Post by Croscema Trinity Aikia on Jan 4, 2007 17:55:54 GMT -5
Chapter II
Mr. Smith, Zaria, and Valinba
Selene snapped open her eyes. She was in a pure, white operating room. Dazzling bright lights shone above her, casting the four, identical men above her to look like silhouettes. Needles injected a dark liquid into her arm. The tube in her throat was removed. It was exactly like her dream. And she knew what came next. Selene cringed, waiting for the needles to pierce her skin. Waiting for the men to flip her over and start the stitching, but it never came.
The men picked her up and placed her on a gurney. They transported her from the OR, through various hallways, and finally back to the room she had found herself in earlier.
She felt her muscles once more. She stretched her fingers and kept her eyes closed, but open just enough so she could see what was going on. She balled her fist and waited. One of the dark-haired men leaned down to lift her up, but she shot a fist at him. To her dismay, the man tilted his head to dodge it. He stood up and looked to the others.
"Test Subject -," he was cut off.
"My name is Selene!" she screamed angrily.
"-Is awake," finished the man, ignoring Selene’s outburst.
Selene supported herself with both her elbows then sat up.
"Let. Me. Go," she seethed.
"It doesn’t matter. The Subject still stays in this room. Mr. Smith might find it better, anyway. He’ll get to see if this Subject is a success," said another man.
Selene clenched her jaw. This was ridiculous! They wouldn’t even listen to her! And they kept calling her ‘Subject’! Selene was furious.
"Okay, Test Sub- Selene, please take a seat," said the third man, gesturing to two white armchairs set around the only thing with some sort of color, a fireplace.
"No. I want everything explained to me right now!" replied Selene irritably, crossing her arms.
The man sighed tiredly.
"Everything will be explained as soon as Mr. Smith arrives," he said, his voice bored like he had explained it thousands of times.
"Humph," grunted Selene snottily, and she got up and walked over to one of the armchairs.
"Great, another stuck-up," whispered the first man to the others.
Selene smiled to herself. She didn’t normally act like that. She just did it because she was angry and wanted to make them mad. Well, it worked, didn’t it? The men left the room and Selene stared at the mirror above her. I bet that’s a one-way mirror, thought Selene.
Then she had an idea. She smiled mischievously, looked up, and made a rude gesture toward the mirror. She could faintly hear some outraged cries and smiled, satisfied. She took a seat in one of the armchairs and waited. In only minutes, the door opened once more and the man she had met first - she was guessing he was Smith- entered. Selene scowled as he took a seat in the opposite armchair.
"So, I’m guessing you would like an explanation?" he asked.
"You’d be right," sneered Selene.
"My fellow scientists and I are trying to create the perfect… Hmm… How could I put this? The perfect angelic human, you might say. We have been working for years, and had many failed experiments- but now, I think we’ve got it. We think we’ve found the gene to create the perfect undead human. Yours."
"What? I’m some kind of test subject for a sick little man to see if he can create zombies?" screamed Selene.
She tried to stand up so she could give this guy a piece of her mind, but silver metal bound her feet and wrists to the chair.
"That’s so no one gets hurt," smiled Smith.
Selene growled.
"Here are the questions you need to answer, Smith. Why do you want to make zombie people? Why are my genes special? And why the heck is everything in here freaking white?" snarled Selene.
"Earth is becoming a polluted wasteland. Humans are making it that way. We are simply trying to create a new race of human to live on the earth when it ends. They’ll be the only ones who will be able to survive the nuclear bombings. We have found a new substance that will never be affected by nuclear waste and has a peculiar relation to angels. But, it will only work for someone who has had Angel DNA implanted within them."
"Angels? Yeah, okay.” laughed Selene.
