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K'	Aug 19 2008, 03:34 PM
PR Posts: 317 Group: FEFFer Member #1,487 Joined: October 3, 2007	Sorry if you don't like this one as much. It was a little rushed Chapter 2: So Who’s The Real Bad Guy? One week before the death of Paul Delgatto. One ring. Then two. It went on and on until four rings; getting repeatedly louder until an arm shot out from under the covers and grabbed the phone. A female voice could be heard murmuring something, followed by the sound of a body hitting the ground. “Ah, get off me ya’ fuckin’ whore.” The one who had just been shoved out of bed, most likely some sort of pick-up or a one night stand, got up, gathered up her clothes, and stormed out of the room; slamming the door behind her. The figure that had picked up the phone pressed the button to answer the call began to speak in a gruff male voice. “Andrew Johnston here.” A few moments pause, then Andrew Johnston’s free hand scrambled around to find the switch for a lamp before remembering that this hotel had the voice activated lights. A brilliant fluorescent glare filled the room as a shirtless man was revealed in depth. He appeared to be around 23 years of age, well built and endowed with a ruggedly handsome face. He had several small scars running the course of his torso, and his muscles rippled each time he made a movement. This man, he seemed ready for war. Even his smallest mannerisms seemed to be aggressive and on edge. “Well shit.” Andrew Johnston promptly hung up his cell phone and got out of bed and dressed quickly. He was geared for cold weather, even though it didn’t get as cold as it should down in Southern California where he was staying. But then again, it was winter. Flashes of standard United States Military attire could be seen as he bundled himself up, then Andrew Johnston tore out the door, tossing his keys at the desk clerk as he left the lobby; wordless recognition of “I’m done here,” taking place. Johnston approached a vehicle that was nearly entirely camouflaged in the dark of the night, a 1989 Ford Mustang convertible, an antique beauty that he had built from the ground up himself. He roared off in the general direction of Fort Macarthur, hoping he would arrive before the Captain blew a fuse. “You’re late, First Lieutenant Johnston.” Andrew Johnston stood tall and firm, in the position of a military salute to address his superior officer and Captain, Brian Romnell. He was given the “at ease” command, and it was now visible that Andrew Johnston was out of breath. Perhaps he had failed to find a parking spot and had resorted to sprinting over to the fort? Captain Romnell beckoned to one of his subordinates who handed Johnston a plain manila folder, filled with only three sheets of paper. There was not even any red stamp on the front dictating it to be Top Secret information. Andrew Johnston was puzzled. Hadn’t he been told over the phone that this mission concerned the welfare of the entire world? He opened the folder and looked through the contents. The first piece of paper was the personal profile of one Alexander F. Kim, a Private in the army. He seemed to specialize in the technical side of things. The second paper was the profile of one Paul Delgatto, a criminal and repeat offender who had been relocated to Ecuador. The last paper… “What the fuck is the meaning of this Brian?” The third paper consisted of a mugshot of a brilliantly pale man without a speck of hair on his face. The paper was also headed, “Rebirth Project.” This paper outlined the known abilities and temperaments of the creature known as Origin, the target for Andrew Johnston’s mission. Andrew looked up angrily, demanding an answer from his superior officer. After all, Andrew Johnston knew best that this monster wasn’t something that could be dealt with using simply one soldier. After all, Andrew Johnston was head of security for the Rebirth Project. Not only that, he was the lone survivor of his platoon that had been stationed at Langley Base. “You are familiar with what the Rebirth Project detailed, am I correct Lieutenant?” “They wanted to make some sort of Supersoldier by manipulating atoms and molecules and shit. That’s about all I know. I ain’t the scientific type.” Andrew Johnston appeared to the rough, unpolished type. His crude manner of speech and his what seemed to be pride in his lackluster knowledge of the sciences proved it to be so. “Which is exactly why we’re pairing you with Private Kim.” Andrew snorted in exasperation. “You’re fucking kidding me, right? You really think just two people, and one of those two people being a nerd can handle this job?” Another piece of paper was handed to Andrew, and he scoured its contents, beads of sweat running down his face. When it appeared he was done, he looked up in amazement at Romnell. “What you’re reading are not lies Lieutenant. We have in fact triangulated the position of a recording that contained the same vocal frequencies as the late Dr. Caldwell.” Andrew Johnston turned about haste and strode out the door. His hands were shaking in fear of having to possibly face that monster once again, but his face hid it well. “Just tell that damn rookie to bring as much firepower as he can.” Time passed, and eventually both Andrew Johnston and Alexander Kim landed in Ecuador. Idle chit-chat wasn’t going to help them here, so Andrew Johnston didn’t even bother with familiarizing himself with the tall, lanky Korean-American recruit. They walked around the town for a bit, asking for information on a white male that should have arrived only a day or two ago. They eventually were able to track down the hostel that Paul Delgatto had stayed at. “I’m looking for this man.” Andrew Johnston held up a picture of Paul Delgatto, and the owner of the hostel replied in broken English that Delgatto had left the hostel one night without taking any of his belongings, and had never came back. That was all the information the owner could provide, thus Andrew thanked him and moved on; Alexander Kim in tow. The rest of the week passed smoothly, without any hiccups; but both Johnston and Kim were unable to locate the whereabouts of Paul Delgatto. It had already been a week, perhaps they were too late. Maybe Delgatto had already fled the country after watching the recording, in fear of what might happen to him. “You are looking for the crazy white man, no?” Johnston whipped around to come face to face with an old street beggar, who