Alone
My life never went well. Hell, my job hasn't either. But you know, that's just the way things go. You try to live for 16 years so you can get some job as another corporate nobody. Especially when you work for the company that I do. I swear, the only people that are known in this damn company are dead now. I spent, what? 10 years slaving. And now here I am, no where to go, nobody to go to, nothing. Nada. Any other name for nothing. I'm just left to wander the abondoned streets until I die, and nobody will know. Don't sympathize with me. I don't want it, don't need it. All I need is new clothes, food, a job, a place to live...the list goes on and on. You see my problem? I used to be a spy of sorts. Being a spy sucks. The people you spy on find you out, you're screwed. Or, in my case, they hate you for life. The people you spy for don't trust you, think you'll turn on the company or whatever...etceteras, etceteras. The only woman I ever cared for, dead. And the worst part is, I killed her. Not as me, but using a robot I built to spy on a terrorist group. Well, it's not like she liked me. She liked some guy who liked another girl who liked another guy who liked yet another girl. Lost yet? Well, I lost my sanity already. But God! How I hated that place. After I was found out, I couldn't face my 'friends', the ones I was spying on, and I couldn't walk through the halls of the company buildings without getting glares, death threats or both. I am walking through the tunnels now, alone and quite lost. I turn a corner and see three dead people lying there. I go to the one I loved. She rolls over and says my name in a grunt and dies. I am truly alone now. What to do, what to do.... Well, I know she carries a gun...somewhere. I find it in a pocket. Why the hell not? It's not like anybody will care.... A few minutes later, I am floating through the Lifestream. Nobody for me here, either. Didn't have any friends, parents never liked me. Boy, did my life suck. Don't know which is worse...alone in the world, or alone in the Lifestream. Defenitely have to say Lifestream. No one to talk to unless you know 'em. Knowing my luck, my soul will probably get ressurected as a tree. Ooh, how fun sit around, soak up sun, let creatures eat you from the inside out. Well, would you look at that. I am getting ressurected as a tree. And look who I get merged with! The guy who made the neighborhood bullies look like sheep. I can tell I'm going to enjoy being a tree so much...not.
A/N - Okay. This really bad fic is a Reeve POV. I know it's bad, but no flames. I do not enjoy flames in the least. Especially pricks who cannot tell their own ass from a hole in the ground, much less a good fic from a bad one. suddenly realizes something Oh wow! I did not do a Turk fic! Everybody, have a heart attack right now!. ...Clear! Still no vital signs! ...Clear! Sorry. The Turks are just plain awesome, no matter what any body says. They were in here, albeit as corpses. sniff RENOOO! I try not to kill the Turks, but anyway...I'm rambling, aren't I? Shutting up.
~Reno (Formerly known as Death Dragon)
My life never went well. Hell, my job hasn't either. But you know, that's just the way things go. You try to live for 16 years so you can get some job as another corporate nobody. Especially when you work for the company that I do. I swear, the only people that are known in this damn company are dead now. I spent, what? 10 years slaving. And now here I am, no where to go, nobody to go to, nothing. Nada. Any other name for nothing. I'm just left to wander the abondoned streets until I die, and nobody will know. Don't sympathize with me. I don't want it, don't need it. All I need is new clothes, food, a job, a place to live...the list goes on and on. You see my problem? I used to be a spy of sorts. Being a spy sucks. The people you spy on find you out, you're screwed. Or, in my case, they hate you for life. The people you spy for don't trust you, think you'll turn on the company or whatever...etceteras, etceteras. The only woman I ever cared for, dead. And the worst part is, I killed her. Not as me, but using a robot I built to spy on a terrorist group. Well, it's not like she liked me. She liked some guy who liked another girl who liked another guy who liked yet another girl. Lost yet? Well, I lost my sanity already. But God! How I hated that place. After I was found out, I couldn't face my 'friends', the ones I was spying on, and I couldn't walk through the halls of the company buildings without getting glares, death threats or both. I am walking through the tunnels now, alone and quite lost. I turn a corner and see three dead people lying there. I go to the one I loved. She rolls over and says my name in a grunt and dies. I am truly alone now. What to do, what to do.... Well, I know she carries a gun...somewhere. I find it in a pocket. Why the hell not? It's not like anybody will care.... A few minutes later, I am floating through the Lifestream. Nobody for me here, either. Didn't have any friends, parents never liked me. Boy, did my life suck. Don't know which is worse...alone in the world, or alone in the Lifestream. Defenitely have to say Lifestream. No one to talk to unless you know 'em. Knowing my luck, my soul will probably get ressurected as a tree. Ooh, how fun sit around, soak up sun, let creatures eat you from the inside out. Well, would you look at that. I am getting ressurected as a tree. And look who I get merged with! The guy who made the neighborhood bullies look like sheep. I can tell I'm going to enjoy being a tree so much...not.
A/N - Okay. This really bad fic is a Reeve POV. I know it's bad, but no flames. I do not enjoy flames in the least. Especially pricks who cannot tell their own ass from a hole in the ground, much less a good fic from a bad one. suddenly realizes something Oh wow! I did not do a Turk fic! Everybody, have a heart attack right now!. ...Clear! Still no vital signs! ...Clear! Sorry. The Turks are just plain awesome, no matter what any body says. They were in here, albeit as corpses. sniff RENOOO! I try not to kill the Turks, but anyway...I'm rambling, aren't I? Shutting up.
~Reno (Formerly known as Death Dragon)
