And the 'lies' fed to us only come down to whether we exist or not. Our existance seems like a paradigm; set up in orderly fashion, predicting our next move. My existance seems quite unmoralistic.
The day had been oddly cold, the skies were grey with saddened expressions, and the child chosen had been crying. After the struggle with Gordon Rosewater, the blue eyed child had refused to obey her now guardian. Infact, it had been one year since she had left her home, her mother and father. Yet, the child was persistant. While she had yet to be confirmed of whether she was going to be one of the 'top priorities', she appealed to the researchers, and especially Gordon Rosewater. The child was unbelievably smart, making a sketch into her mind as to who came into the 'institution', namely nine other children, about her age, and same ammount of fear.
"Mr. Rosewater, this child is progressing higher than the other's. He seems to show more skill in that area. What are you going to do?" One of the main researchers informed the head of the operation, Rosewater. The blue eyed girl, at age four, sat on an almost counter like table, listenning to every shread of their conversation. The man thought his whispers couldn't be heard, but he was sorely mistaken.
"Mark the child down for possibilities for it." Rosewater spoke, low toned, almost monotone. After the researcher left, Rosewater walked to his patient, smiling gently at her. "Child, how long are you going to keep this up? I've secluded you from the other nine, only because you have refused my teachings." The child did not speak, almost as if she couldn't. "I know you can talk, don't try fooling me. You've been around me, and my researchers long enough for you to develop speach." And still persistant, the child ignored his request. "Melody Hargrove, why won't you talk to me?"
"That is not my name..." The child spoke out blatantly, the only words she had spoken for a long while. Rosewater, taking immediate reaction to this, stepped closer to her, almost hover.
"Then, what is your name, child?"
"I can't remember." After the child's words, he just nodded, stepping back, and reassuring himself.
"Do you want to be with the other children? You are the only one of them who is rebelling. I'm sure you don't want to be alone." 'Melody' just sat there, as if about to cry. Her position she was in seemed uncomfortable, as if she was nervous. Perhaps the child was. It had only been a year since she was taken from her mother, betrayed by her father, and brought to this place; the place were she had not been familiar with, the place she hated to be at. Liked it or not, it was her new home. "Come, child, I will take good care of you. If you come with me now, I will make sure you will never be sad while here, your memories will be no more." Gordon just smiled, openning his arms wide. He would easily embrace her if only by confirmation from the child. Awaiting her answer, while she thought, he hoped she would be persuaded. She would no longer have any of her former memories, he would erase such things. She hadn't needed them, he was her father now. With her slight nod, he slowly hugged the child. Success.
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2 Years later...
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Daily activities. The time: 2:30 PM, exact. This time would notify the ten children that it was skill building. The children had a daily schedule, from 8:00AM-6:00PM, and after that, they ate, and went to the sleeping quarters. However, they never went to sleep when they were told to. The children stayed up, telling each other stories, bonding with the only other people they ever knew. Sure, they were between six-eight, but because of their heavy training, and such, their maturity level was up to the maturity level of a ten-fifteen year old. Each of them had been shaved bald, however, each of them had their own eye color. Gordon Rosewater knew who each of them were by their facial features, their body height, weight, ect. He was like their father, but in many ways, he wasn't.
"Okay, children. I want you to direct it towards the city, back it up, swing, and then leave, with minimal damage. Get to work, you have ten minutes." With his final words, he walked out of the room, shutting the door quietly. However, he cracked it open to make sure they did their work. They were children, after all. A researcher approached him, code name: Darrell Smith, only known to the children as Smithy. Yes, it was his nickname, curtiousy of the head child. They never really had names, they had been assigned numbers, with a barcode. The barcode wasn't used at all, the children just supposed it was there for decoration. Because of this predicament, they named themselves.
"Hey, N-chan..." A girl whispered over to one of the older, taller children. He ignored, with his head equipment on, his eyes covered by the goggle like technology. "N-CHAN." Persistant, she still whispered, until she took the equipment off, stood up, and yelled across the room. "Hey, N-chan!" Disturbed, the children looked up at her, a few laughing, her smiling, and this elusive 'N-chan' still ignoring her.
"Angel, don't disturb him. You should be working." Rosewater peeked his head in, scolding the child responsible for the havock, if one could call it that. She njust nodded, sliding back down in the metal, uncomfortable chair.
"If I ever get one of these, the chair better be padded!" Angel remarked, replacing the equipment on her body. Rosewater sighed outside, looking at Smithy.
"She could be so much better if she wanted to be. I think we should push her more."
"If we pushed her anymore, she might not remember. We're doing the best we can with her, sir." Smithy spoke. His voice was unnaturally high for a male. His hair was jet black, as his eyes were. He wasn't short at all, in fact tall.
"I'm sorry, Darrell, you're right. She just needs to stay on task. Out of the ten, she is suppose to be one of them. If she does not excel, then we will have to exclude her from it." Rosewater turned, looking into the window, watching all the children working, almost identical to each other. His hands were folded behind his back, the old man's sigh could be heard. Draw.
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Big O © Sunrise
Yes, another short chapter. Sorry it took so long to get this in. And Awakened will be finished when I get inspired for that! @_@ And incase anyone hasn't figured it out yet, yes, it was Angel. I said on the MB I was doing a fic on Angel, and here it is. Now, I'm planning for this to be at least 10 chapters long. Yep. And yes, I think Angel is cool, beyond all of her confused traits. For a picture of what Angel looked like before they shaved her head, go to http://members.digitalrice.com/rdw/angel1.jpg. Yes, I know she looks a bit older then suppose to, but I'm too lazy to fix it. I drew it. :D If you enjoyed, I would kindly ask for you to review. ^_^ Thank you!
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