Screams filled up the darkened landscape, smoke rising in tall pillars above the city, bright red flames licking up everything in sight.
This was all I could take in. I was too late.
And they all blamed me.
My name... is unimportant. To be honest, everything about me is unimportant. Every spec of my molecules are utterly worthless to the people surrounding me. They couldn't care less if I dropped of the face of our square earth. I am a monster to them. They all want me gone. Why they do, even I do not know at this point. I try to help them, they just want me dead. It's the way this has been for such a long time, and I'm sure it is the way it's going to continue as in coming time as well.
I'm not exactly sure how this all started. I think I used to be normal, lived in a village with my family, and was just another minecraftian in a big, square world. At least I think. My memory of past times are blurry. All I can remember are the things people referred to me as... my previous names everyone has long since forgotten. My true identity itself is lost somewhere in the history of time. All I am now is something very different from "normal". I am labeled as some sort of monster. Everyone fears me, even when I try to help. It's confusing, and it hurts my brain, as well as my heart.
Currently, I stand alone, gazing over the burnt remains of a town I, at some point in my life, once knew and loved. The charred remains of wood and brick, even corpses lay everywhere. There was nothing I could do. I got here late, but it was not my fault. Those who tried to hold me captive... they caused this. Every problem I've encountered thus far has been because of them. I've had enough. It was bad when it was affecting only me... but this.. all this death I could have prevented... it sickens me. It needs to end.
Well, enough of that. If you must regard me with a name other than 'Mob' or 'Monster', simply call me Enderlox. It's pretty much a perfect example of what I am now. Why? It's a long story, but... I guess I should sum it up from near the beginning, so at least someone can know what I was truly like.
"Alert. Subject 102x9 has escaped their holding cell and is now roaming free in sector 2ER. We now are following a c20 procedure."
"Shit shit shit..." A figure mumbled to himself. It was bad enough they knew he had gotten loose, but he didn't expect to have the lock down commence this early. The person wearing a dark purple cloak stood in a large, seemingly peaceful room that was covered with fake plants and cheap desks, though he completely contrasted with his pale white surroundings. Angry, the figure bolted down a long corridor to his right, trying to resist the urge to smash the security cameras lining the walls. It was pointless now, seeing as they knew his exact location.
The figure practically flung himself down another hall way. 'It's just up ahead...' the boy though to himself. Freedom was just within his grasp, but he could only hope that they did not immediately see through his plan. Turning one last time into another wide corridor, the figure stopped short. Once again, they had outsmarted him. Of course it was obvious this was the direction he'd go, but it still pissed him off none the less. He'd spent months thinking of this plan, judging the perfect times to move and speeds to run at, but one little mishap with a camera may have lost him the best plan he had for escaping the laboratory hellhole. The now very angry figure stood in front of a large barricade blocking the only exit in the entire sector 2. The guards blocking the exit were armed with the finest guns and other weaponry, as opposed to the boy, who seemingly had nothing but a cloak and a little bit of hope. Rounding the corner the boy had come down where more guards. They had him trapped.
The figure glared ahead. No one could see his face, and quite honestly he was happy about that- They would have mocked him for getting upset. They mocked him about everything, really. Any time he showed the slightest bit of emotions, it was like he was just some old joke. It irked the boy quite a bit. He may not be completely human any more, but he was still part of humanity in one way or another.
Eventually, after moments of utter silence and unknown hatred filling the atmosphere, one of the men blocking the door began to move closer to the caped figure. "We have you surrounded." The armored man bellowed. "Please come calmly and quietly and we will not be forced to take any harmful actions against you."
The figure did not say anything. He'd co-operated with these people for the longest time, and all he ever got was shit. They did tests on him, abused him, and hardly ever cared for him. He was like a caged animal left behind to die. Some days he would find he wouldn't have the strength to move or even get up- but he was forced to anyway. He'd had enough, and he was making his escape again, regardless of whatever the laboratory threw at him. This time, it was for sure. He knew it.
