Chapter 1 - Asylum
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Chapter 1 - Asylum
Chapter 1 - Asylum
Chapter 3: Asylum
It had been many painful years since he was taken. Very painful years. Years of torment and suffering. He only saw brief flashbacks, not memories, of the blood soaked grounds, covered in the torn bodies of humans. He only heard screaming, not speech, when he heard the whips crack on the spines of his brothers, as their backs broke on the impact, bleeding in their last breaths, worked to the death. He only remembered death and suffering, and when his mother saw her very own gristly fate, he snapped. When his mother's severed head fell onto the ground below his feet, his dreams had been crushed. Had it not been for the blood, gushing out of her neck, he would not have discovered his horrific, yet great, power. He then saw the moment when he transformed, and awoke. He was picking at his flesh again. Bloody marks continued down his arms, staring at the bleeding muscles. Before he started this picking, he remembered he had a different color of skin, a blackish color. Though when he started the scraping, his skin turned white like a ghosts. He continued pulling away his flesh, thinking he would find an answer to his evil, but after 10 seconds of torment, he realized once again that it was worth nothing. The white plush floor was restained red with his blood, his cursed blood, as he again stared at it, wondering if he would ever escape, or even stop the memories tearing apart his body. He didn't scream, for it was hopless. None would help him, none would save him. He would cry, but he couldn't. He knew that it wouldn't help stop the pain. Just the voices kept talking to him, weaving tales in his head. He just wished for death, quick and painless.
"Sir, no visitors are allowed in the Insanity ward. It is forbidden. You'll get us in alot of trouble for doing this." The doctor said, nervous, looking around at the cameras and shuddering in fear. He kept walking forward, though, for he was guarded by another. A man named Dominic Connors, one of the smartest men in the world. Tall, bold, brave, and cunning, he showed an aura of superiority that was matched by his own talent. He knew how the mind worked, he knew how people would act, almost always. Except for one time. One time that was especially different. It was years ago, he barely remembered anything except for the screaming. He just remembered a few names, and one of them hit him. Adam Williams, a scientist that was helping him on that project. Once he was killed, things started going downhill from there. He wanted to kill himself, but he couldn't. He was insane, and had Wakeman's daughter do it, Melody. Though, he knew that Melody's fate was gristly too. Same with Wakeman's other daughter, who's name he couldn't recall. Though, the Wakeman's were a story of tragedy. He had more important things to think about. Adam did have a son at one point, but that was more than 30 years ago. This kid was only 17. Still, his son did go missing along with his wife 4 years later. Caught by Clusters, harvested, to be slaves. Another gristly death also happened to the man who delievered the baby, unknown, but Connors had an idea. Damien could still be alive, inside the child. Adam was the first one infected. He couldn't sleep after the end of the project. Every night was filled with dreams of blood and mutants, and being consumed alive. His wife helped keep him sane through those tough first years afterwards, but she died as well. Killed in a carcrash, leaving her daughter to her father. His daughter was alone, he didn't understand why she didn't have more friends. She got good grades, had fame and fortune, and was a nice person. Maybe it was her quiet nature that kept the others aback. He always cared for his daughter, and they were closer than anyone else he knew. He loved her with all his heart, and cared for her unconditionally. She was his only thing left, except for the fear that kept lurking in him. This was his last lead, the last thing that kept the project alive. If he wasn't positive, he could sleep at night, watch his daughter grow up, and retire in peace. Unfortunately, that isn't how life works out most of the time.
