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submitted by Mina
(November 6, 2016 - 11:15 am)
(November 6, 2016 - 11:15 am)
Finally!No offense Elliot. :)
Tuera/???~
My eyes opened wide. I was laying on a bed in a completely white room. I didn't remember anything. Who was I? Where was I? What in the name of Claaws was going on here? Who was Claaws and how did I know that name?
A person entered the room, leaning over me. I wanted to sit up, but my muscles wouldn't work properly.
"Your name is Addilon (Add-a-long), also known as Experiment #327610. You're 12 years old, and your parents died when you were a baby. Remember?" I did remember. I remembered flashes of light, clashings of swords and screaming. (She's actually remembering Elliot's Army) I shuddered violently and nodded. The man nodded sharply and directed me out the door.
"Go on to Headmistress Rigga. She'll get you your roommate." I nodded again and walked out the door. As I looked at the bundle the man had given me, I noticed it had clothes and a room schedule. I took out the schedule and looked at it-easy enough.
I knocked on what I knew (somehow) was the headmistress office. The headmistress opened the door.
"Why hello, Addilon, correct?" I nodded silently. She nodded back, and handed me a slip of paper with my room number and roommate on it. I glanced at it as I hurried down the hall. Room 118, Prism F. Intresting. I carefully opened the door to room 118, expecting a demon or something to jump out at me. But the only thing in the room was a single girl with brown hair.
"Hi," She said softly. "Who are you?"
"Addilon," I said quietly. Since when was I so timid?
"Prism. Are you my new roommate? Forgive me if I continually forget your name-I have a, er, horrible memory." Prism looked down at the quilt on the bed. I nodded and set down my stuff on the other bed. Prism looked over curiously.
"So, what did you get?" It was then that I noticed she had yellow eyes. Alarmed, I pulled back slightly, but answered.
"Clothes and a room schedule." She nodded thoughtfully. I shuddered. Something was terribly off about this girl.
Prism F.~
I nodded. Addilon seemed to hate me at first sight, but said nothing. Well, I supposed I'd know in a week or so, when she would apply to change rooms. Iglanced at the clock and gasped.
"Come on-well be late for Fear!" I cried, grabbing Addilon's arm and running out the open door, hearing it clang shut behind me. I sighed. Fear was the worst class.
I arrived in the Fear classroom with a few other later students. The teacher raised her eyebrow at us, but ignored it. I sighed carefully. As the teacher clipped the sensor on me, I barely even moved. I hated that thing. It didn't shock me, just made me feel sleepy. Probably something in my serum. Addilon got a fistful, though. She nearly screamed when the sensor was clipped, and I knew her Fear rating would be super high. She looked at me, eyes wide, chocolate brown hair standing straight on end, and I shrugged, laying my head on my desk. A lot of students thought it just hurt that much for me, but really, it was the opposite.
One by one, the students entered the Fear simulator. One by one, the students came out crying, screaming, or puking. When it was Addilon's turn, she looked so scared. I felt really bad, but couldn't tell her anything. She entered the chamber, looking back at me one last time. I wondered, what was running through her head at that point?
Tuera/Addilon~
I glanced back at Prism. I could feel my hair standing on end, and my eyes were as big as Claaws herself. There was that name again. How did I know it? I didn't have time to think as the door shut behind me.
“Tuera?” A voice said behind me. I whipped around. There was no one there. My hands shook.
“How could you just leave us?!” I whirled around again. A girl with dark brown hair and watery blue eyes looked at me pleadingly.
“Who are you?” I whispered. The girl looked like she was about to burst into tears.
“Tuera! Quit playing dumb! I thought we became friends! But your still a solo assasin?! Why?! Why…..why?” Her voice faded as the tears ran down her cheeks. Suddenly, I was thrown against the wall. I looked up quickly. The girl’s tear tracks were completely gone, and she was mad. She stomped towards me and punched me in the stomach.
“I didn't want to do this, but...you forced my hand.” She said.
“No, please!” I cried. “Who are you?!”
She looked at me coldly. “Honestly, Tuera.” I didn't know what happened then, but I ended up against the wall, hands behind my back, knife to my throat. I breathed in and out, more scared than I had ever been in my life.
