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| K' | Aug 18 2008, 01:30 PM |
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Chapter 1: How Very Cliché There was a low murmur running through the course of the house, punctuated by sudden sharp and biting outbursts of anger. There were no lights turned on; the only source of any illumination seemed to be coming from one room. Even there the source seemed to be flickering and dimming with each passing second. The source of light was a small computer monitor; maybe only sixteen inches wide at the most. It appeared to be in the process of shutting down, but it was doing a terrible job; progressing ever so slowly, slow enough to shed some light on the four figures that had just been viewing the last moments of Dr. James Caldwell. In the paling light, it was an impossibility to discern any sort of vivid aesthetic appearances, but at least some sort of depth could be added to these four seemingly protagonists. Two of them wore their hair in the same manner, short cut and cropped enough to be spiked fashionably. One spoke in a low monotonous tone while the other seemed to be uptight and nervous, inferred from his low, heavy breathing. One had shoulder length hair, was a towering figure; it could be estimated that he stood well over six feet tall. He had a deep, gravelly voice; appearing to be the self-proclaimed leader of the group. The last figure was not male at all, it was a girl with long flowing hair, and pristine voice that seemingly spoke reason. By body positioning, it was quite obvious the nervous male was attracted to her. Tidbits of the conversation could be heard; they spoke so softly that it was nearly impossible to pick up anything without the keenest senses. Their conversation seemed to consist of “should we go?” and the replies of either a vehement “yes, of course!” or a “no, of course not!” It seemed they were at a crossroads of sorts; to either listen to the doctor’s instructions and seek out the Genesis Project, or to completely disregard everything they had seen tonight and continue on with their lives. Eventually three of the figures threw up their hands in exasperation and stalked off into the darkness, presumably towards the door so that they could leave this place and head towards the location of the Genesis Project; somewhere deep within the Ecuadorian mountains. I never mentioned that did I? This whole story takes place within Ecuador, where four oh so clichéd friends will seek a power to help them defeat the greatest evil. Oh so very cliché… The fourth figure seemed to be grumbling to himself before sprinting towards the others. It was the nervous one, he appeared to be the only one voicing complaints against the search for the Genesis Project. His argument? “For all we know, it could just be another one of those things like Origin! Maybe even one of the previously failed projects! We could die if we go there!” Apparently this was not convincing enough to the others. And then in suit of course, being the follower he had always been, the last figure followed them. It seemed everything was going according to Caldwell’s plan. Would these four unlikely heroes be the new face of hope for humanity? How very cliché. I had really hoped he would’ve noticed. All these cliché moments should have had at least a somewhat intelligent being second guessing him or herself. It makes the whole thing less fun. Eventually, after three hours and seventeen minutes of fruitless searching, the group finally stumbled upon what looked like the entrance to a sealed cavern, the marker that Dr. Caldwell had said would be the sign that the viewer had finally reached the resting place of the Genesis Project. As the group entered, they were faced by two bars running vertically into the ground, followed by some sort of HUD projection screen afterwards. The others glanced at each other uncertainly while the leader of the group, the one with the long hair, bravely strode up to the metal detector looking apparatus and passed through. Some form of full body scan took place and information began to appear on the screen. The leader observed the information for a short time, before signaling to the others that it was okay to pass through. Two of the others passed through smoothly, and it was finally the nervous one’s turn. His body was slick with sweat, as he timidly walked into the scanner. His vision was obscured momentarily by a green light, before his information appeared on the screen as well.