"Is this the room?" Dr. Connors said with an air of irritation. "Yessss sirrr!" Stuttered the doctor, 1/2 Connors height. Staring coldly at the doctor, yet cooly, with his black eyes and black hair combed back, he retored. "No more false leads, Wiester, right?" "Yes, this is the one!" Shrilled Wiester, walking back a bit. Connors smiled slyly as Wiester opened the door. It was sealed with 3 locks, air tight. Dr. Connors walked in, to find a boy, huddled in the corner, bleeding profusely, as it seemed. His arms had dried scabs, but were covered in fresh blood nonetheless. The room seemed to dim when Dr. Connors got closer to him, slowly but gently. His fears were boiling back up in him, but he kept a calm disposition. Showing fear would feed the monster in the child. The room had a mist in the air, as Dr. Connors heard the door lock shut again. The room was turning black, and voices began to fill Connors's head. He smiled maliciously and said "Hello Adam." cooly. "ThAt nAMe iS ForEIgn tO tHis bOdY." A demonic voice rang out. "You've got his son now, don't you Damien? It's a pity that you are still only powerful enough to possess others to do your bidding. You still cannot have powers like the ones you could have with Adam's body.You need unison to do that. When you possesed the others, they just went mad, only allowing you to control their body." Dr. Connors said, definitatively. "oH, YoU aRE InCorRecT, bUT clOse NoNEtHeLESs. ThiS bOy wAS tRiCKed inTo using UnIsoN. FooL, he CaN'T control Me." The voice rang out again. "He was in your control, but now he has control, doesn't he? You're only able to have this conversation because I'm here. Otherwise, I'd be talking to Adam." Dr. Connors rang out again, pulling out a lighter, turning it on, and an earpiercing shriek was heard. Adam was awake again, and Dr. Connors put back the lighter. "Hello Adam." Dr. Connors repeated again. "Hey, who the hell are you?" Adam retorted, not looking back at him. "I'm here to find something out, about you." Dr. Connors said soothingly. Adam turned around, showing the black scar across his left eye, the scar smoking. He had blue eyes and messed up black hair. He was wearing a white shirt and paints stained in red blood. His eyes were piercing as he stared directly at Dr. Connors, fear lighting up in Connors once again, but still not showing it. "Look, fracktard, I'm not crazy. I've been a slave for 30 years and I haven't aged a day past 17. Everyday, this scar, it talks to me, trying to convince me to kill. I had to feed it my enemies, it gave me power, strength, freedom, but it entraps me everyday. Please, just find out a way to either kill me or to get this thing out of my head. If it isn't that, go away." Adam retored and he spit at Dr. Connors face, turning back around. "Listen, I know that scar in your head is real. It is taking over your body. Though, I won't kill you, I need that scar. We will have to imprison you somewhere else, till we know how." Dr. Connors said with a smile. Adam was infuriated, and his scar turned to smoke again, surrounding his skull, turning his voice demon like, but not taking his body. He turned around with supernatural speed, and pinned Dr. Connors up to the wall. "DON'T YOU DARE IMPRISON ME, frackER! YOUR DAMN frackING INSANE IF YOU THINK I'LL GO FROM THIS shootHOLE TO YOUR OWN PERSONAL HELL. I AM NOT A frackING LABRAT!" Adam yelled demonicly as he threw Dr. Connors against the wall on the other side of the room, him bleeding now. The doors flung open as Wiester and two guards with tranqualizers flew in the door. Adam ducked down as the first guard swung the tranq at him, dodging it, and ramming the guard out of the room, the guard bleeding profusely now, screaming in agony. Then, Adam did a sweep kick, knocking over the other guard, sending him flying down. "NO!" The guard screamed, but Adam only laughed as he stomped down, bashing the skull of the second guard in. Dominic watched in horror as he pulled out a pistol from his pocket, slowly so that Adam wouldn't notice him. Wiester began to run, his heart beating quickly. Sweat began to bead down his neck, tears in his eyes. He kept running, hearing a dark, low, hum behind him, becoming louder and louder, as the lights in the hallway flickered on and off, dimming how bright they were when they were on each time. He started to gain speed, when suddenly, he tripped, and felt a grip on his foot. He started to be drawn back by the grip, it slowly taking more and more of his body. "AAHH! GOD, DAMN IT! SOME BODY frackING HELP ME! SOMEONE HELP ME, please....someone...." he whimpered, tears streaming down his face, screaming. Suddenly, he was silent, and consumed by the dark mass. Dr. Connors raised the pistol, and aimed it squarely for Adam's eye. Though, this was just enough to get his attention. "HELLO, WHAT ARE YOU TRYING ON ME NOW?" Adam retorted demonicly. Dr. Connors was now sweating profusely, tears also streaming down his body, though he kept calm. Adam began to slowly walk up to him, as Dominic pulled the trigger 5 times. Each bullet fired, but each time, Adam moved at a speed of blurred motion, dodging the bullets. Dominic tried to fire it again, but he was out. Though, with a stroke of power, he sent a quick strike from the hilt of the pistol across Adam's face, directly at his scar. It knocked him back enough to keep him from attacking again for a few seconds, enough for Connors to run. He closed the door on his way out, sealing Adam back in the room. Adam snapped out of the demonic grip and