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Thank you all my dear readers! I want to apologize ahead of time if this chapter may offend you. I have no clue the true names of my readers and I can only hope that you wont get mad if Zero's true name offends you.
This chapter is short and I apologize. I hope that you at least find it funny. I am seriously considereing changing the genre of this series to Humor/ Romance.
Chapter 8: The Briefcase
Jack was laughing hysterically, Riddick kept chuckling, Imam was trying his hardest to suppress his laughter, and no one would tell me what was so funny. After everyone received a full 7 hours of sleep, I figured it was about time to break open my briefcase to finally receive my well await answers. So far, I have received no answers, only the laughs that were echoing in the skiff. The only thing that was actually accomplished was my briefcase was open! I heaved out an annoyed sigh and sat on the bed, crossing my arms under my chest.
"Are you guys just about done?" I replied coldly.
"Yes, yes, Zero." Imam chuckled slightly and tried to cough to cover it. "Yes, we are done."
"Then do you mind telling me what is so fucking funny?" I spat.
"Your name!" Bellowed Jack through a fit of giggles causing the others to laugh once again.
Imam cleared his throat and silence fell throughout the area. Finally! I can get some answers! Excitement bubbled inside me, my hands gripped the sheets, as I stared intently at Imam.
"Your name Ms. Zero is..." Imam faltered. "Y-your name is..." Is my name that funny that a holy man would get choked up on it? My face showed sheer annoyance. "Miracle." At this I looked confused.
"That seems like a decent name. I dare say it's pretty." Then the room busted into laughter again. I ground my teeth together as I paced across the small space into Imam's face. "What...The...Fuck is so God...Damned funny!" I yelled. I am on my last nerve! Keep pushing my buttons and see!
"Your last name" giggled Jack. Rubbing my temples I looked towards the young girl.
"And what prey tell is my last name?" I asked cocking an annoyed eyebrow.
"Fingers!" She yelled as she fell to the floor laughing.
I froze...my name is Miracle Fingers... What the fuck kinda name is that?! I could feel my face turning red at the thought of my own name... Who on T2 would ever name their child such a dastardly name? Never mind that. Why?! As the thought of the name settled in more, I found myself trying to hide the smile plastering onto my face. When I finally couldn't hold it back any longer. I began to laugh. I laughed harder than I ever had in my life. I found myself leaning on Imam for support because I couldn't contain my laughter. As I hugged onto Imam I found myself beginning to speak.
"I-I-Imam." I started as tears began to well up in my eyes. "My n-name! Ha ha! I-i-it's so silly!" I felt my giggles beginning to die down. Oh well, you know what's next. I lunged my hand unto Imam's neck. "If any one of you so breath a word of M-miracle Fin-F-F Ha ha." I had to pause again at the name. "I will personally hunt you down and gut you!" I finished grinning wildly and giggling non-stop. This is truly the most hilarious moment of my life. After a solid half an hour I finally receive my name: Miracle Anne Fingers. I guess my parents forgot they had such an atrocious last name when they named me.
"Well Ms. Zero. You have no records anywhere but on a dead planet. The only people who ever knew who you were are dead. You can create your own name." Said Imam rubbing his neck. I wouldn't have killed him right them and there or course not. But I did need to assert my authority and stand my ground. I am not going to get pushed around more than I have to be.
I thought for a moment. Miracle, it was a nice name but it just seemed to... happy for me. And Fingers has got to go! Hmm... I have been Zero all my life so maybe I could...eh I'll think about that later.
"I'll think about it another time. For now just keep reading to me. Point out what you are reading to me that way I could learn myself." I patted the spot on the bed next to me where Imam graciously took the offer. This cramped ship can do a number on your limbs. You can't stretch without poking someones eye out.
Imam skimmed through the main papers looking for information that would be vital to me. He quietly spoke out to himself as he was reading, saying things like "age", "EN ", and "cell number". EN was experiment number. I already knew all of this so I didn't need him to read that to me. Come on where is the good information? Imam made an appreciative sound and gestured for me to lean in. As his fingers skimmed across the dirty and crumpled page that I looked at way to much he began to read aloud. "Race: Cross-breed: Logieshide/Furyan"
"What is Logieshide?" I questioned. What an odd name...Well, I don't know. I think Miracle Finger beats all. I thought with a roll of the eyes.
"A logieshide is... well, they don't even look remotely human. Which more than likely explains your silver hair and red eyes." Imam gestured.
"Oh no, my hair is white under all the blood and guts and dirt." I gave a reassuring smile.
"White is the color of Logieshide. Have you ever seen a panda bear? Maybe a picture?"