"Angels are quite real, my friend. You see, Jacorio, the most powerful being in this dimension, rose to the Earth many years ago in a form known as Adolf Hitler. You know what happened with Hitler. He was not born as Jacorio’s spawn. But as his plan to rid the world of Jewish people unfolded, Jacorio paid him a visit. Hitler was supposed to die on that day, but instead made a pact with the powerful being. He gave his soul so that in return, he could live to fulfill his plans. Jacorio took his soul and used Hitler as a puppet. But before Hitler’s dream became a true reality, an angel came to Earth to stop him. The Angel fought with Jacorio. If it were to lose, it would give up its soul. But if it were to win, Jacorio could not come to Earth for ten thousand years.
In order for my Master to battle the Angel, he had to shed his human form, Hitler, and become his original form. The two fought and the outcome was good- for me. The Angel lost and Jacorio took its soul. Without having my Master controlling him, Hitler did not know what he should do next in World War Two and eventually gave up and killed himself. I was a teenager at the time, like you, and that was when I had my dream to create a new world. Jacorio came to me and made me an offer. He would give me the things I needed to create a new human race, but each person of the new race would need to have the Neztek in them so that he could have control of them if needed. I took the offer and he gave me the Angel’s body, eternal life, and all the Neztek I would need. It’s been fifty long years, but I believe I’ve done it," finished Smith.
Selene’s jaw dropped. This guy was crazy! Angels? Hitler being possessed by ‘the most powerful being in this dimension’? Who exactly was ‘Jacorio’? This was crazy with a capital "C." What a fruit.
"But why are my genes so special, anyway?" asked Selene, playing along.
"Well, you were implanted with Angelic blood at birth," smiled Smith.
"What?"
"On the night you were born, Jacorio tipped me off about a girl that would become my success. So, my comrades and I traveled to the hospital and gave every girl that was born that night a shot of Angel blood. The blood would have no effect on them until we put the Neztek in. If we put it in too soon or too late, the child would die. As long as you are eighteen, we can put it in. Only two have survived. The second one died last night. That means you will be the success."
Selene’s eyes widened. This was a lot to take in. But there was no way this could be true! No. Way. Was there?
"And everything in here is white because some of our earlier experiments found that looking at any color would make them blind. Go figure," shrugged Smith.
"So, what, I’m going to become a mutant angel undead person because you think the world’s too corrupted and you want to make a race of humans that will live once you nuclear bomb everything?"
"Correct."
"But wait. You said ‘As long as you are eighteen, we can put the Neztek in’. So why did the other girl die? Her birthday wouldn’t be for another eight months if we were born on the same night," asked Selene, starting to believe that this might actually be true.
"I don’t know a lot of things. I don’t know why she died. I don’t know if I was tricked. I don’t know what makes you special. But I’m going to wait for the mutation and then rip you apart to find out." His last words were chilling.
"Won’t we need food, water, and clean air once the Earth dies?" said Selene, trying to ignore the last comment.
"No. The Neztek will provide everything you need. Just throw it into the ocean and life will come to Earth once more."
"You are one psychotic, little man," said Selene.
"And soon, you’ll be a ‘mutant angel undead person’," sneered Smith, looking at a watch on his wrist, "Actually, in five, four, three, two, one."
A searing pain went through Selene’s body. The silver binds released her and allowed her to fall to the ground. Her body shook uncontrollably, as if she were having a seizure. Two bumps appeared on her back, poking through her shirt. Then, they sprouted into wings. Two, eight foot wings erupted from her back, covered in angelic white feathers. Her pupils enlarged greatly. Her body stopped shaking.
"Success! It’s a success!" yelled Smith, jumping up and down.
Selene lay on the ground. Smith’s yelling seemed faint.
"You will end the world. You are my slave, now," whispered a dark voice in her head.
Selene’s wings folded against her body. Her face was scrunched in concentration.
"No," moaned Selene.
"Stay strong, my child. Do not let Jacorio take you," said a different, gentler, light voice.
"You will be my slave. And you will do what I say!"
"No.”
"You will do as I say!"
"No!" roared Selene.