began crying, seeing the blood was not his this time. Rage filled him, sadness filled him, and he was about to cave in again, but something prevented this. He saw the tip of a tranqualizer and found the lock to the door. He began to fiddle with it, until it gave way. He saw the bodies and didn't care, he was free. He picked up a gun from each of the bodies and took them. He walked through the prison, walking through the hordes of prisoners. They weren't a match for him, and even if they were, he had 3 guns with him. Eventually, the prison was left with only blood, and the odor of corpses left. Adam started walking when he got to the street, with some money he had collected in his pocket. He had new clothes, from one of the visitors. A goth kid, visiting his serial killer dad. None of the lives mattered at the moment. They all were hindering his freedom. He didn't kill everyone. He let the ones live that were genuinely not threats. He wouldn't kill the children, he wouldn't kill the ones that respected him and knew he needed to do this. He only killed those that were enemies, or deserved death. He was in a skull tee now, and faded jeans. He put one gun in his pocket as he felt the burning August pavement on his feet. He put the money in the other, about $1400, and had a plan. He needed to go to the place he felt the most attachment to, a home of sorts. He walked to the nearest gas station, and began his search.
It had been many painful years since he was taken. Very painful years. Years of torment and suffering. He only saw brief flashbacks, not memories, of the blood soaked grounds, covered in the torn bodies of humans. He only heard screaming, not speech, when he heard the whips crack on the spines of his brothers, as their backs broke on the impact, bleeding in their last breaths, worked to the death. He only remembered death and suffering, and when his mother saw her very own gristly fate, he snapped. When his mother's severed head fell onto the ground below his feet, his dreams had been crushed. Had it not been for the blood, gushing out of her neck, he would not have discovered his horrific, yet great, power. He then saw the moment when he transformed, and awoke. He was picking at his flesh again. Bloody marks continued down his arms, staring at the bleeding muscles. Before he started this picking, he remembered he had a different color of skin, a blackish color. Though when he started the scraping, his skin turned white like a ghosts. He continued pulling away his flesh, thinking he would find an answer to his evil, but after 10 seconds of torment, he realized once again that it was worth nothing. The white plush floor was restained red with his blood, his cursed blood, as he again stared at it, wondering if he would ever escape, or even stop the memories tearing apart his body. He didn't scream, for it was hopless. None would help him, none would save him. He would cry, but he couldn't. He knew that it wouldn't help stop the pain. Just the voices kept talking to him, weaving tales in his head. He just wished for death, quick and painless.
"Sir, no visitors are allowed in the Insanity ward. It is forbidden. You'll get us in alot of trouble for doing this." The doctor said, nervous, looking around at the cameras and shuddering in fear. He kept walking forward, though, for he was guarded by another. A man named Dominic Connors, one of the smartest men in the world. Tall, bold, brave, and cunning, he showed an aura of superiority that was matched by his own talent. He knew how the mind worked, he knew how people would act, almost always. Except for one time. One time that was especially different. It was years ago, he barely remembered anything except for the screaming. He just remembered a few names, and one of them hit him. Adam Williams, a scientist that was helping him on that project. Once he was killed, things started going downhill from there. He wanted to kill himself, but he couldn't. He was insane, and had Wakeman's daughter do it, Melody. Though, he knew that Melody's fate was gristly too. Same with Wakeman's other daughter, who's name he couldn't recall. Though, the Wakeman's were a story of tragedy. He had more important things to think about. Adam did have a son at one point, but that was more than 30 years ago. This kid was only 17. Still, his son did go missing along with his wife 4 years later. Caught by Clusters, harvested, to be slaves. Another gristly death also happened to the man who delievered the baby, unknown, but Connors had an idea. Damien could still be alive, inside the child. Adam was the first one infected. He couldn't sleep after the end of the project. Every night was filled with dreams of blood and mutants, and being consumed alive. His wife helped keep him sane through those tough first years afterwards, but she died as well. Killed in a carcrash, leaving her daughter to her father. His daughter was alone, he didn't understand why she didn't have more friends. She got good grades, had fame and fortune, and was a nice person. Maybe it was her quiet nature that kept the others aback. He always cared for his daughter, and they were closer than anyone else he knew. He loved her with all his heart, and cared for her unconditionally. She was his only thing left, except for the fear that kept lurking in him. This was his last lead, the last thing that kept the project alive. If he wasn't positive, he could sleep at night, watch his daughter grow up, and retire in peace. Unfortunately, that isn't how life works out most of the time.