More silence passed, and the cloaked figure still did not move. He already had his plan firmly in his brain- he was just waiting for the perfect moment to strike. The guards, seeing no movement from him, smartly debated the figure had given in once again. They signaled to each other to move in. One of them had to nerve to report in to some official, "We got him. Get preparation for cell Betax3 commencing now." Finishing the report, that same person then looked up at the figure, as the other men were not 10 blocks away from him and closing in. "How many times do we have to do this before you get it in that puny little brain of yours..." The heavily armored man sighed coldly, "...that escaping from here is impossible, Mr. Enderlox?"
The figure silently fumed inside. He appeared to keep his cool in his physical appearance, but on the inside he raged. He hated that name with a burning passion. To him, it was slander. He had a true name- but no one cared to use it anymore. These people liked to mock him whichever way their twisted minds could. Depriving him of the one thing linked to his blurry past was his old name, parodied into some form of abuse. Pushing anger away, the figure kept the plan fresh in his head. Noting the ever growing silence and anxiety growing from the other men, the leading officer once again spoke up.
"While I must commend you for making it this far, Mr. Enderlox, unfortunately we must be returning you back to your cell. I take it you remember what happened all the other times you tried with these pathetic attempts at escaping." The boy shivered. Of course he knew, he just didn't like thinking about it. How could he possibly forget the needles, tasers, and other shock-related weapons? Though, he did consider receiving those punishments was just the downside of making the perfect plan.
Catching sight of the young male's slight quiver, he man then resumed his small speech, satisfied his words were affecting the boy- even if not by much. "Really now, why don't you just behave like every other test experiment? You'll be saving yourself a lot of trouble, and probably sanity, too." 'Enderlox' paid no attention to the main guard any longer. He cringed internally at the label of 'Test Experiment', but focused again on his prize. The boy knew exactly when the guards would let their defenses fall. Mainly, when they started cuffing him again. They started with his hands, and afterwards, his wings. The many trials he had endured helped him to notice this. But, that specific cuffing moment was coming up... just about... NOW!
Just as the guards surrounding 'Enderlox' touched the cold metal of hand braces to the skin of the young male's arm, he quickly spread a pair of large black wings open and began furiously beating them against the enclosed air of the hallway, knocking back anyone within a 15 block radius. The guards were not expecting this, and many jumped back, not wanting to get hit by the flailing leathery appendages. The boy went forward and started plowing down the remainder of the hallway, throwing a few sharp slashes around, hitting a few people, but not really causing that much damage. This mishap caused a break in the line of the barricade, as many moved up to start shooting down the figure. However, the said winged boy was too fast for the disoriented guards. He ducked and weaved past a multitude of the marauders, knocking many over with his open wingspan or swinging tail. Nearing the barricade, the boy ran up and around the surrounding walls, jumping over the barricade and slamming himself through the thick-glassed door. Tiny shrapnels of glass rained down around him as the figure landed with a thud in the cool dirt outside. The sharp pieces of the broken door cut into his skin, making the boy's bare skin bleed a milky-white purple liquid, but the figure did not pay much mind to it. He found his feet immediately and once again he furiously beat the leathery wings against the air, achieving lift tremendously fast and soaring off into the sky before the men at the fallen barricade could call in anyone else for assistance. Shouts and screams could be heard coming from the broken entrance of the building, probably, the figure assumed, calling him to come back. Though that was highly unlikely.
The figure, heading upwards, hardly batted an eye as he left behind the giant facility. Soaring over the surrounding mountains, the excited lad shot straight up, gaining more leverage from the already distant ground. Once he was a good 700 blocks in the air, the young man calmed the intense pounding of his wings, going into a slow glide. The thrill of success hung within his heart. The organ was beating tremendously fast- paces quicker than what his wings had been going not moments before. He relaxed his breathing, carefully going over what had happened in the last 10 minutes. He had actually done it. He was free at last. The boy, still enthralled by the fact his live was his to live, muttered silently to himself, mocking the guard's tone, "How many times do I have to tell you... to call me Deadlox?"
Whelp.
I have no idea what this was.
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Commas. Commas everywhere.
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I do plan on writing better, more detailed chapters for this in the future. This was just a cruddy intro that sucked 'cause for some reason I always suck with making decent intros.
This will probably be undergoing slight changes from time to time, to keep pacing and match with the rest of the story I produced after writing this.
Anywho, was this moderately good and should I continue? Please rate & review and all that fun stuff. I'll give you a cookie :3
-Veos