Selene jumped into the air and unfolded her wings. She was high in the air, and five men stood far under her. She flapped her wings, trying to stay up. She wobbled in the air, struggling for balance. Selene got as close to the one-way mirror as she could and then tucked in her wings, pointing to the ground two stories below her.
"Close the door!" she heard Mr. Smith yell.
The fourth man ran to the door, but just before he reached it, Selene soared through it. She maneuvered through the hallways and heard a whirring noise- probably an alarm. People were swarming after her. There were quite a lot of people for a secret organization with some crackpot story behind it. There was no way he could be telling them the real reason they were there.
"Ah!" yelped Selene as she tumbled to the ground.
Her wings had locked up and caused her to fall to the ground. She tucked in her new wings and ran down the hall. Her footsteps no longer made the light clapping sounds, but made no sound at all. She turned into an empty hallway and turned into a room. She closed the door behind her and flipped on the lights. A figure stood before her. It was a woman more beautiful than any other. Her own, black wings stretched across the room. White hair fell past her shoulders. Kind, blue eyes stared at Selene. She wore a beautiful, black gown.
Selene gasped and took a step back.
"Selene, I am Zaria, the one whose blood is within you," she said, outstretching her hand, "Take my hand. We haven’t much time."
Selene hesitated for a moment. She couldn’t believe everything that was happened. She missed her mother and father. She missed Lexi. But it looked like Zaria was her best option. She touched Zaria’s hand cautiously and the scene around them changed. They appeared in a small clearing in a wood. A deer looked at them before taking off.
"Selene, we don’t have much time, so I’m going to make this short. We are in a forest in the world of Valinba. Valinba is a world that is inhabited by Wengles, dragons, wizards, witches, dwarves, and other magical creatures."
"What about angels?" asked Selene, remembering that Smith had talked a lot about Angels.
"Angels? You mean Wengles? Wengles are Avian like creatures. We are extremely rare," explained Zaria, "What Smith told you is mostly true. But the Neztek will not provide life. It will destroy it."
"So, what does this have to do with me?" asked Selene.
"Jacorio will never be killed. But he can be defeated so that he can have no control over anything on Earth for a number of years. The most he’s offered is two million years. He won. You need to overcome him. Strike a deal with him, and then defeat him."
“How do I know that anything in here is real?” asked Selene skeptically, “None of this makes any sense, and it’s all happening so fast!”
“I understand. But you just need to believe me. Please.” Said Zaria, her eyes pleading.
“Wait, I thought Smith tore your body apart?”
Zaria flinched, but didn’t lose her composure.
“He still has it. I have no use for it now, because… never mind.”
"Okat, so, what am I supposed to offer him for two million years? My soul?"
"Oh, no. Souls usually don’t even get into the thousands. Mine was special, because I am a Wengle. No, there’s only one thing you can offer him. Earth."
"What? What if I lose? Then everybody’s screwed!" asked Selene frantically after letting Zaria’s words sink in.
"You cannot lose. Losing isn’t an option. I will visit you when I can. I have to leave before my Master finds out I’m gone. Go to the city of Worel, just straight through the trees. Ask around for Gip. He’ll help you and explain everything. And don’t let anyone know you’re a Wengle. There are some clothes next to the bush. Goodbye, Selene."
In a flash of black light, Zaria disappeared. Selene stood there for a moment, stunned, her mouth agape. She was destined to defeat Jacorio? She didn’t even know who he was! So, how was she supposed to beat him? And if she failed, Earth would be under his power? Oh, great.
Selene walked to the rose bush and picked up the stack of clothes: a white, medieval-times blouse, and some tan slacks..
"What’s with all the white?" thought Selene.
She looked down and saw a sword under the clothes. A scrap of parchment lay on top of the sword with neat, careful writing. She grabbed the note and read it out loud.
"Selene,
You may need this. Use it with care and pay attention to it. It will tell you whom you are being influenced by. If by Jacorio, the blade will turn black. It by myself, then it will glow white. Use this weapon wisely.