“It's Rae.” The voice whispered, before fading. The door I had entered through before opened, and I turned around. The girl was gone. I staggered out through the door and sat back down next to Prism. She looked at me sympathetically but said nothing. No one did. Obviously, there was no talking in this class.
I zoned out for a while while the last students went in, trying to calm my heart. Prism’s name was called, and I looked up. The girl calmly stood up in her seat and walked into the room, not even looking back.
How is she so unafraid? I wondered.
Prism F.~
I walked into the room. Immediately the door swung shut and I waited, sitting on the floor, back against the wall. Right on cue, the woman stepped out from the shadows, followed by a man. I got up.
“Prism, hide, honey. It's not safe out here. They're coming for us.” my mom said. Dad nodded. I slumped back against the wall. Nothing new. Sigh-boringggg.
Soon enough, the agents burst in through the walls and grabbed my mom and dad, instantly killing them with withering sleep darts. I stood up and held up my hands, annoyed. The agents smirked. One grabbed me by the neck and off we went. The lights came back on and I fell to the floor just as the door opened. Picking myself up, I walked calmly out of the chamber and sat back down at the table. Addilon looked at me incredulously. I shrugged and waited for the last students to enter the capsule.
The loudspeaker crackled to life. “All students report to the audatorium immediently.” I sighed and dragged a shaking Addilon after me. When we entered the auditorium, all I saw were guns. Everywhere. Everyone had one. It was all I could do not to scream.
Tuera/Addilon~
I noticed a birdgirl and a cat on the stage, watching a boy and girl look at them intently. Three other students were standing up, pointing guns at the boy and girl, while two others pointed guns at them. Prism tensed. She must've had some bad experience with guns in the past. I held her hand tightly. The remaining students who weren't standing or holding guns turned to us. We froze.
What had we just interrupted?
(November 25, 2016 - 1:00 pm)
WAIT!!! He's DEAD?!
(November 25, 2016 - 11:53 am)
He sounds like a robot, but his eyes don't show it.
"Elliot... dead?" I ask in disbelief.
"Yes," he replies.
I take another moment to contemplate the news. "Who killed him?"
"One by the name of Alexander."
"Why?" I ask.
"I can answer your questions later," he says. "But for now you need to come with me. The Resistance is trying to kill us. In fact, there are spies right here in this very school. I need you to pinpoint them out. I know you noticed them in the crowd. Then we can continue with the plan."
"The bird-girl and the cat," I reply bluntly, in the order I saw them.
Poe Allen nods and we walk onto the stage. He looks around in the crowd when his face grows dark, obviously spotting them.
"May I help you?" the Head asks. "We were just about to dismiss the students. They are getting restless."
"Look, another tiny killer ant!" a boy in the front row shouts from the crowd.
At that moment, Poe Allen seemed to have had less patience than me.
He quickly takes his gun out of it's socket, and he cocks it, pointing it to the boy.
A dead silence falls over the crowd.
"What's their names?" Poe Allen whispers to the head, pointing to the bird-girl and cat.
"The one with the wings is Diana, and the cat is Tate," the Head replies. "Our students, why?"
The cat glares at Poe Allen. The same icy glare given to Elliot. And the bird-girl. She tries to show no emotion, but she obviously fails.
"Diana and Tate, please come up to the stage," the Head shouts, giving a questioning look to Poe Allen.
They slowly walk up the stage, and they step beside Poe.
He inhales sharply and points the gun at the bird-girl.
Suddenely, about three students stand up from the crowd and point the gun at Poe Allen.
"Drop it!" a girl exclaims. "In the name of the Resistance."
I point my gun at her, and a boy near her shifts his aim at me.
Then two of our spies stand up.
"No, you drop it. In the name of the New Republic," a boy scowls.
Now there's a circle of people pointing guns at each other in the auditorium.
(November 25, 2016 - 1:19 pm)
#hold on was Poe talking about me? is he? Please be me #
(November 25, 2016 - 2:05 pm)
I hold my arms out, and a stream of scions surrounds me.
"Leave resistance." I say, and the resistance members cowar.
"Alexandria, we have to leave. Now." I say, running for the door.
(November 25, 2016 - 3:00 pm)
I point my gun at the little kid. I didn't know how or why I was doing this, why I was opposing them. I guess it was when I saw him pointing his gun at those weird girls, about to murder them just because they had done nothing, that I finally snapped.
