Chapter 13 - Ashley's Diaries
Submitted June 2, 2007 Updated August 18, 2007 Status Complete | Dictators rise. Empires fall. The dead rise again. The war begins.
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Chapter 13 - Ashley's Diaries
Chapter 13 - Ashley's Diaries
Chapter 12: Ashley’s Diaries
Dear Diary,
I haven’t written in you for many years now, but this may be the last day I’m alive. It could be for any one of us. I felt that I should say something for the next one to find the diary, which has been passed down from one person to another as an unknown. I found it after the last writer in it, which you may recall, said it was no longer hers to pour secrets in it, in her last entry. Her pen name was Gears, if you also recall, and the fourth person to write in you. It feels like a destined pathway the articles in it, like they all mean something. She always wrote about a new invention, and by the dates, was a child when she found it. Unlike the others, I felt I knew who was the writer, like her voice was yours, diary. I recall her for the fact that she was the one that said my name. The day I read that was the last day I wrote in you, and now I wonder that question. How did she know me, how did this all begin? If you also remember, the first writer in the diary, his penname Blackhawk, if you recall, said that this journal would lead to the dead end. All these people seem connected somehow, and I never questioned how. Now, older and wiser, not by much, but enough to make a difference, I come across a thought about Beetle, the middle child of the diary. She was always in pain, fear, and never had an explination for it, till her last entry, of her escape. She said she was free and would find a haven for her kind, and to destroy her enemies. Now, as I wonder, was I the one to follow the footsteps that was last written in this diary? How do I fit in. Though, I believe that the next writer will find the answers to that. I, though, close to my death, must tell of the events of the last few days, inorder to keep the story going to the next recipiant.
The first day, a wonderful day. Jenny’s new weapon systems were working flawlessly, our strategy working perfectly. We suffered low losses, while they suffered many. Unfortunately, that was just the beginning. War will not rest without its victims, and war is hell to anyone that’s experienced it. The second day, our mechs began to fail, running out of ammunition. We were still more powerful, had an area based advantage, but the flood and sheer mass of the enemy was starting to reenter our minds. It’s not fighting an army, it’s fighting a planet, what we were doing. My father was the technical expert of war, and knew that we were small in numbers. We were doomed from the start, it ends up. Also, that day, we began seeing what the experiments were really ending up resulting in. Mechanical monsters, living beings made from steel, were swarming in. An infantry of tanks, you could say. Adam and I, along with the twins, were able to survive the onslaught without major damage. Robin, though, we could not say the same for. A gun shot to the head, left him bleeding and close to death. We could not save him. Our losses were from minimal to almost complete. Jenny, though, kept fighting valiantly. I feel guilty for dragging her into this, but she seems like it was her need to fight. She hasn’t gave up, and has defeated thousands of the creatures. Though, not all things end well. On the third day, our mecha were gone, and the worst came. The Reapers, we called them, were summoned. Their strength was unmatched, weapons systems beyond the wildest imagination. We had done damage to the Bioforce though, they couldn’t recover all they had lost. Though, freedom was unlikely, and the extinction of our race was almost unavoidable. Another threat on that day was the reapperance of Melody. She, a ruthless assasin, took out many of our mechs and heavy artillery single handedly. She has that drive, like Jenny does, but with her, it is something dark. She isn’t fighting for something, she is fighting in fear. The fourth day, though, we saw a bit better results. Mechanized forces were loosening their grip, and more infantry were coming in. Though, The Reapers were still there, and we had to retreat inorder to escape them. Though, they weren’t targeting us, only attacking if one of us was a direct threat to their main target, Jenny. They are simple minded, focusing on only one task, killing her or disabling her, but they have a complex ability to think. They are human to an extent, thinking, calculating, but unlike humans, they are ruthless and mechanical. This inhuman soullessness isn’t exhibited by any other cyborg out there. It is only exhibited by The Reapers. Though, on day five, things once again sank to it’s hellish low. The grasslands we were fighting on were now mud and ash, mixed with the smell of corpses. Our thousands had turned to less than 100 in a matter of days. Now, on day 6, the only hope we have left is the 12 remaining soldiers, Adam, the twins, me and Jenny, though Jenny is probably the one that counts. The twins and me are currently captured, and being held at a high security building specifically for Caliga studies. Adam is out fighting with the soldiers, though by now, are dead and are with him, but not fighting. Jenny has a mission, though. She has a plan, I think. The one thing that can end it all is my father. He’s the lead of the Bioforce. If he dies, then the entire structure will crumble underneath his power that he left. Though, the world will not heal from this quickly. The one hope left is in code beneath the writings of Blackhawk, Beetle, Gears, and now Angel. I’ve figured it out now, and the only way out is to this address:
