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DagothGares
Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
No gods or kings
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posted May 05, 2010 10:07 PM |
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Breakout
Short story related to my character in SUPERVILLAINS
Silence.
Carrie woke up inside a dark room. Where was she? She remembered men talking to her parents. She also remembered feeling discomfort. The men had never spoken to them before, at least, as far as she knew.
Where was she?
The lights were turned on and several men entered the room. Five of them wore long lab coats and blue spectacles. There were eight others carrying big guns and wearing a strange type of garment that seemed very threatening. One of the men in lab coats walked right up to her bed, wearing a big smile.
"Good morning, Carrie, how are we feeling today?" he asked. One of the lab coats was making notes on a clipboard.
Carrie was rather in a state of severe distress and couldn't utter as much as a sound. The doctor kept smiling and waited patiently. The others seemed tense as well. After a few minutes, the soldiers gripped their weapons, as if they could fire at any moment. Finally, Carrie mustered the strength to express herself: "Where... I?" she finally uttered. What? is that all she could say? What's wrong with her?
The soldiers seemed more relaxed. Now, three of the lab coats were making notes. The man with the smile nodded. The man looked away, as if embarassed. "Well, carrie, I don't quite know how to say this, but you're in the hospital right now. You were suffering from a brain tumor, which your parents could not afford to have treated. We offered them to have it treated at our expense, in exchange that we look after you from then on, because we think you're just that special." he said.
"The procedures have just been rounded up and we just came to check up on you, along with my colleagues, all doctors obviously." he said, gesturing at the other men. Carrie stared intently at the doctor, trying to understand everything. Everything seemed very vague now, but it seemed very important to her that she understood everything they told her now. All the lab coats, except the man who wore a smile like some wore a mask, were jotting down notes rapidly. She sat up straight, which was not an easy task, and looked at all of them. She opened her mouth, but the words didn't seem to come out. she tried two more times, because this seemed very important to her then. "Th- thank... Y-y... You..." she finaly uttered before lying back down again. Once she did so, the man gave a dismissive nod. "We'll leave you to rest, now." he said. "Rest well."
Outside of the room, the men discussed the development since FEM-9's occupation of the military base. "She still seems to have most of her cognitive abilities, what do you say?" John asked. The other four looked at their notes. "Well, her eyes seemed very reactive and she definitely made eye contact as she followed along." one said. "And don't forget about the appropriate response she's given in context!" another one interjected. "Indeed." John said. "The patient does seem to have lost most of her memories and her capabilities of speech. Note these effects down. We must wait with the second procedure, until she can at least stand and have a casual conversation. The only people permitted into the FEM building currently Dr. Reynolds and Dr. Streichner and I want an armed squad of at least twelve men at the vicinity, two of which armed with tranquilizer darts, the others with assault rifles. Have Reynolds and you," he pointed at the shorter of the four men in lab coats. "Dr Streichner, issued with Glock pistols."
"She is not to be underestimated. No matter how innocent she seems right now, she could probably kill all of us at this point." he said. "Dismissed."
"Good morning, Carrie." a voice rang, she looked into the eyes of an older women in the most casual wear she had seen all week. "I am Dr Reynolds." she said. "Nice to meet you." she extended a hand towards her, which she shook. She mouthed the word 'hello' back to her. Reynolds smiled her warm smile in response. There were no armed men nearby or bespectacled lab coats. This lab coat wore jeans and a sympathetic smile. "Now, John told me you were doing really well for yourself and that my help would hardly be needed. But I think John is a rotten liar, so I snuck out to look at you and see how you were doing and I think we best get started right away, if you want to walk again." she said. Carrie felt a bit anxious at the prospect of actually having to move again. She didn't remember a lot from the time before her procedure, so much so that it may have been possible she had never walked in her life.
"Now, get up, I need you to hold on to this rack... here I'll help you..."