Eliza stood up of course, but then he pointed his gun at her. I pointed my gun at him, not wanting anyone to get murderd. I was sick of all of this, and I knew now that it was my chance to escape. To get out of here. To go back to my old life, to rebuild what I had lost.
The auditorium is comepletly silent. What will happen next?
(November 25, 2016 - 4:06 pm)
That's it. The final straw.
I cannot take it anymore.
When Poe turns his back-
I lunge.
(November 25, 2016 - 4:55 pm)
I grab my knife as the angel lunges at me. I stab her in the chest as she pushes me to the ground. And then I hear Angelena flapping in on her false wings. Good. If they want a fight, I will give it to them.
(November 25, 2016 - 6:22 pm)
Poe Allen continues to fight the bird-girl, but her big wings get in his way. I take my gun and shoot it at her wings, blowing her back. Of course she begins to heal it, but the process is slower, due to the gaping hole.
Poe Allen grabs my arm and we run through the hallways, pursued by the Resistance agents.
We dive into a classroom and shove behind a teacher's desk right as the Resistance takes their places behind the other desks. One by one, we shoot up, fire, and shoot back down.
"They can't go on forever doing this," Poe Allen gasps after ducking back down. "But it doesn't seem like we're coming to an end anytime soon."
I'm about to respond when I suddenely get an idea in my head. In the classroom are huge windows to our right that lead to the outside. If Poe Allen and I can just run- no, leap- through there, we might be able to get out.
I snatch Poe Allen's gun out of his hand.
"What are you doing?" he asks.
I look above the desk and duck down just in time as someone shoots at me.
I explain my plan, and he nods.
"But what about the diversion?"
"Can we move the desk over to the window while still staying behind it?" I suggest. "I mean, we're both smaller, so we can probably still have the cover but also get to the window."
"Right," Poe Allen says, thinking. He looks up. "Let's do it."
We slowly move the desk as more agents shoot at us. Occasionally, one of us will jump up slightly to shoot, but otherwise we work on moving the desk.
We get to the window, and I use Poe's gun and my own to shoot down the window. It works.
But the Resistance seems to have caught on.
Right as Poe Allen and I jump through the window, the bird-girl shoots me in the leg. The bullet rips through my leg and burries itself in, coming with excruciating pain. I shove into Poe, and we land on the ground.
(November 25, 2016 - 9:26 pm)
The airship picks us up soon after. We fly to my base. Everything was going alright.
(November 25, 2016 - 10:51 pm)
Whoa. More drama. XD
Tuera/Addilon~
I gasped and sprinted out of the room as the birdgirl attacked the boy on the stage. Prism stumbled, but came out right behind me. We both sprinted into our room and locked the door tightly shut. We looked at each other, horrified.
"Well." Prism said, panting.
"THAT just happened," I finished, looking sideways at her. She smiled, but it looked pained. More past stuff, I supposed. We sat on the beds in silence for a long time, probably about two or three hours, before Prism straightened.
"Well, it should all be over by now."
I felt doubtful. "Are you sure?"
Prism nodded matter-of-factly. "I knew Alexandria, the girl that was on that stage? She wouldn't hang around. They're gone. I'd stay away from Diana and Tate for a little while, though."
"Who are Diana and Tate?" I asked completely confused.
"The birdgirl is Diana, and the cat is Tate." I nodded, slightly puzzled. Prism rolled her eyes and pulled me out the door. We headed to the computer center, as I had some homework I needed to do, and Prism wanted to look up an old record.
When we entered the center, I walked over to a public computer and Prism went to ask for help to use the special computer. Sighing, I opened up a new browser, and, out of curiousity, typed into the blinking search bar: Prism F SOCS Facility
There was only one result that came up. Young girl stolen: Taken to SOCS Facility. Hesitating, I clicked on the link.
An old newspaper article came up. "On May 23, (insert random year here, idk), a young girl by the name of Prism Felisinora was stolen from the small town of Watersburg. The authorities arrived at the scene ten minutes after the 911 call from a neighbor, only to find the house in flames and the parents lying dead outside. Young Prism was nowhere to be found. Prism is 5'6 and..." I didn't read anymore. I didn't need to. Prism didn't seem to care about hernpast. But in my mind, I now knew why she was so quiet, and hated guns.
