Yo, I will admit it now, I can't spell, sorry..... I have been meaning to post this but have been lazy.... If you get through the first few ch, I think you'll like it, please give it a chance.... rated R for using the f word, a lot
The time this takes place in is about a week, maby one and one half... I would ask the reader to bear in mind that Romeo and Juliet feel in love in about this time, so don't be mad about how fast things happen, please....
don't own, not mine....
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His name was Mike, Mike Vic and his adventure all began so long ago. He was born basically alone, his entire family was killed by the dieses that brought the world to ruin. He wondered after that, searching for a cure to the nightmares that would not let him sleep. He kept having to watch them die, inflating like a balloon and then going pop. He was young and thought it was because of something he did. It wasn't, but he could never leave those early feelings of childhood behind. He left the U.S. at 8 with his inheritance. Everywhere he seemed to go in the states reminded him of his family.
His wondering had brought him to a small Taoist monastery in Korea. There he learned a form of Ti Chi and Acedo, as well as an art so old that it's name had long been lost to time, only it's power remained. He was there as a seeker of truth, he wanted to redeem himself. HE still felt the guilt of his youth. The marshal art was just something that was part of day to day life.
After that he went back to the states and blew every test out of the water. He had a photographic memory and rarely slept, nightmares. He graduate first in his class and, at 15, was the youngest Dr. to date. It was because of his work. He had no life, no friends, for he had learned that when you rely on someone, you were hurt. He was nice and blushed profusely when genus was used. He would say it was because he worked 23 out of 24 hours a day.
Then the stuff(edit) hit the fan What was left of Gov. collapse and the corperation,DOATEC. The corporation came to him, said that they wanted to help stop the sickness, needed his expertise in genetics. He agreed, hoping to save others from his fate. He worked harder then anyone there and soon was putting out new theories on everything. He had a unique way of thinking and thought ten moves ahead of everyone else. But, he had no common sense, and so was easily tricked.
Two days ago he had learned it all, that he had been responsible for epsilon, omega, and several other experiments. What was worse he learned of a new project, delta. The corporation was worried, however, those people from the DOA tournaments, could ruin everything. So they set a trap, lured them all to the island lab and were going to kill them. He had been given samples from ' volunteers', of their blood. He was told to try and put it together, then screen out the negatives and enhance the positives.
This is were our story starts. He walked down the hall, eyes downcast. Mike knows he will probably be killed, but he had to make amends. How much death had he caused? How much pain? He was an eccentric man, and his dress showed it. He wore PJ pants, a have a nice day shirt, and huge coke bottled framed glasses. His glasses conflicted with the rest of him though, he was 6'2 and fairly well built. He had long enough brown hair to have perpetual bed head and deep brown eyes. He had his peace coffee cup and the disk with the virus he had just uploaded. His plain was simple, walk in, hold the creature off during the DOA people escapes, and then die. The virus would attack the second he entered the stadium and it detected his DNA. It would open all doors and through the security system off. He had tried to fix things, and now it didn't matter anymore.
He had given his cat away, and was ready to die, to make amends.
He walked thought the huge gate into the stadium. IT was underground and you could see the garnet. It was harshly lite by flourescent lights and was about the size of a normal fighting stadium. It was in the shape of a hexagon. ON the far side of the room was bulletproof glass, where his former peers sat and watched. In the middle was a hole in the ground, where whatever they were going to use would be raised.
When he walked in a red hair girl in a blue gee was saying something and Dr. Decalburg, damn him, was laughing. When he walked in the noise stopped. It was odveous to him that these DOA people had never seen such a mismatched outfit. As fore his peers, they didn't even think he knew about this place. The girl was beautiful, and he would have stopped dead if he didn't have so much self control.
" Dr Vic? What are you doing..."
" Shut up!!" HE yelled. He was rarely anger and usually very articulate. But right now, he was blinded by his rage. " You took everything I worked for, my lives cause, and turned it into a weapon! How many have suffered due to my intelligence?! How many more?!"
" Ha Ha Ha, so the 'genus' finally has figured it out. You were so easy to use, it was almost laughable. And now, sweet Dr. you die with the rest. your creation..."
" No, your wrong, you can't win. Even if I die someone will take my place, you will be stopped! I will not allow my research to be used for your corrupt purposes. You will not win!!!!!"
" Kill him"
At that, the high pitched wine of hydraulics could be heard and a creature was rased up into the stadium. It was a monstrosity. 8 ft. tall and pale as death. It was huge and looked terribly strong and fast. At his appearance the walls of the stadium began to glow with electricity. IT was a forsaking place, a manmade hell. IT made him think of Dotaies inferno.
Then he attacked. In a mindless rage he ran at an unbelievable speed to Mike. And Mike just stood there, arms crossed and eyes closed, listening to the beast footprints. Then he simply stepped to the side and the monster his the ground, hard.
" How did you..." It came from an old man, and was probably more to himself then to anyone else.
" I knew what he would do. I thought ahead of him. Then I used his own energy agents him. Any attacker is naturally off balance and I..."
He side-stepped again and the monster his the ground again.
" simply redirected his energy back to him."