After a few weeks she was introduced to Dr Streichner, a strict man who helped her with her speech therapy. He was shorter than Dr Reynolds which Carrie found very amusing all around for some reason. After a few months, she was up and running in her room, doing exercises with Dr Reynolds and talking disjointedly with Dr Streichner about ants, pretty dresses and Spain (its grain and its plains..), for some reason.
Around this time, John started appearing in the room again. The first time he appeared, Streichner was trying his very best to make her roll her 'r' correctly. "That'll be enough for today, Streichner." he said and made a gesture, indicating he was dismissed. Streichner saluted and left the room. John was wearing a suit this time. Clearly, he wasn't a doctor, then, because for all carrie knew the doctors wore lab coats all the time. John didn't wear his smile this time. Perhaps he wasn't pleased with the slow progress of this room? he held a box in his hand. "I want to play a little game, Carrie." he said. He opened the box and revealed a board with 64 black and white squares. He also had put several figurines on the table. "This, carrie, is chess, the game of kings and it's very important to us that you play this game well." he said. Carrie nodded. He explained the rules of the game once and then they started playing. After several games, Carrie understood the game entirely and started to beat John. Around the time they played her tenth game, she beat him thoroughly and decisively.
John seemed unphased by being beaten by a child. He put on his smile again. "Excellent." he said. "Now, I want you to go to sleep, there'll be a big day tomorrow."
When John, exited the room, Reynolds was waiting for him, there. "How long have you been standing there?" John asked. His grin hadn't yet completely disappeared.
"About two hours ago, when the debriefing ended. Where were you?"
John smiled a confident smile. "I was playing chess." he said, shaking the box with chess pieces in order to illustrate his point.
"I know, but did it really have to take you six hours?"
"You have no idea." John said.
Reynolds suddenly changed her tone.
"How did it turn out then?" she asked, only with the tiniest hint of caution in her voice.
John grinned. I've been in chess clubs since I was ten an-"
"Yeah, yeah, and you've done regionals and even played on a national level well into your twenties. What were the results?" she asked.
John pursed his lips together. He'd let the defiance fo authority slide.
"She beat me around game seven and devastated me since game nine and there was no purpose in continuing the games after game ten. She is a master at it." he said.
Reynolds held her hand in front of her mouth.
"God..."
"Don't make me spout a melodramatic commentary on the nature of divinity." John said with a smile.
Reynolds stood still.
She looked up at him.
"What do we do next?"
"Well, next time we hire a grandmaster to play with her." he said with his overconfident grin. "For now, she is ready for the second procedure."
"How could she beat you so easily?" she said.
"We don't specifically know. Streichner and his pals tell me that her mind is achieving some form of extra-dimensional comprehension. In other words, her perception of reality is more advanced than ours, so the reality we perceive and the reality I forced her to think through was so easy that she could grip it and all possible next moves inside her head. She enjoyed the intellectual stimulance though, she sat through it for six hours. I wouldn't be able to sit through that long had she not shown her extraordinary capabilities."
Reynolds looked at her feet. "I see..."
"So how about you and I hit a fancy restaurant? We're free until she's recovered from the second procedure and to be frank, this army food is disgusting."
Reynolds smiled. "I couldn't agree more." she said as she locked arms with him and walked out.
Carrie slowly woke up. She just went through her fourth 'procedure' and she realised a while ago that whatever it was they were doing to her, she didn't have a brain tumor. They did SOMETHING to her brain, but she didn't yet know what. She would find out, though, she was determined. These people, though friendly, were hiding something from her and she wouldn't stand for it.
During the year, she regained quite a bit of memory and through the other procedures she didn't lose as much of it as she did with the first procedure, but they focused on making her tougher and smarter. John started giving mathematical exercises and understanding over extradimensional theories and kept her mind stimulated by letting two grandmasters play against her at the same time at several occasions.
her trials were becoming harder and harder, until suddenly, it happened.
She was in bed when she asked John: "Where am I?"
John stood still for a fraction of a second. "You're in a hospital, dear, you know that." he said, hoping she wouldn't ask further. She had become much smarter since her first procedure.