129 Rose Street
Tremorton, Ohio
Good Bye,
Ashley Eve Williams
Dear Diary,
I haven’t written in you for many years now, but this may be the last day I’m alive. It could be for any one of us. I felt that I should say something for the next one to find the diary, which has been passed down from one person to another as an unknown. I found it after the last writer in it, which you may recall, said it was no longer hers to pour secrets in it, in her last entry. Her pen name was Gears, if you also recall, and the fourth person to write in you. It feels like a destined pathway the articles in it, like they all mean something. She always wrote about a new invention, and by the dates, was a child when she found it. Unlike the others, I felt I knew who was the writer, like her voice was yours, diary. I recall her for the fact that she was the one that said my name. The day I read that was the last day I wrote in you, and now I wonder that question. How did she know me, how did this all begin? If you also remember, the first writer in the diary, his penname Blackhawk, if you recall, said that this journal would lead to the dead end. All these people seem connected somehow, and I never questioned how. Now, older and wiser, not by much, but enough to make a difference, I come across a thought about Beetle, the middle child of the diary. She was always in pain, fear, and never had an explination for it, till her last entry, of her escape. She said she was free and would find a haven for her kind, and to destroy her enemies. Now, as I wonder, was I the one to follow the footsteps that was last written in this diary? How do I fit in. Though, I believe that the next writer will find the answers to that. I, though, close to my death, must tell of the events of the last few days, inorder to keep the story going to the next recipiant.
The first day, a wonderful day. Jenny’s new weapon systems were working flawlessly, our strategy working perfectly. We suffered low losses, while they suffered many. Unfortunately, that was just the beginning. War will not rest without its victims, and war is hell to anyone that’s experienced it. The second day, our mechs began to fail, running out of ammunition. We were still more powerful, had an area based advantage, but the flood and sheer mass of the enemy was starting to reenter our minds. It’s not fighting an army, it’s fighting a planet, what we were doing. My father was the technical expert of war, and knew that we were small in numbers. We were doomed from the start, it ends up. Also, that day, we began seeing what the experiments were really ending up resulting in. Mechanical monsters, living beings made from steel, were swarming in. An infantry of tanks, you could say. Adam and I, along with the twins, were able to survive the onslaught without major damage. Robin, though, we could not say the same for. A gun shot to the head, left him bleeding and close to death. We could not save him. Our losses were from minimal to almost complete. Jenny, though, kept fighting valiantly. I feel guilty for dragging her into this, but she seems like it was her need to fight. She hasn’t gave up, and has defeated thousands of the creatures. Though, not all things end well. On the third day, our mecha were gone, and the worst came. The Reapers, we called them, were summoned. Their strength was unmatched, weapons systems beyond the wildest imagination. We had done damage to the Bioforce though, they couldn’t recover all they had lost. Though, freedom was unlikely, and the extinction of our race was almost unavoidable. Another threat on that day was the reapperance of Melody. She, a ruthless assasin, took out many of our mechs and heavy artillery single handedly. She has that drive, like Jenny does, but with her, it is something dark. She isn’t fighting for something, she is fighting in fear. The fourth day, though, we saw a bit better results. Mechanized forces were loosening their grip, and more infantry were coming in. Though, The Reapers were still there, and we had to retreat inorder to escape them. Though, they weren’t targeting us, only attacking if one of us was a direct threat to their main target, Jenny. They are simple minded, focusing on only one task, killing her or disabling her, but they have a complex ability to think. They are human to an extent, thinking, calculating, but unlike humans, they are ruthless and mechanical. This inhuman soullessness isn’t exhibited by any other cyborg out there. It is only exhibited by The Reapers. Though, on day five, things once again sank to it’s hellish low. The grasslands we were fighting on were now mud and ash, mixed with the smell of corpses. Our thousands had turned to less than 100 in a matter of days. Now, on day 6, the only hope we have left is the 12 remaining soldiers, Adam, the twins, me and Jenny, though Jenny is probably the one that counts. The twins and me are currently captured, and being held at a high security building specifically for Caliga studies. Adam is out fighting with the soldiers, though by now, are dead and are with him, but not fighting. Jenny has a mission, though. She has a plan, I think. The one thing that can end it all is my father. He’s the lead of the Bioforce. If he dies, then the entire structure will crumble underneath his power that he left. Though, the world will not heal from this quickly. The one hope left is in code beneath the writings of Blackhawk, Beetle, Gears, and now Angel. I’ve figured it out now, and the only way out is to this address:
129 Rose Street
Tremorton, Ohio
Good Bye,
Ashley Eve Williams
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