"Is this the room?" Dr. Connors said with an air of irritation. "Yessss sirrr!" Stuttered the doctor, 1/2 Connors height. Staring coldly at the doctor, yet cooly, with his black eyes and black hair combed back, he retored. "No more false leads, Wiester, right?" "Yes, this is the one!" Shrilled Wiester, walking back a bit. Connors smiled slyly as Wiester opened the door. It was sealed with 3 locks, air tight. Dr. Connors walked in, to find a boy, huddled in the corner, bleeding profusely, as it seemed. His arms had dried scabs, but were covered in fresh blood nonetheless. The room seemed to dim when Dr. Connors got closer to him, slowly but gently. His fears were boiling back up in him, but he kept a calm disposition. Showing fear would feed the monster in the child. The room had a mist in the air, as Dr. Connors heard the door lock shut again. The room was turning black, and voices began to fill Connors's head. He smiled maliciously and said "Hello Adam." cooly. "ThAt nAMe iS ForEIgn tO tHis bOdY." A demonic voice rang out. "You've got his son now, don't you Damien? It's a pity that you are still only powerful enough to possess others to do your bidding. You still cannot have powers like the ones you could have with Adam's body.You need unison to do that. When you possesed the others, they just went mad, only allowing you to control their body." Dr. Connors said, definitatively. "oH, YoU aRE InCorRecT, bUT clOse NoNEtHeLESs. ThiS bOy wAS tRiCKed inTo using UnIsoN. FooL, he CaN'T control Me." The voice rang out again. "He was in your control, but now he has control, doesn't he? You're only able to have this conversation because I'm here. Otherwise, I'd be talking to Adam." Dr. Connors rang out again, pulling out a lighter, turning it on, and an earpiercing shriek was heard. Adam was awake again, and Dr. Connors put back the lighter. "Hello Adam." Dr. Connors repeated again. "Hey, who the hell are you?" Adam retorted, not looking back at him. "I'm here to find something out, about you." Dr. Connors said soothingly. Adam turned around, showing the black scar across his left eye, the scar smoking. He had blue eyes and messed up black hair. He was wearing a white shirt and paints stained in red blood. His eyes were piercing as he stared directly at Dr. Connors, fear lighting up in Connors once again, but still not showing it. "Look, fracktard, I'm not crazy. I've been a slave for 30 years and I haven't aged a day past 17. Everyday, this scar, it talks to me, trying to convince me to kill. I had to feed it my enemies, it gave me power, strength, freedom, but it entraps me everyday. Please, just find out a way to either kill me or to get this thing out of my head. If it isn't that, go away." Adam retored and he spit at Dr. Connors face, turning back around. "Listen, I know that scar in your head is real. It is taking over your body. Though, I won't kill you, I need that scar. We will have to imprison you somewhere else, till we know how." Dr. Connors said with a smile. Adam was infuriated, and his scar turned to smoke again, surrounding his skull, turning his voice demon like, but not taking his body. He turned around with supernatural speed, and pinned Dr. Connors up to the wall. "DON'T YOU DARE IMPRISON ME, frackER! YOUR DAMN frackING INSANE IF YOU THINK I'LL GO FROM THIS shootHOLE TO YOUR OWN PERSONAL HELL. I AM NOT A frackING LABRAT!" Adam yelled demonicly as he threw Dr. Connors against the wall on the other side of the room, him bleeding now. The doors flung open as Wiester and two guards with tranqualizers flew in the door. Adam ducked down as the first guard swung the tranq at him, dodging it, and ramming the guard out of the room, the guard bleeding profusely now, screaming in agony. Then, Adam did a sweep kick, knocking over the other guard, sending him flying down. "NO!" The guard screamed, but Adam only laughed as he stomped down, bashing the skull of the second guard in. Dominic watched in horror as he pulled out a pistol from his pocket, slowly so that Adam wouldn't notice him. Wiester began to run, his heart beating quickly. Sweat began to bead down his neck, tears in his eyes. He kept running, hearing a dark, low, hum behind him, becoming louder and louder, as the lights in the hallway flickered on and off, dimming how bright they were when they were on each time. He started to gain speed, when suddenly, he tripped, and felt a grip on his foot. He started to be drawn back by the grip, it slowly taking more and more of his body. "AAHH! GOD, DAMN IT! SOME BODY