"Yeah. Amanda my nurse loved the animal. She said they went extinct some 437 years ago."
"True. Well the Logieshide look just like that, but with red eyes, and scales."
"Hmm." I nodded understandingly. I never imagined a panda bear with no fur and a shit ton of scales before. And now that I have... I don't think I will ever look at a panda the same way again. I made a face of disgust as Imam kept talking.
"However they can shape shift. Can you?"
"Umm... Not that I know of." I said looking at him weirdly. If I could shape shift I sure as hell didn't know about it.
"Interesting. You are also part Furyan. F-"
"I know about Furyans. I been there once too. The doctors wanted to find something out about me and brought me there only to find out the Necro's had got to the planet. When we arrived the last remaining Furyans were trying to rebuild."
"I want to ask you. How do you remember all these things? Your memory is impeccable."
"Eidetic memory." I said as if it were nothing. "Keep reading."
Imam searched more and more through the files and kept reading to me. As it turns out my mom was Furyan and my dad was a Logieshide and they too were on T2 for experimentation. Well my dad had to do the deed with my mom as part of an experiment for the scientist. Gross. And hence I was made. They injected me with 163 chemicals. This included painkillers, random chemicals, and blood samples from other races. It is impossible for me to get sick. (I know that already) The documents held every operation that I have ever had. They even contained texts from when I was unconscious during an operation that I was not not awake to remember. I found out my birthday. It was the equivalent to October 3 on Earth.
It also turns out that my mother named me Miracle because she was deemed infertile. And my fathers name was Fingers... Fucking Fingers!Ughh! My mother was no one special. Just your average everyday, run of the mill Furyan who was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. She ended up turning into a beast. I wonder if I accidentally ate her... After this Imam was reading many things, but it was all things that I already knew. I told Imam to just stop, that I already know pretty much everything else. You would have thought that with so many papers on me that they would have more information than that. Oh well.
I laid back in the bed ready to take myself another nap. The nap I took earlier did a number on my neck. As I laid in the bed I sat back and thought about name possibilities. I kinda figured for myself that many people didn't have numbers for names. After a while I concluded that I rather liked Nero. It wasn't far from the name that I grew used to over the years and it just had that intimidating ring to it. Now it is accustomed for civilized people to have last names. After pondering some more I figured that Nero really didn't clash with much so I asked Riddick who was sitting on the floor next to me.
"What would be a good last name?" I asked as I lazily reached one hand over to run my hand on the barely-there stubble on his head. I could feel his pleasure and I liked that. It wasn't the "i-am-going-to-throw-you-into-the-wall-and-show-yo u-how-to-work-that-thing-between-your-legs" feeling. It was a calm and relaxed feeling that I rather enjoyed.
"You are asking me to pick out a name for you?" He said as though it was the stupidest think he ever heard. As I started to pretty much massage his head I said yes.
"I have no clue what would be a good last name." I started to rub my hands down his neck and onto his shoulders. I could feel his calmness rolling over me and it felt great. I was doing this out of sheer boredom and I figured if I was going to be bored, I would be relaxed doing it.
Everyone pretty much drew a blank, but the ever persistent Jack absolutely wanted me to keep Miracle Fingers. No thank you. After a while I sat back and began to think again. At this point I basically said Fuck it.
"So I decided what I am going to call myself." I told everyone as I got myself tucked into bed. They all looked at me expectantly. "Nero Black"
"Why Black?" Asked Jack
"Because it is the color of the blanket and I am getting tired of picking out a name." I yawned. "Riddick." I whispered. It wasn't that I was trying not to let the others hear, or that I was trying to be sexy, I was just flat out tired. I only slept for about an hour earlier. "When are we going to land?" I asked.
"The nearest re-fill station isn't much further away. I'd say about another hour or two. Why your not getting claustrophobic are you?" He smirked tilting his head slightly to the side.
"No, I was just wondering how long I was going to have to smell you before finally breathing fresh air." Keep on coming with the smart ass remarks! I was getting really bored and really aggravated of being on this skiff. Being laughed at, feeling like an idiot for not being able to read, and over all lack of sleep. And before I knew it Riddick pounced on top of me in the bed.
"How bad do I smell now?" He said with no emotion. I was really not in the mood for this. I am exhausted.
"Either lay down with me and take a nap or go bug somebody else!" I yelled as I raised my face up to his. In return he harshly wrapped his hands around my waist and moved me over to the side of the tiny bed. He laid up against the wall and took up over half the bed. Thank god I am so small or I would be sleeping on the floor.