This was repeated several time and then the man at the controls yelled .Next he heard the auto guns flare and the last thing he remembered was hitting the ground hard, then he blanked out...
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The time this takes place in is about a week, maby one and one half... I would ask the reader to bear in mind that Romeo and Juliet feel in love in about this time, so don't be mad about how fast things happen, please....
don't own, not mine....
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His name was Mike, Mike Vic and his adventure all began so long ago. He was born basically alone, his entire family was killed by the dieses that brought the world to ruin. He wondered after that, searching for a cure to the nightmares that would not let him sleep. He kept having to watch them die, inflating like a balloon and then going pop. He was young and thought it was because of something he did. It wasn't, but he could never leave those early feelings of childhood behind. He left the U.S. at 8 with his inheritance. Everywhere he seemed to go in the states reminded him of his family.
His wondering had brought him to a small Taoist monastery in Korea. There he learned a form of Ti Chi and Acedo, as well as an art so old that it's name had long been lost to time, only it's power remained. He was there as a seeker of truth, he wanted to redeem himself. HE still felt the guilt of his youth. The marshal art was just something that was part of day to day life.
After that he went back to the states and blew every test out of the water. He had a photographic memory and rarely slept, nightmares. He graduate first in his class and, at 15, was the youngest Dr. to date. It was because of his work. He had no life, no friends, for he had learned that when you rely on someone, you were hurt. He was nice and blushed profusely when genus was used. He would say it was because he worked 23 out of 24 hours a day.
Then the stuff(edit) hit the fan What was left of Gov. collapse and the corperation,DOATEC. The corporation came to him, said that they wanted to help stop the sickness, needed his expertise in genetics. He agreed, hoping to save others from his fate. He worked harder then anyone there and soon was putting out new theories on everything. He had a unique way of thinking and thought ten moves ahead of everyone else. But, he had no common sense, and so was easily tricked.
Two days ago he had learned it all, that he had been responsible for epsilon, omega, and several other experiments. What was worse he learned of a new project, delta. The corporation was worried, however, those people from the DOA tournaments, could ruin everything. So they set a trap, lured them all to the island lab and were going to kill them. He had been given samples from ' volunteers', of their blood. He was told to try and put it together, then screen out the negatives and enhance the positives.
This is were our story starts. He walked down the hall, eyes downcast. Mike knows he will probably be killed, but he had to make amends. How much death had he caused? How much pain? He was an eccentric man, and his dress showed it. He wore PJ pants, a have a nice day shirt, and huge coke bottled framed glasses. His glasses conflicted with the rest of him though, he was 6'2 and fairly well built. He had long enough brown hair to have perpetual bed head and deep brown eyes. He had his peace coffee cup and the disk with the virus he had just uploaded. His plain was simple, walk in, hold the creature off during the DOA people escapes, and then die. The virus would attack the second he entered the stadium and it detected his DNA. It would open all doors and through the security system off. He had tried to fix things, and now it didn't matter anymore.
He had given his cat away, and was ready to die, to make amends.
He walked thought the huge gate into the stadium. IT was underground and you could see the garnet. It was harshly lite by flourescent lights and was about the size of a normal fighting stadium. It was in the shape of a hexagon. ON the far side of the room was bulletproof glass, where his former peers sat and watched. In the middle was a hole in the ground, where whatever they were going to use would be raised.
When he walked in a red hair girl in a blue gee was saying something and Dr. Decalburg, damn him, was laughing. When he walked in the noise stopped. It was odveous to him that these DOA people had never seen such a mismatched outfit. As fore his peers, they didn't even think he knew about this place. The girl was beautiful, and he would have stopped dead if he didn't have so much self control.
" Dr Vic? What are you doing..."
" Shut up!!" HE yelled. He was rarely anger and usually very articulate. But right now, he was blinded by his rage. " You took everything I worked for, my lives cause, and turned it into a weapon! How many have suffered due to my intelligence?! How many more?!"
" Ha Ha Ha, so the 'genus' finally has figured it out. You were so easy to use, it was almost laughable. And now, sweet Dr. you die with the rest. your creation..."
" No, your wrong, you can't win. Even if I die someone will take my place, you will be stopped! I will not allow my research to be used for your corrupt purposes. You will not win!!!!!"
" Kill him"
At that, the high pitched wine of hydraulics could be heard and a creature was rased up into the stadium. It was a monstrosity. 8 ft. tall and pale as death. It was huge and looked terribly strong and fast. At his appearance the walls of the stadium began to glow with electricity. IT was a forsaking place, a manmade hell. IT made him think of Dotaies inferno.
Then he attacked. In a mindless rage he ran at an unbelievable speed to Mike. And Mike just stood there, arms crossed and eyes closed, listening to the beast footprints. Then he simply stepped to the side and the monster his the ground, hard.
" How did you..." It came from an old man, and was probably more to himself then to anyone else.
" I knew what he would do. I thought ahead of him. Then I used his own energy agents him. Any attacker is naturally off balance and I..."
He side-stepped again and the monster his the ground again.
" simply redirected his energy back to him."
This was repeated several time and then the man at the controls yelled .Next he heard the auto guns flare and the last thing he remembered was hitting the ground hard, then he blanked out...
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