Zaria"
Mr. Smith, Zaria, and Valinba
Selene snapped open her eyes. She was in a pure, white operating room. Dazzling bright lights shone above her, casting the four, identical men above her to look like silhouettes. Needles injected a dark liquid into her arm. The tube in her throat was removed. It was exactly like her dream. And she knew what came next. Selene cringed, waiting for the needles to pierce her skin. Waiting for the men to flip her over and start the stitching, but it never came.
The men picked her up and placed her on a gurney. They transported her from the OR, through various hallways, and finally back to the room she had found herself in earlier.
She felt her muscles once more. She stretched her fingers and kept her eyes closed, but open just enough so she could see what was going on. She balled her fist and waited. One of the dark-haired men leaned down to lift her up, but she shot a fist at him. To her dismay, the man tilted his head to dodge it. He stood up and looked to the others.
"Test Subject -," he was cut off.
"My name is Selene!" she screamed angrily.
"-Is awake," finished the man, ignoring Selene’s outburst.
Selene supported herself with both her elbows then sat up.
"Let. Me. Go," she seethed.
"It doesn’t matter. The Subject still stays in this room. Mr. Smith might find it better, anyway. He’ll get to see if this Subject is a success," said another man.
Selene clenched her jaw. This was ridiculous! They wouldn’t even listen to her! And they kept calling her ‘Subject’! Selene was furious.
"Okay, Test Sub- Selene, please take a seat," said the third man, gesturing to two white armchairs set around the only thing with some sort of color, a fireplace.
"No. I want everything explained to me right now!" replied Selene irritably, crossing her arms.
The man sighed tiredly.
"Everything will be explained as soon as Mr. Smith arrives," he said, his voice bored like he had explained it thousands of times.
"Humph," grunted Selene snottily, and she got up and walked over to one of the armchairs.
"Great, another stuck-up," whispered the first man to the others.
Selene smiled to herself. She didn’t normally act like that. She just did it because she was angry and wanted to make them mad. Well, it worked, didn’t it? The men left the room and Selene stared at the mirror above her. I bet that’s a one-way mirror, thought Selene.
Then she had an idea. She smiled mischievously, looked up, and made a rude gesture toward the mirror. She could faintly hear some outraged cries and smiled, satisfied. She took a seat in one of the armchairs and waited. In only minutes, the door opened once more and the man she had met first - she was guessing he was Smith- entered. Selene scowled as he took a seat in the opposite armchair.
"So, I’m guessing you would like an explanation?" he asked.
"You’d be right," sneered Selene.
"My fellow scientists and I are trying to create the perfect… Hmm… How could I put this? The perfect angelic human, you might say. We have been working for years, and had many failed experiments- but now, I think we’ve got it. We think we’ve found the gene to create the perfect undead human. Yours."
"What? I’m some kind of test subject for a sick little man to see if he can create zombies?" screamed Selene.
She tried to stand up so she could give this guy a piece of her mind, but silver metal bound her feet and wrists to the chair.
"That’s so no one gets hurt," smiled Smith.
Selene growled.
"Here are the questions you need to answer, Smith. Why do you want to make zombie people? Why are my genes special? And why the heck is everything in here freaking white?" snarled Selene.
"Earth is becoming a polluted wasteland. Humans are making it that way. We are simply trying to create a new race of human to live on the earth when it ends. They’ll be the only ones who will be able to survive the nuclear bombings. We have found a new substance that will never be affected by nuclear waste and has a peculiar relation to angels. But, it will only work for someone who has had Angel DNA implanted within them."
"Angels? Yeah, okay.” laughed Selene.