insisted on being paid one American dollar before coughing up the information he had. According to the beggar, a Caucasian male had passed through the area, before taking residence in an abandoned building. The locals were too afraid to approach him, for they thought he had been possessed by demons. He was always talking aloud as if he had three other friends beside him, and he carried an entire computer with him for some odd reason, dragging parts of it in the dirt behind him. “Demons my ass. Origin ain’t no fucking demon. It’s a damned God.” Johnston and Kim eventually tracked down the building in which Delgatto was have rumored to have stayed in. Sure enough, there was the computer that Delgatto had been described carrying around, and there were four plates set out; but the food had only been eaten on one of them. “Jesus Christ, just what can this Origin thing do to people?” Johnston was amused. Those were the first words the rookie had really spoken. It appeared that even at this point, Private Kim hadn’t grasped the gravity of the situation at hand. But what he did grasp, the computer’s mouse; and began typing away. “Just what the fuck do you think you’re doing kid?” Johnston lit up a cigarette and watched amusedly as line after line of computer code filtered down across the screen as Kim worked strenuously, typing at lightning speeds to achieve his ends. Suddenly, Dr. Caldwell’s transmission popped up on the screen as Kim smiled warily at Johnston and wiped his brow. There, stored in the computer’s archives, was a copy of the transmission that Delgatto had watched. “Well I’ll be damned…” Andrew Johnston and Alexander Kim watched in muted fascination as Dr. Caldwell went through his entire log once again, before meeting his grizzly end by Origin. Johnston’s hands were visibly shaking again, but this time his weren’t the only ones. Alexander Kim’s teeth were chattering in fear, fear of the monster that his own military had created. They copied the file onto a disk, and stepped outside; taking in the fresh air like it would be their last breaths. They inquired with the locals where Paul Delgatto had headed afterwards, and were puzzled to discover that he had walked towards the Ecuadorian mountain ranges. But on the disk, Caldwell had clearly stated that the Genesis Project was hidden in Nepal. “It was too late for the sucker. Origin had already gotten into his head.” Andrew Johnston shuddered, remembering that he too could already be a victim of Origin’s unearthly powers. What a terrible ability, the power to manipulate and shape the atoms within its own body and the bodies of others. Johnston and Kim headed towards the mountains, asking the frequent hikers along the path if they had seen which way the crazed white man had taken to. After long hours of searching, they discovered that they had doubled back; it appeared as if Paul Delgatto in his insanity had returned back to town. But this didn’t make any sense. The residents had no recollection of Delgatto ever returning to the city, or even passing through. That is; unless Origin had already had his way here, and had altered the memories of every person living in the area. What a terrible fiend! Then a thought arose to not Johnston, but Kim. “I noticed in that house where Delgatto stayed, there was a breeze coming from below my feet. Perhaps a trapdoor?” They trudged back to the house, even on Johnston’s insistence that Kim had been hallucinating due to his extreme fear. But once they arrived… “Well I’ll be damned.” Alexander Kim lifted a trapdoor hidden underneath countless layers of dirt, and the duo descended into the pits of hell, unsure of what could possibly await them in that place. What would they find? Could the monster known as Origin possibly be lurking in this place, awaiting their arrival so that it could finish them off personally? Both partners audibly took a sharp breath, holding it; as if afraid of the very evil that permeated the air of this place. Johnston vomited. Kim vomited. There before them was the headless, half eaten away corpse of Paul Delgatto, still bound to a chair. The rats that had been feasting on his body scampered away as Johnston approached the body, one hand over his mouth and nose as to keep away the foul stench. Even in all his days as a hardened soldier, Johnston still couldn’t stand the sight of a man killed by Origin. Kim moved into a separate room, noticing a computer stationed behind a sheet of plexiglass. This room was probably meant to serve as Origin’s observatory room during the period of Paul Delgatto’s mental torture. Kim booted up the computer and pulled up the most recent files accessed, shuddering at Origin’s journal log. Here Kim had hoped that Origin was just some unthinking, savage creature that lived to kill. Now he realized that Origin was something beyond them all. Another file caught Kim’s eye, it was titled “Those to be judged.” He pulled it up, and scrolled through the document. His breathing grew heavy and labored as he continued to read, as he continued to realize what was going on. A gun cocked. Johnston turned around slowly to come face to face with a quivering Alexander Kim holding a pistol. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, private?” “This man… was a criminal. Origin is killing criminals, that’s all he’s doing! How can he be the bad guy?!” Johnston’s face turned to stone. His voice became a low growl as he slowly approached Kim, hands balled into fists. Was it Kim that had been put under Origin’s manipulation? Johnston couldn’t think straight anymore, anything could have happened! No, he had read that Origin had to be touching you to manipulate your molecules. And there was no way Origin had come in contact with either of them during this stay. Unless… ”He can fucking change his appearance. Oh God, he can fucking change his appearance.” Johnston completely disregarded Kim and his gun as he pulled out his radio, frantically calling Fort Macarthur, praying to God it wasn’t what he had thought of. “Come in Captain! Captain, answer me! God fucking damnit Romnell, answer your radio!” All that responded to Johnston’s frantic cries was a voice both personal and omnipotent, serene yet hateful. “I’m sorry, Captain Romnell has been disposed of. Is there something that you would’ve liked to have told him? End Chapter
	Iris [ pH 0 ] +[ Ms Doom is /pout ]+ says: I HAD LIKE FIFTY ORGASMS

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