"What kind of hospital has armed men standing at the doors and doctors saluting each other?"
John put on his smile again. "It's for your own protection. You may not remember well how life is on the outside, but it's dangerous. these are safety measures by the government granted to most hospitals." he said, glad he could come up with a lie so quickly.
"I may be young and ignorant, but I'm not retarded."
John had never heard her talk like that to him. He was the commanding authority, that was his job and even she understood that. Why does she defy him?
"Fine, then don't believe me." he said. His smile worked like a sting.
"I want the truth NOW!" she cried out, a loud boom followed when she shouted that final word, as if to put emphasis. The boom made the ground and everything around them shake and made john drop to his knees. Had it finally happened?
Two soldiers rushed in with the tranquilizers at the ready. John realised the danger of putting her in a hostile and threatening situation. "No! Don't!" he said, but one of the guards had already shot Carrie. She fell unconscious.
"Bish!" John said.
"You will be brought to court martial for this!" he said, pointing at the soldier.
"Bish!" he repeated. What now?
"What the HELL happened?" Reynolds demanded.
She was woken up immediately after it happened and with the bare minimum of information she was sent to the briefing room where Streichner and John were waiting for her.
"It happened." John whispered.
"WHAT happened?" Reynolds repeated, louder, as if she were talking to a deaf and mildly retarded person. "I hear all these people talking about this 'it' that finally happened, but no one means to clarify what it is that happened! Did the commander die? Did the Enemy attack us? What? WHAT?" she said. She had the feeling as if the world was going to end. She wasn't a military operative. She normally just helped paralysed or handicapped people with their recovery.
Streichner slowly got up. He had always been the eloquent one.
"About an hour ago, we registered kinetic energy that manifested from nowhere. In other words: there has been a reaction without an action, a defiance of physics as we know it. Carrie has shown what she's truly capable of. The soldiers were aware this might happen and where under strict orders to sedate her, should she seem emotionally distressed during this manifestation." he said. Reynolds looked at Streichner as if he said purple hippos were destroying the pentagon.
"Well, what now, then?" she asked.
Streichner shrugged. A silence followed
"We proceed with the operations. She has manifested and has shown herself capable, so we must liberate the restrictions we put on her and then terminate her memory and resistances. She will become the ultimate weapon." John finally said decisively.
Reynolds remained quiet, turned away and walked out the room.
"I don't think our services are needed anymore, are they, John?" Streichner said.
"You are right, consider yourself relieved from duty and you are hereby to address me by my rank, civilian." John said. "Whatever you say, Lieutenant." Streichner said and left as well.
The room feel silent for a long time. John looked at his hands and then to the door he was going to have to walk through. His decision had been made a long time, so there was no need to rethink this. So why did he?
No matter...
"Well, Carrie, time to take you to the prom." he said.
He left the briefing room and went towards the holding cells.
Three hours later, the doors to the holding cells were opened. Carrie was lying on the ground, a pathetic wretched pile of tears and snot and other bodily fluids. Her hands were tied to her back through metal cuffs specially made for her. Her ankles were chained and weighed down as well. She wouldn't be going anywhere anytime soon with those things. She was sobbing quietly to herself. When she heard the iron bars of the holding cell slide, she tried to turn on her other side in order to see who entered, but she was too restricted to do so. "J-Johnnnn?" she said, trying to supress a sob. She failed to do so.
Silence.
"Please, John, I-I'm sorry... I didn't know what came over me. I'll do anything you wa-a-a-ant, just please... Please, please let me come ba-ack..." she sobbed. Tears flowed in tiny streams across her wet, red cheeks. "I promise I'll never do that aga-a-a-ain..."
"I'm afraid we can't trust you anymore on that, Carrie." an alien voice replied as the syringe in her back put her in an unconscious state again.
Bliss.
There was nothing but eternal bliss and forgetfulness in these sheets, on that bed. She was complete as long as she wasn't awake. The fifth procedure had been finalised and she would be put into a suspended comatose state until they (Carrie and the medical staff) were both ready for the sixth operation that would make her deployable against the Enemy.
