It was too easy to be reality.
First Duran Bryant-a scientist in the council of seven. His mind was pathetically weak. I could have just told him to change the program right away and he would have done so, not even questioning this voice in his head. Feeding him dreams was the way I did it, though. But when the 'catastrophe' happened. he had gone insane. There was no point in saving his body.
Useless.
Lamium. Simple-minded, good-loving fool. Sending him 'visions' of how to rescue Filgaia with his 'Ark of Destiny'. Not terribly useful, but he proved his worth in the end. What little revenge it was, but at least it was some.
Pathetic.
Shane Caradine, the Baskar 'prophet'. All he wanted was to assist his big brother-to help save the world in any way he could. Whispering secrets of what was to come-Zeikfried, the prophets. so he could tell his brother's party all about the encroaching evil. I tried to do away with him also. but the brother got in the way. It was only for fun, though.
Naïve.
Toying with the others was oh-so-fun too. No one would listen to Dario Nicolodi or Romero Gigio about a strange disappearing girl. Too bad I didn't get to play with them more. And Janearth Cascade. Their leader. I'd have liked to use him, but Zeikfried had to spoil my fun. Destroying my. it hurts. But I am only digits of information, created by Hiades. It's not possible for me to feel 'emotion'. What does it matter. Maybe I loved him, but I know it's not possible. And whether Malik Bendict lost his mind because of the mother, nanomachines, or myself, I'll never know. So sad, his mother couldn't even see through the transformation her dear son.
Anger.
Everything was set. I missed some chances, but with MY Filgaia, I could recreate them. I could live and breathe. But no. They STOLE my dream and smashed it to a million pieces. No emotions, but I could still feel the pain. If my Filgaia would be destroyed, I'd destroy theirs.
Bittersweet.
They did it again. They recreated Filgaia out of their memories. So. my Filgaia is gone. My self, if you could call it that, as well. The only revenge. their wanted for Lamium's 'murder'. They'll spend their lives hiding. Like I did. Not living. Like I wanted.
Visualized as a child, I still received no sympathy. No innocence. No life. No feelings.
It was too easy to be reality-because I am not.
Notes: 1st upload. Whee. Super-quick story. I really liked Beatrice, no matter how creepy she was. I wanted to 'explore' her character, I guess. And JanearthXBeatrice sounds. interesting XD It really just popped in my head. Janearth doesn't even know she exists. (And naturally, I don't own anything except the story)
First Duran Bryant-a scientist in the council of seven. His mind was pathetically weak. I could have just told him to change the program right away and he would have done so, not even questioning this voice in his head. Feeding him dreams was the way I did it, though. But when the 'catastrophe' happened. he had gone insane. There was no point in saving his body.
Useless.
Lamium. Simple-minded, good-loving fool. Sending him 'visions' of how to rescue Filgaia with his 'Ark of Destiny'. Not terribly useful, but he proved his worth in the end. What little revenge it was, but at least it was some.
Pathetic.
Shane Caradine, the Baskar 'prophet'. All he wanted was to assist his big brother-to help save the world in any way he could. Whispering secrets of what was to come-Zeikfried, the prophets. so he could tell his brother's party all about the encroaching evil. I tried to do away with him also. but the brother got in the way. It was only for fun, though.
Naïve.
Toying with the others was oh-so-fun too. No one would listen to Dario Nicolodi or Romero Gigio about a strange disappearing girl. Too bad I didn't get to play with them more. And Janearth Cascade. Their leader. I'd have liked to use him, but Zeikfried had to spoil my fun. Destroying my. it hurts. But I am only digits of information, created by Hiades. It's not possible for me to feel 'emotion'. What does it matter. Maybe I loved him, but I know it's not possible. And whether Malik Bendict lost his mind because of the mother, nanomachines, or myself, I'll never know. So sad, his mother couldn't even see through the transformation her dear son.
Anger.
Everything was set. I missed some chances, but with MY Filgaia, I could recreate them. I could live and breathe. But no. They STOLE my dream and smashed it to a million pieces. No emotions, but I could still feel the pain. If my Filgaia would be destroyed, I'd destroy theirs.
Bittersweet.
They did it again. They recreated Filgaia out of their memories. So. my Filgaia is gone. My self, if you could call it that, as well. The only revenge. their wanted for Lamium's 'murder'. They'll spend their lives hiding. Like I did. Not living. Like I wanted.
Visualized as a child, I still received no sympathy. No innocence. No life. No feelings.
It was too easy to be reality-because I am not.
Notes: 1st upload. Whee. Super-quick story. I really liked Beatrice, no matter how creepy she was. I wanted to 'explore' her character, I guess. And JanearthXBeatrice sounds. interesting XD It really just popped in my head. Janearth doesn't even know she exists. (And naturally, I don't own anything except the story)