After nodding his head that his was correct, Paul Delgatto joined the others, shaking visibly; wondering why they all had to be subjected to a machine like that before entering the cavern. I suppose I should detail Paul’s history and how he came to arrive here. Paul came to Ecuador on a hiking trip, hoping that the fresh air and physical activity would help clear his mind. He had met the others in his stay at a hostel, and they had all quickly grown to be good friends. Well; being the lone four survivors from a terrorist attack will do that to a group. But enough about Paul’s history. What matters now is the present, and how Paul deals with his situation at hand. For you see, a man in a lab coat had just walked out from the large shadow cast by an unusual rock formation. A man whose face had a striking resemblance to Paul’s… “My name is Lance Delgatto. And I am…” “My dad…” Paul cut off the figure. It appeared as if this scientist was Paul’s father. What another cliché moment. Father and son reunited after a long period of time to save the world. I begin to question Paul’s mental stability. Lance Delgatto described that the Genesis Project was the finalized version of the Rebirth Project that Dr. Caldwell had drawn up, but had never put into action. Instead of altering the person’s actual molecular structure, the Genesis Project would simply design a biomechanical suit to provide the same powers. Heightened mental capacity, physical prowess, and above all the ability to alter the body’s molecular makeup; these were the powers granted by the Genesis Project. These powers would be the ones that allowed these four friends to defeat Origin. Lance described the strenuous training they would have to undergo. Not only would they need to pass through basic military drill; they would have to spend a copious amount of time pushing their bodies and minds to the breaking point, to make sure that each and every one of their beings was in peak condition. A period of one week, two weeks, and then a month passed without any disturbances. Paul Delgatto grew from the nervous, jumpy young man he used to be to a powerful, confident soldier that was ready to protect mankind. Wasn’t that the original reason he had come to Ecuador in the first place? At long last, Lance Delgatto proclaimed that they were all ready to receive a Genesis Suit; the miraculous outfit that would make them mankind’s saviors. One by one, each member was called into the room where the suits were stored to be outfitted. First to be called was the girl. An hour passed then the one who looked like Paul was called in. Another hour; the leader was asked to proceed, until Paul was the only one left in the waiting room. He dozed off, he had already been waiting for three hours without having anything to satiate his boredom. Paul was a chronic snorer, and his snores could be heard throughout the entire cavern. Why? Because oddly, Paul was the only thing making any sort of noise. The acrid stench of something familiar to Paul rushed in through his dilating nostrils, shocking him awake. He sat up and gingerly rubbed his eyes to clear the blurred vision that came with an abrupt awakening. He looked at the clock and bolted up, his mind racing. He had been asleep for a whole four hours! Why hadn’t his father nor any of his teammate awoken him? Had he been abandoned, did they discard him as a useless instrument? As Paul stood, he slipped and knocked his head against the edge of the bench he had been sitting on. He got up again and rubbed the back of his head, his old and familiar doubts beginning to settle in once again. He sighed and dropped his head, only to be greeted by a vision of red. No, he was not in a rage. He was simply looking down at a pool of blood. Paul Delgatto gasped and bolted upwards, looking around to see if the blood had simply stemmed from his own bumped head. But there was no way he could have lost that much blood without noticing. The pool seemed to be originating from… the room that held the Genesis Suits. In a panic, Paul Delgatto rammed through the door shoulder first, his eyes closed for he feared the scene that awaited him. As he stood in the door frame, panting and hyperventilating, he slowly inched his eyes open, bit by bit by bit… Tears streamed down Paul Delgatto’s face as he charged his father in a fury. There before him were the mangled corpses of his friends and his father’s snow white lab coat, now stained a murderous crimson. Lance Delgatto did not even try to resist Paul as his own son jumped on top of his body, knocking them both to the ground. A guttural, animalistic roar erupted from Paul’s throat as he proceeded to beat his father’s face into a bloody pulp. Paul turned, tears mingling with his father’s blood as this mixture coursed down his face. He methodically went from body to body, ending at the girl’s body; the girl he had loved so much, who now had no discernable face. He panted as he headed towards the rack of suits, flipping through each one to find one that would fit him. He would avenge his friends if it was the last thing he would do on this mortal realm. Paul Delgatto could eventually find no suit fitted for him, and as he turned to his father to scream something, the words were caught in his throat and Paul Delgatto recoiled in horror, probably the last steps he would take. The face that he had just beaten to oblivion was now spotless. It held no trace of any sort of blows or blemishes, but that was not what scared Paul the most. There before him, was a perfectly white face, purer than even the purest albino. The… thing had no eyebrows, no hair on its head; nothing. As Paul slowly approached what should have been his father’s carcass, the eyes flew open and the mouth curved into a kindly grin. “Did you enjoy playing my game, Paul?” Back in a small, dimly lit room in Ecuador, Paul Delgatto’s head rolled. His body grew limp as blood spurted from his freshly cut neck. The body was bound to a small, comfortable looking chair, and it appeared as if Paul Delgatto had been held here for at least a week before his death. The executioner wiped the blood off its blade and walked out of the room silently, with no audible footsteps. A figure completely nude and brilliantly pale; without any trace of hair on its body. Origin walked into a separate room, pulling up the personal information on Paul Delgatto on a HUD screen.
Origin pulled up a separate file, a file that began with: “There was a low murmur running through the course of the house,” and saved it onto a floppy disk, for personal reference. He labeled the file “Journal Entry One” and waited for the process to finish. As the disk slid out of the computer Origin was using, it picked up another disk lying on the table as well. The disk was unmarked, and held only one distinguishing feature. The auto printed label on the disk was marked “May 18, 2009.” Origin silently walked out of the building and said to itself in a voice both personal and omnipotent, serene yet hateful. “I wonder who I should give father’s disk to next?” End Chapter |
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