frackING HELP ME! SOMEONE HELP ME, please....someone...." he whimpered, tears streaming down his face, screaming. Suddenly, he was silent, and consumed by the dark mass. Dr. Connors raised the pistol, and aimed it squarely for Adam's eye. Though, this was just enough to get his attention. "HELLO, WHAT ARE YOU TRYING ON ME NOW?" Adam retorted demonicly. Dr. Connors was now sweating profusely, tears also streaming down his body, though he kept calm. Adam began to slowly walk up to him, as Dominic pulled the trigger 5 times. Each bullet fired, but each time, Adam moved at a speed of blurred motion, dodging the bullets. Dominic tried to fire it again, but he was out. Though, with a stroke of power, he sent a quick strike from the hilt of the pistol across Adam's face, directly at his scar. It knocked him back enough to keep him from attacking again for a few seconds, enough for Connors to run. He closed the door on his way out, sealing Adam back in the room. Adam snapped out of the demonic grip and began crying, seeing the blood was not his this time. Rage filled him, sadness filled him, and he was about to cave in again, but something prevented this. He saw the tip of a tranqualizer and found the lock to the door. He began to fiddle with it, until it gave way. He saw the bodies and didn't care, he was free. He picked up a gun from each of the bodies and took them. He walked through the prison, walking through the hordes of prisoners. They weren't a match for him, and even if they were, he had 3 guns with him. Eventually, the prison was left with only blood, and the odor of corpses left. Adam started walking when he got to the street, with some money he had collected in his pocket. He had new clothes, from one of the visitors. A goth kid, visiting his serial killer dad. None of the lives mattered at the moment. They all were hindering his freedom. He didn't kill everyone. He let the ones live that were genuinely not threats. He wouldn't kill the children, he wouldn't kill the ones that respected him and knew he needed to do this. He only killed those that were enemies, or deserved death. He was in a skull tee now, and faded jeans. He put one gun in his pocket as he felt the burning August pavement on his feet. He put the money in the other, about $1400, and had a plan. He needed to go to the place he felt the most attachment to, a home of sorts. He walked to the nearest gas station, and began his search.
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AnimeX on June 16, 2007, 4:57:55 PM
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oh...power9x on June 18, 2007, 8:27:44 AM
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Why did you "oh..."?AnimeX on June 18, 2007, 1:53:25 PM
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oops1 that's weird what happen to the rest of my comment!?ah.. what i originally typed was "Oh.. that's a very interesting story..nice job"
sorry 4 the oh.. thing idk what happen :I
um.. suggestions!? I would say spacing out the lines(makes it easier to read
i think) other then that.. it's well written! Great job
little_idiot on June 9, 2007, 9:22:22 AM
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... wowpower9x on June 9, 2007, 10:49:37 AM
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Keep reading, it gets even better!KidRaccoon on June 9, 2007, 6:12:46 AM
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...power9x on June 9, 2007, 6:15:15 AM
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Was is really bad, in your opinion?KidRaccoon on June 9, 2007, 6:17:43 AM
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No, I like it. I just don't completely understand cuz I don't watch "My Life As A Teenage Robot" so I'm just working it out in my head. ^^'''power9x on June 9, 2007, 6:21:45 AM
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Here's a little breakdown:Jenny Wakeman, otherwise known as XJ9, is a superhero crime fighting robot with amazing powers and gadgets, but was designed as a teenager. The entire series is about her adventures and stuff with friends, saving the world, school, and other things.
If you want to get aquantied with the series before you read it, goto www.teenagerobot.tk. It has the entire series.
KidRaccoon on June 9, 2007, 6:24:31 AM
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Thnx, I think I get I get it now. ^^power9x on June 2, 2007, 6:56:41 AM
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I've rewritten the intro, so if you've read the intro before, read it again!