring myself to say what. They started trading the students to "unnamed sources". We found out later on, that they were being hired to assassinate political figures. It was then that I knew, the only way to stop it was to end the project.
None of us could get away from them. My sons, and a number of others tried to cut ourselves from them completely. Monolith wouldn't have it. The last thing that I remembered was getting a disturbing call from the youngest of my two, saying that he had just found the murdered body of his wife, and that his daughter had been kidnapped. He took his brother and stormed the old laboratory that we used to work at.
She doesn't remember anything that happened. She does on occassion ask about her mother and father- but not as often (she's gotten used to not getting a straight answer).
For some reason though, she has the same traits as someone who had been trained in the ways like her father. She wanted to learn ninjutsu for some reason, when she was ten. She learned more in the past five years than our students learned in fifteen. Than she started getting into weapons. But, it was how fast she learned to fight with them that astounded me. It was almost like she had all of this information stored in her head.
We walked out of the gun range, with her putting on her sweater- It was cool in Rochester, now in the Fall. Rochester was big, but not like New York City. Just small enough for us to not be seen by anyone. She had always wondered why we were constantly on the move, but was also smart in not asking, for she knew that I wouldn't answer. We began walking down the same street that would eventually lead us to our house. We lived with ease, not needing to worry about making sacrifices. But, I did make sure to put in my own version of "motherly touches"...
Before we get home, we always go to this park, that's about five blocks from home. We sit down in the same spot, everytime we leave the range- a bench right in front of an old swing. The playground itself was old, but not in the rundown fashion that most old things look..
Kylie-"Hey Pap- I am really tired.."
James-"Why? You were just shooting guns. Not like you were attacking your punching bag for six hours straight."
Kylie-"I don't know. My head kind of hurts."
James-"How long have you been getting those headaches for?"
Kylie-"Just this past week."
James-"Oh ok.."
Kylie-"Don't worry Pap. It's nothing. Just tension is all- it'll go away,,"
She smiled, trying to make me feel some sort of comfort. Didn't work. I knew that it was the chip. It had to have been- she had never had headaches this frequent, and so severe. I caught her one night, with her head practically in the head, heaving out dinner. It angered me to see this, thinking (knowing) that it was because of someone else. And, she had never been sick before in her life- and I do mean the words IN HER LIFE literally.
As I was thinking this to myself, I looked at her. She was staring intently at a mother pushing her son on a swing. She smiled while watching the mother, who was now giving her son the "one, two, threeee!" push. The little boy was laughing,obviously enjoying herself. Having no mother growing up, you would have thought that she would be uncomfortable watching something like this. But, Kylie waslucky to have at least her mother's outlook on things. You could tell that there was some desperation- whenever she really started thinking about her parentless life she would take hold of a butterfly charm, that was hanging from a leather neclace- It was her mother's.
Kylie looked at me wanting to ask something while shaking off the pain. But, she did not go through with the question.
James-"What is it?"
Kylie-"Ohh, nothin. I was just thinking of something."
James-"Why do you lie?"
Kylie-"Because I know that you won't give me-"
James-"What?- a straight answer?" (sarcasm)
Kylie-"Could you just tell me what she was like? I don't want to know what happened or how it happened or who did it- I just want to know what she was like..."
I was not shocked by this. I had never even shown her a picture of her mom, let alone tell Kylie about her. I had reason to not say anything about her father- she would have been in danger if she really knew. I guess that over the years, I had gotten used to being asked and saying "I will tell you one day- just not this one".
James-"Your mother, was, one of a kind. I know that it's sort of cheezy, but she was perfect. I remember when you cried, and she would always pick you up and just look at you. If you kept on with the tears, she would just hold you and smile. She'd always put her finger out to you, and you would grasp it, almost like she was just holding your hand. She was very patient, in the ways that she did things. She had to put up with a lot of waiting, but she always held on to the same old "glass half full" routine. I always said that she was the perfect match for your fath-"
I stopped. I never crossed the line that would lead to daddy.
As it was, she was still happy with the description that I had given to her. She than got up, with a look of what seemed to be joy mixed in with relief.
James-"I hope that's all for today."
Kylie-"You did fine Pap.."
James-"Good thing- I just got hunger pains."
Not that there is anything wrong with that it's just been done to death. Or...so I thought. 
;D