"Angels are quite real, my friend. You see, Jacorio, the most powerful being in this dimension, rose to the Earth many years ago in a form known as Adolf Hitler. You know what happened with Hitler. He was not born as Jacorio’s spawn. But as his plan to rid the world of Jewish people unfolded, Jacorio paid him a visit. Hitler was supposed to die on that day, but instead made a pact with the powerful being. He gave his soul so that in return, he could live to fulfill his plans. Jacorio took his soul and used Hitler as a puppet. But before Hitler’s dream became a true reality, an angel came to Earth to stop him. The Angel fought with Jacorio. If it were to lose, it would give up its soul. But if it were to win, Jacorio could not come to Earth for ten thousand years.
In order for my Master to battle the Angel, he had to shed his human form, Hitler, and become his original form. The two fought and the outcome was good- for me. The Angel lost and Jacorio took its soul. Without having my Master controlling him, Hitler did not know what he should do next in World War Two and eventually gave up and killed himself. I was a teenager at the time, like you, and that was when I had my dream to create a new world. Jacorio came to me and made me an offer. He would give me the things I needed to create a new human race, but each person of the new race would need to have the Neztek in them so that he could have control of them if needed. I took the offer and he gave me the Angel’s body, eternal life, and all the Neztek I would need. It’s been fifty long years, but I believe I’ve done it," finished Smith.
Selene’s jaw dropped. This guy was crazy! Angels? Hitler being possessed by ‘the most powerful being in this dimension’? Who exactly was ‘Jacorio’? This was crazy with a capital "C." What a fruit.
"But why are my genes so special, anyway?" asked Selene, playing along.
"Well, you were implanted with Angelic blood at birth," smiled Smith.
"What?"
"On the night you were born, Jacorio tipped me off about a girl that would become my success. So, my comrades and I traveled to the hospital and gave every girl that was born that night a shot of Angel blood. The blood would have no effect on them until we put the Neztek in. If we put it in too soon or too late, the child would die. As long as you are eighteen, we can put it in. Only two have survived. The second one died last night. That means you will be the success."
Selene’s eyes widened. This was a lot to take in. But there was no way this could be true! No. Way. Was there?
"And everything in here is white because some of our earlier experiments found that looking at any color would make them blind. Go figure," shrugged Smith.
"So, what, I’m going to become a mutant angel undead person because you think the world’s too corrupted and you want to make a race of humans that will live once you nuclear bomb everything?"
"Correct."
"But wait. You said ‘As long as you are eighteen, we can put the Neztek in’. So why did the other girl die? Her birthday wouldn’t be for another eight months if we were born on the same night," asked Selene, starting to believe that this might actually be true.
"I don’t know a lot of things. I don’t know why she died. I don’t know if I was tricked. I don’t know what makes you special. But I’m going to wait for the mutation and then rip you apart to find out." His last words were chilling.
"Won’t we need food, water, and clean air once the Earth dies?" said Selene, trying to ignore the last comment.
"No. The Neztek will provide everything you need. Just throw it into the ocean and life will come to Earth once more."
"You are one psychotic, little man," said Selene.
"And soon, you’ll be a ‘mutant angel undead person’," sneered Smith, looking at a watch on his wrist, "Actually, in five, four, three, two, one."
A searing pain went through Selene’s body. The silver binds released her and allowed her to fall to the ground. Her body shook uncontrollably, as if she were having a seizure. Two bumps appeared on her back, poking through her shirt. Then, they sprouted into wings. Two, eight foot wings erupted from her back, covered in angelic white feathers. Her pupils enlarged greatly. Her body stopped shaking.
"Success! It’s a success!" yelled Smith, jumping up and down.
Selene lay on the ground. Smith’s yelling seemed faint.
"You will end the world. You are my slave, now," whispered a dark voice in her head.
Selene’s wings folded against her body. Her face was scrunched in concentration.
"No," moaned Selene.
"Stay strong, my child. Do not let Jacorio take you," said a different, gentler, light voice.
"You will be my slave. And you will do what I say!"
"No.”
"You will do as I say!"
"No!" roared Selene.