Soft clicks sounded throughout the hallway. Reynolds wore high heels as per usual and the soldiers let her in as per usual. She didn't need ID, did she? She was Dr Reynolds, the nice, friendly woman that had entered that same room several times per day for an entire year! She was the woman that gave free medical advice. She wouldn't hurt a fly, to be sure.
Suddenly, as if a hand reached out and dragged her through a pool of cold water, she woke up. She instinctively gasped for air as she saw the several IVs coming from her body. She looked at the heart monitor and the darkened room she was in and suddenly she remembered. She remembered how she was treated. she remembered how this place was no longer her home. By god, she remembered. In this world, she would have no home. She would have to craft it for herself out of the molten rock that the adults who betrayed her inhabited. The heart monitor raced, showing a heartbeat of 190 Bpm before exploding.
The alarm was activated at this. The guards tried to enter the room, but the door wouldn't budge an inch. Seconds later, one guard shot another and himself, at least, according to the reports, that's what happened. The ten remaining ones waited at several hallways and entrances in order to ambush her, but the speakers warne them from an attack from above. she had somehow reached the roof top of the building, without any access to stairs. The other soldiers stormed out, some in a state of being half-undressed with their rifles at the ready. The accounts of what happened then vary wildly. Some claimed they opened fire and she had walked patiently towards the exit and explained the injuries and the wounded through friendly fire. Others claimed she was gone like the wind, throwing bullets back at them and leaving snapped necks in her wake. In the end, one armoured assault vehicle had been detroyed and fourteen soldiers had been killed. Carrie had left the building.
Outside the base a woman with high heels leaned against a building, looking at the spectacle. She smiled as she lit a cigarette in her mouth
"Serves you right, you bashard."
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del_diablo
Legendary Hero
Manifest
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posted May 05, 2010 10:45 PM |
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So its the year 2014 and we are suppose hail from various places to stalk this supermonster?
And is this "others" aliens or china?
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DagothGares
Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
No gods or kings
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posted May 05, 2010 10:51 PM |
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this isn't an RP...
It's the origin story for my character in the supervillains RP...
Sorry, if I let you down...
i feel so bad about getting your hopes up I feel like I should join blood and gore...
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del_diablo
Legendary Hero
Manifest
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posted May 05, 2010 10:53 PM |
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Good story regardless, but remember to put dislcaimers next time.
Or we shall ... =D
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B-E-T-A
Promising
Legendary Hero
Guess Who is Back?
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posted May 06, 2010 03:21 PM |
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Dagoth. Supervillans is written with two "L"s not one. Just saying 
Will read this story one day when I got the time.
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There is no good or evil, only madness. The question is "Just how mad are you?"
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wog_edn
Promising
The Nothingness
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posted May 06, 2010 04:55 PM |
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Good story explaining Carries background =] maybe all should do that
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JoonasTo
Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
What if Elvin was female?
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posted May 06, 2010 04:59 PM |
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I kinda did that in the thread already.
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B-E-T-A
Promising
Legendary Hero
Guess Who is Back?
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posted May 06, 2010 07:18 PM |
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Yeah, and I cannot see how you should have problems understanding Xion's background, five paragraphs in backstory in the OOC thread is a lot after all.
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There is no good or evil, only madness. The question is "Just how mad are you?"
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DagothGares
Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
No gods or kings
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posted May 06, 2010 11:11 PM |
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Thanks, guys!
(also, if you really liked it, you should totally nudge mytical!)
I myself wasn't too happy with how it ended, but it was overall a fun writing exercise. Also, it's one of my firsts where there's actually a clear beginning and ending, which I certainly think is a plus.
Also, When I post it here, I'm so craving for attention, FYI.
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Mytical
Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
Chaos seeking Harmony
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posted May 11, 2010 10:53 AM |
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*Mytical gets poked, looks around bleary eyed* huh..wha??
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