13 awoke in the dark room; it was
early morning and with just enough sunlight filtering through the
window to look around. She raised herself to see the diary on the
table next to her bed; it was wrapped in tape to make it more secure.
She smiled to herself...
"Thanks Nova..."
She picked it up
and flicked through the pages, all thirty days of the thirteen month
year* stared at her...
"I'd better start then..."
The
date today was 15th of the 13th month; she was
technically 'born' the day before yesterday so she flicked to
today's date and began to write...
Dear Diary
My name is 13; I'm new here in
the sense that I am a prisoner of this Hyperforce team. I was dragged
away from my former body by these people, in case you are wondering
who I came from, I shall tell you. I was once part of the Hyperforce
myself under the name of Cyclone; however I do not remember the part
of which I came into this world. I know that I was not born
biologically, that would make me weak like most mortals. In my past
body I had read about a place where man and woman-kind dare not step,
it is called The Pit. I believe that the Hyperforce wishes for me to
reform with my other part in that they can get their friend back,
little do they know that I am no genie. I believe that 23 (my other
body) wants us to live a unified existence in this world, something I
fully agree on. The Pit is a place where the souls of the living are
'recycled' into something terrible, 23 wishes to find this Pit at
any cost, as do I. Why is beyond my knowledge, but I shall trust 23
for the time being as he knows what he is doing. This Hyperforce is
cautious of me, Sparks especially. He thinks that prisoners should be
treated like just that, he has not a drop of guilt for his actions.
Nova and Otto on the other hand treat me with a friendly outlook;
even Chiro and Jin-May give me a sort of mutual respect. I am unsure
of Sarah; I believe she is keeping something back from everyone...
I
believe that daylight has broken, breakfast shall be ready
soon.
Goodbye for the time being...
13
She let out a sigh as she quietly
shut the book, placing the diary on the highest shelf that she could
reach. She walked from the bay with the same clothes that she was
'born' in, they seemed to wash themselves and the only thing that
needed the occasional spin was the hat. She lifted it off her head,
regarding it critically...
"Why do I own this?"
She milled
the question round her head a few times before shaking it off as she
entered the living quarters, no-one was around as she helped herself
to some cereal. She sat at the table and stared at the bowl, tapping
the spoon quietly on the side. She was confused, she had the urge to
eat but she felt no need to. She sat for a while before taking a
small spoonful of cereal and quietly munched on it. She suddenly felt
better, continuing through the bowl until she was finished. She
licked her lips, placed her bowl in the sink and went to silently
admire the outside world. She knew that Ataruni would disapprove of
this, what better way to annoy him?
It was getting light as she dodged
behind a building, taking deep breaths to numb the
excitement...
"This is...amazing!"
She span to find a
ladder climbing up to the top of a building, she simply reduced the
gravity around her and jumped to the top of the building in one leap.
Casually spinning through the air as she ascended and increasing her
gravity to make sure she came down on the structure, she landed
gracefully and carefully...
"I don't think the Hyperforce want
you out..."
She turned to find the Sun Riders, a team that
consisted of Chiro's annoying fan hood for the TV show. Cyclone had
watched the show once, immediately disliking it. 13 was no different,
after all she literally came from the same body as her
predecessor. She shrugged...
"I needed to stretch my legs; being
cooped up in one place does my head in..."
The one she
identified as Johnny Sunspot laughed, his Black Hole gloves powering
on...
"We watch this city in unison, so their problem is our
problem also..."
"Smart words for one so small..."
13
grinned as he fired Black Holes in anger, she dodged them
easily...
"What's the matter short-stuff? Not had your milk
yet?"
"I'll teach you!"
He fired them faster than
before, 13 having to now think about her actions. Suddenly the
Hyperforce showed up, joining the fight against her for an
unspecified reason...
"What is this, eleven on one?!"
She
remembered her powers, they weren't numbed down here. A grin spread
across her face, her hands echoed white as she bought them down on
the ground...
"Sonics!"
The noise that came next made
Chiro's teeth buzz, he clamped his hands over his ears as the noise
continued. Glass shattered on nearby buildings; the ground seemed to
vibrate in unison to 13's hands. The white surrounding her hands
slowly died down, she ran to the edge of the building and reduced her
gravity whilst leaping to the next building. She continued this until
she was well away from the recovering teams, landing on a warehouse
roof. She breathed a heavy sigh of relief as she looked behind her,
glad to see that no-one had followed her...
"Glad that's
over...Too much excitement for one day..."
Almost ironically,
she stepped onto a fragile part of the roof and fell through. Luckily
she caught a beam on her way down, swinging to a safe point to catch
her breath. It was now mid afternoon, the smell of hotdogs caught her
starvation's attention...
Below her was a small club of four
people, casually talking and eating hotdogs...
"I mean it's
not like we're doing anything wrong, sitting around and
talking..."
A boy, about 16, took a swig of beer as his college
shrugged...
"Kyle has a point...I mean; we almost got done for
'recycling' a sofa..."
A small boy, only about seven, spoke
up...
"Don't you mean we stole it, Adam?"
Adam rolled his
violet blue eyes...
"Trying to be techy there, Jim..."
"You
lads want more? This'll go to waste..."
"Why, don't you
want them Emma?"
The brunette tossed her hair behind her,
picking up the plates. Above them 13 gazed longingly at the hotdogs,
she was so hungry...
"Nah, I'm trying to keep my weight down.
For fitting through tight spaces..."
13 shifted forward,
unknowingly straining the rusted beam...
Kyle stretched, holding
his beer towards Adam...
"Thanks..."
He took a deep swig
and threw it into the bin. Jim bounced up to him...
"What
happens next in your story?"
Adam leaned back, he had been
telling Jim his large archive of tales for a while now...
"Ok,
it was on a day like this that something happened. Something fell
from the sky in chaos, and as it got closer I knew I should act
fast...."
The beam was starting to break underneath 13, who was
almost on the end as it snapped...
"So I put on a brave face,
drew up my courage and shouted..."
13 screamed above them as she
fell, her powers were drained from the fight and escape. Luckily she
headed for a battered sofa, unfortunately taking a few sheets of
tarpaulin with her...
"Whoa!"
Adam dived out of the way in
time to see the object break the sofa in half, debris collapsing on
itself...
"Ow..."
Adam spotted something moving underneath
the tarpaulin, he carefully moved over to get a better
look...
"Hello?"
He bent down to a spot where the lump was
heading, it opened to reveal two violent red eyes staring into
his...
"Hi?"
13 gave a small sheepish smile,
she was blushing...
"Curious, would you believe?"
*(I made the timescale up, just
to make 13's 'birthday' 13/13 as you would expect.)
I have
no clue as to how many months or days Suggazoom operates by, I just
went with that.
Next time, 13 begins to understand how people work
and the 2nd diary entry.
Possible Couple
Alert! (13 X Adam) Aww!
I believe the diary would be a good touch
to the story.
I don't own SRMTHFG, its characters or places,
only...
13
23
Sarah (Recycled)
Adam
(Recycled)
Kyle
Jim
Emma (Recycled)
I have spotted
mistakes in past chapters, notably chapter 2 where I call 23 '66'.
Any more shall be taken in...
Neophiles the Metal, wrist hurts so much...
