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Chronicles of Cable
Chapter one: Rainy days mean to remember
Gray clouds concealed the gigantic space above. There was a rhythmic pattern of raindrops sizzling
on the metal fence surrounding Special Circumstances. Usually nobody noticed days like this, too busy in
the day's activities, too close-minded to understand. It was these days that made up the Special's history,
reflecting past friendships, laughter, and mistakes; something too old to remember, and too ugly to care.
It was days like these that drove Doctor insert initial here Cable to lock herself in her office, cancel all appointments, and
stare absent-mindedly out the window, holding on to specks of memory. Specks of memory that would
soon be erased by razor-sharp scalpels, hungry for the uniqueness of a special soldier.
Damn that Tally.
Since she showed up, everything had begun to fall apart. Not that the Doctor didn't see it coming, but it was
all so sudden, and in a way, even unfair.
…..alright, so Cable wasn't exactly the person that should be talking about what's fair or not, but it was
still a lifetime's worth of work! Very hard work.
And now it was all going down the drain, along with world peace, and the ability to manipulate teenagers'
minds into mush. Now it was all de-specialization on the news, down with the New System, forward with
freedom of individuality which was sweeping over the world in the swift way of revolution.
Great.
The raindrops gradually turned into pouring chunks of water, making the fence look like a light show. It
probably would have been a good idea to make the electromagnets on the metal waterproof….well, too
late for that.
She sighed, creating a condensed circle on the glass.
Despite the cure inside, Dr Cable was still special. It was beyond her, and no amount of operations or
injections could change that. It was still in there, a streak of genius that armed her with the mind of a
competitor, and no tolerance for excuses. A darkness of the past lurking, waiting to call out. She'd made
her mistakes, and well off forgotten them, received the special operation, got chosen to baby-sit an entire
army of specials, and received her PhD in 'Pre-Civilization Studies'. There was nothing out there for her
now except her job.
….oh, wait, she didn't have one anymore.
Scratch that, then, there was nothing.
The rain was receding. Dr Cable straightened herself out and moved toward her luggage (if that's what you could call it).
Now, just minutes after she freed Youngblood from yet another operation, she was prepared and ready to leave this
place forever, venturing into the world with hopes of rebuilding what they'd taken away.
She heard a noise from the bottom floor, and realized that the staff she'd knocked out recently must have
awakened, and warned the wardens.
The Doctor stepped on the hoverboard surface, praying that she still knew how to do this. Snapping her
fingers, she took off from a broken window nearby, just as yellow suits begun pouring into the now empty
office.