Silently, I closed the tab. A single wet tear dropped onto the spacebar.
Prism F.~
I walked over to the desk and spoke. "Excuse me, may I please use the records computer?" The lady, who was smiling before, turned serious and leamed back in her chair.
"Well, that depends," She said awkwardly. "Why?"
"My friend is in real danger. I need to look up her records. Please?" I made my yellow eyes go as big as they would. The lady consented and booted up the computer.
"Five minutes, no more." She said softly, and went back to her work. I silently celebrated, then sat down in the chair. Immediately, I typed in: Addilon SOCS
One record came up. I clicked on it.
The standard, lavender page loaded, the words following.
FORMER LIFE
Name: Tuera Emily Guarcion
Age: 13
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Serum: None
Mutant: No
Appearance: Chocolate brown hair, emerald green eyes, pale skin, 5’1 height, 90 pounds.
Occupation: Assasin for Elliot of SailHaven army.
NEW LIFE
Name: Addilon
Age: 12
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Serum: #598e012ke937
Mutant: No
Appearance: See above
Eventual Occupation: Superassasin for Catastrophe's Army.
More loading…
I gasped softly. Quickly, I exited the page. Out of curiousity, I typed in: Prism F. SOCS
Again, one link appeared. I clicked on it.
FORMER LIFE:
Name: Prism Melaina Felisinora
Age: 12
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Serum: None
Mutant: No
Appearance: Mouse brown hair, ice blue eyes, pale skin, freckles, sharp cheekbones, 5’6 height, 78 pounds.
Occupation: None
NEW LIFE
Name: Prism F.
Age: 12
Gender: Female
Species: Human; eventual Demon
Serum: #2518s9173jkk183e
Mutant: Yes, to Demon
Appearance: See above, yellow eyes.
Eventual Occupation: Secret Weapon for Catastrophe's Army
More loading…
I closed the page. My fate, my destiny-it hadn't changed.
(November 26, 2016 - 12:03 am)
I hiss through my teeth as a doctor disinfects the wound. She already took the bullet out, but there's still a bloody hole. She then takes a white bandage and wraps it tightly around my leg.
"Thank you," I say, standing up.
"Wait, dear, don't stand up yet," the doctor says, also staning up and holding out her hands.
"I'm fine," I say, smiling the best I can.
In the Academy, they injured us on purpose and then made us fight each other without faltering. I'm fairly used to this.
The doctor looks at me skeptically but nods anyway. "Okay, just be careful."
I nod and walk off.
I approach the deck of the air ship, where Poe Allen is talking to some of the crewmates and captain.
Once they finish, he waves them off and walks over to me.
"How's your leg?" he asks casually.
I clear my throat. "Better. Where exactly are we going?"
(November 26, 2016 - 7:45 am)
"To my base in the Æther wastes." I say. "Also, I got a blood sample from shadow. I can clone her now."
"Good." She says.
"Do you mind if I change the subject for a minute?" I say.
"I don't mind." She replies.
"See, I really missed you while you were gone. And not because you are good at fighting, but beceause I actually like you. Uhm, yea... What I am trying to say is that I love you." I say, speeding up towards the end.
(November 26, 2016 - 10:18 am)
I stand there, stunned. No one has ever said that to me before. Or did they? Maybe in my past that I have no idea about. Is that what it was? That weird feeling that I felt when we were hunting the Resistance in the forest, was it that?
"I-"
But before I can finish, the ship rumbles and crashes to the ground. We both run to the control deck, where it seems like we've crash landed. Luckily, we're at the Aether Wastes.
"Let's talk about this maybe later," I say.
(November 26, 2016 - 2:00 pm)
I'm covered in blood again. Why am I always covered in blood?
I try to heal myself, but it's very difficult. The dagger must have been covered in some kind of brazen goo poison. Which I suppose would affect me, since I am part Unicorn.
But wait, you're probably wondering what happened to me and Mina. Well, we managed to escape the auditorium, and are now wanted criminals again. We searched the base, but couldn't find anywhere to hide, so we ended up squeezing ourselves into a broom closet. And here we are.
So yeah.
(November 26, 2016 - 4:52 pm)