Selene jumped into the air and unfolded her wings. She was high in the air, and five men stood far under her. She flapped her wings, trying to stay up. She wobbled in the air, struggling for balance. Selene got as close to the one-way mirror as she could and then tucked in her wings, pointing to the ground two stories below her.
"Close the door!" she heard Mr. Smith yell.
The fourth man ran to the door, but just before he reached it, Selene soared through it. She maneuvered through the hallways and heard a whirring noise- probably an alarm. People were swarming after her. There were quite a lot of people for a secret organization with some crackpot story behind it. There was no way he could be telling them the real reason they were there.
"Ah!" yelped Selene as she tumbled to the ground.
Her wings had locked up and caused her to fall to the ground. She tucked in her new wings and ran down the hall. Her footsteps no longer made the light clapping sounds, but made no sound at all. She turned into an empty hallway and turned into a room. She closed the door behind her and flipped on the lights. A figure stood before her. It was a woman more beautiful than any other. Her own, black wings stretched across the room. White hair fell past her shoulders. Kind, blue eyes stared at Selene. She wore a beautiful, black gown.
Selene gasped and took a step back.
"Selene, I am Zaria, the one whose blood is within you," she said, outstretching her hand, "Take my hand. We haven’t much time."
Selene hesitated for a moment. She couldn’t believe everything that was happened. She missed her mother and father. She missed Lexi. But it looked like Zaria was her best option. She touched Zaria’s hand cautiously and the scene around them changed. They appeared in a small clearing in a wood. A deer looked at them before taking off.
"Selene, we don’t have much time, so I’m going to make this short. We are in a forest in the world of Valinba. Valinba is a world that is inhabited by Wengles, dragons, wizards, witches, dwarves, and other magical creatures."
"What about angels?" asked Selene, remembering that Smith had talked a lot about Angels.
"Angels? You mean Wengles? Wengles are Avian like creatures. We are extremely rare," explained Zaria, "What Smith told you is mostly true. But the Neztek will not provide life. It will destroy it."
"So, what does this have to do with me?" asked Selene.
"Jacorio will never be killed. But he can be defeated so that he can have no control over anything on Earth for a number of years. The most he’s offered is two million years. He won. You need to overcome him. Strike a deal with him, and then defeat him."
“How do I know that anything in here is real?” asked Selene skeptically, “None of this makes any sense, and it’s all happening so fast!”
“I understand. But you just need to believe me. Please.” Said Zaria, her eyes pleading.
“Wait, I thought Smith tore your body apart?”
Zaria flinched, but didn’t lose her composure.
“He still has it. I have no use for it now, because… never mind.”
"Okat, so, what am I supposed to offer him for two million years? My soul?"
"Oh, no. Souls usually don’t even get into the thousands. Mine was special, because I am a Wengle. No, there’s only one thing you can offer him. Earth."
"What? What if I lose? Then everybody’s screwed!" asked Selene frantically after letting Zaria’s words sink in.
"You cannot lose. Losing isn’t an option. I will visit you when I can. I have to leave before my Master finds out I’m gone. Go to the city of Worel, just straight through the trees. Ask around for Gip. He’ll help you and explain everything. And don’t let anyone know you’re a Wengle. There are some clothes next to the bush. Goodbye, Selene."
In a flash of black light, Zaria disappeared. Selene stood there for a moment, stunned, her mouth agape. She was destined to defeat Jacorio? She didn’t even know who he was! So, how was she supposed to beat him? And if she failed, Earth would be under his power? Oh, great.
Selene walked to the rose bush and picked up the stack of clothes: a white, medieval-times blouse, and some tan slacks..
"What’s with all the white?" thought Selene.
She looked down and saw a sword under the clothes. A scrap of parchment lay on top of the sword with neat, careful writing. She grabbed the note and read it out loud.
"Selene,
You may need this. Use it with care and pay attention to it. It will tell you whom you are being influenced by. If by Jacorio, the blade will turn black. It by myself, then it will glow white. Use this weapon wisely.
Zaria"
