ThePlace: Diamond center mall, Alaska
Time: 10:45 A.M
Date: November 5th, 2014
Pov: Seth
"So where are we going?" my freind and little sister Ashley, the pyrotechnic detective asked.
"Well, Ash we are going to a special place that has been around for a couple years."
She thinks for a minute, then says: "It's Build - a - Bear's isn't it?"
I pouted. "Aw, Ash, you're no fun. How did you know?"
She chuckled and said: "You left the list on your desk and they don't call me a detective for nothing." My frown deepened "we are here." I sighed and got out of my 97 Bellaire ( hey a guy can dream cant he?) I walked around and pulled the door open
and
held her hand as she got out.
"Why thank you seth, your such a gentleman." I grinned and said "Why thank you my lady" we tightened our gun holsters and walked in, immediately my hearing was assaulted by the screeching and yelling of the employee's and kids alike my hightend senses
/were assaulted by the loud noise and the strong smell of stuffing and fake fur. Ash loved it because of the possibility of my hearing loss, I slowly turned around only to jump back as her expression promised pain. I gave a weak smile and tried to
/explain why I thought that but all that came out was whimpering, I pointed to the nearest sanctuary, which just so happened to be the men's bathroom.
Her expression softened and she pointed to her ears and mouthed "hearing?" I nodded and walked to the bathroom, I shut the door and went to the mirror to check my reflection and sure enough, my teeth were inlongating and my eyes turning into slits. I
/let out a shuddering breath and spelled out 'justifiable homicide' to calm down ( thinking about killing John when I'm spelling this) when I finally calm down, I went through 'assisted suicide' and 'death by boiling oil'. I stepped out of the bathroom
/and walked back over to ashtray, who said "took you long enough what words did you spell out?" When I got done telling her, she was doubled over in laughter "That...was...halarious!
She gasped out in between bouts of laughter "Who did you think of this time?" I smiled sheepishly and whispered out "Tyrone" she stopped laughing and fixed me with a look that was full of anger, but her eyes were full of mirth. "So are gonna build a freddy
/or what?" I laughed a little at her childish behavior. "Yeah I guess so." She looked behind me and said "black duster, white Hoodie ten and twelve o'clock." I gave a slight nod "cameras and six, ten, and twelve, no transforming here." She pointed
/at the west side of the plaza. I got close and whispered in her ear "follow my lead." I immediately pulled back and wrapped my arms around her and led her to the exit.
She glanced back and yelled the one word that was sure to Insure escape, "GUN!" I whipped around and drew my pistol and yelled "NYPD, put the guns on the floor and kick them ov-"I was interrupted by a sudden scream and the sound of a gun going off,
/Ashley rolled to cover and fell to the ground trying to control the change, she yelled out "SETH!" And quickly engaged the two gunmen. The last thing that I heard was the sound of a granade going off and my sister shouting at the guard to get to cover,
/before he was shot in the heart. As my vision turned black, I was just able to make out a faint outline of another one snuck up behind her.
Suddenly my I thought of cortana, my A.I and my adoptive mother, her voice rang through my head "Finally you call me after ten years without-" I interrupted her "MOM! We are pinned down by HYDRA agents and we need to escape." She sighed and suddenly she
/materialized right next to ashley, her hands turning into her whip and shield as she did, a agent snuck behind me and put me in a head lock I smirked and drove my elbow into his stomach which caused him to hold it releasing me in the process, before
/either one of us could react. A silver chain flashed across my vision and rapped around his neck, I raided an eyebrow as a hooded figure dropped a little behind me, as he was falling the agent got pulled up by his neck leaving him to be strangled
/to death. I sighed and said "really joe, I told you to stay in the car!" Joe, or as he likes to be called jobomà smirked and said his voice full of mirth "Yeah it looked like you needed my help, so I helped." I opened my mouth to retort, but before
/I could my sister's voice rang through the chaos. "BOYS! Now is not the time." Ashley said.
Cortana reappeared next to us with her form flickering every few seconds turning from her preferred skin color, which just so happens to be the same as mine, a pale bronze to her real form, a humanoid form with blue lines of code and algorithms for skins,
/red lines of code seemed to drip from cuts in her 'skin' almost like blood. She stumbled and then she ported into my Bluetooth headset to recover from the fight, out of the corner of my eye I saw that more agents were pouring in from the broken doors
/and windows. If we didn't leave now we would be captured and brought to their headquarters, which was appropriately named 'the citadel' I heard from jobomà , who was one of the few people who escaped before they could be experimented on that they experiment
/on you with different drugs and types of DNA. Like me for instance, I'm a combination of wolf and eagle with metal legs and an arm, they pumped me with some sort of aging stasis drug and growth hormones.
So I'm now 7 ft, 3 ins and have enough strength to crush a block of titanium like it was dirt, I can run at 35-75 mph depending on how much adrenaline is pumping through my system, and I can morph any part of my human body into a wolf of eagle. But my
/favorite part is that I can transform my metal arm into basically anything I want. Including a mini flamethrower, lock pick, gun, ball and chain, sword, shield, and finally if I have complete silence and five minutes of concentration, I can use my
/strongest and my most dangerous weapon, it's something I like to call the plasma chains.
The chains are a thick metal the I created and they are surrounded by plasma, they are a variation of my hook chains and ball chains, there main component was a metal that I created out of some of the most versatile yet toughest alloys I found over the
/years. The main ones include titanium, adimantium, vibranium and promethum. my sister wasn't experimented on as far as I could tell, I mean aside from a strange fascination with animals and her new found love of fire she is just a normal girl. HA
/when your related to me or my family, your life will never be "normal" you will always be singled out of a crowd, seen as the weird kid, or my personal favorite, bullied. I don't just mean the standard getting shoved into a locker, intimidated into
/giving them your lunch money, or the ever popular swirlie. No i mean getting dragged around to the back of the school, taught a new "lesson" then left for one of the teachers or one of your friends to find you bleeding and broken, taken to the nurses
/office and given permission to go home and your homework wasn't do until whenever you were ready then when you went back just after repairing your damaged body and mind, only for it to start again. That's what I went through day and night, week after
/week until you finally snap and retaliate, or go to even more extreme lengths and to try to commit suicide to end the pain, the feeling of never being loved, cared about, and just generally feeling like you were going to die. The first time I thought
/of suicide, it was Friday after they had their "fun" I thought it would be better to just die, that they were right, that I would always be nothing more than a weak, useless kid that couldn't even fight back against the weakest of them.
So I limped to the nurses office yet again, then I saw it, my one way to end all this pain, all this suffering and humiliation. It was a bottle of high strength painkillers that the janitor kept under his cart hidden in the bucket of cleaning supplies.
/So when his back was turned, I snuck up and grabbed them and quickly and quietly ran into the men's bathroom, I went to the stall farthest from the door, locked the door and scratched out a message on the back of the stall door, it said "thanks for
/the memories and for being good freinds, I'll see you on the other side. And to my tormentors, you won after six months, you finally won. Signed Seth Achilles Kronos aka the crooked one"
I sighed and slumped onto the seat and thought about the path I would take, I mean I wouldn't be under the constent threat of being beaten, used like a circus attraction because of limbs and what i can do, or called a freak, failed experiment, and my
/personal favorite, murder. You see, when I get mad I go a little overboard, the last time I was mad was when I was first picked on, when I came to, I was in a hospital room and cuffed to the bed, it turns out that my self - preservation system took
/over and almost killed the kids before one of the students shocked me with about 20,000 volts on the back of my head.
After that you would think that they would leave me alone, but instead they just hit harder but they would always shock me just enough to paralyze me, and it would always be after school when no one would be there except the janitor, a guy named Sylvester
/woods he's a nice guy but he can be a little overprotective of the students, especially me. He's the father I never had. He's an ex mixed martial artist and a war hero, and can probably put five people on the ground in ten seconds.
I shook my head and opened the bottle, the cap hit the floor with a loud thud it didn't matter, I would be dead before I could be found. I took ten pills and raised them to my lips, suddenly the stall door flew open and there he stood. The one man who
/ever cared for me except my little sister and my best friend, Jason Jones. He took one look at me, the pill bottle in my hand, and back at me then he said. "I would have used a razer." As I was confused, he grabbed my arm and twisted, hard causing
/me to drop the bottle and the pills and grab his arm with both hands, but for some reason, my hands wouldn't pull his arm away, he looked into my eyes and whispered in my ear "I'm sorry" then everything went black...
Hey guys, sorry for the cliffhanger, especially on Christmas, but I'm really tired and I haven't sleep for two days writing and planning for new chapters. So put down your pitchforks and torches, HEY! Kid don't touch that, it's very dangerous if handled
/wrong, you could cut yourse- and he cut his hand off *sigh* sorry guys I gotta get the chief healer to heal his hand, so share, review and I forgot to mention this in the last chapter, but I have a question for you guys, do you guys like star wars,
/or Sci Fi in general? Answer in the comment section. So have a blessed day drink some coffee. And as always, I'll see YOU in the next update, BYE!