'Keep moving it will all go away. The faster you go, the faster the pain
will flow out of you. Keep moving, and never look back.'
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Life is tough, then you die. That's what someone once told me. Thirty-some odd years ago, long before I was born, terrorists hit America with an electromagnetic pulse. Fried all the computers, the 'united' States were gone, and left a third world country called America. I was born into this about ten years later and dropped on my father's doorstep by my mother. It wasn't like it was a bad deal, though. My father was loaded, compared to my mother, who was a genetically engineered super solider on the run from a covert government agency called Manticore. Great life, huh? Compared to other kids, though, my early childhood was like a dream. After the Pulse, America went into another great depression. Life wasn't much for most, and while my daddy was trying to be both parents to me, my mother was spying on us, making sure I was safe from my uncle, making sure I was happy.
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So, here I am on the open road, riding my mom's bike, a Ninja, across America, trying to forget all the memories. I try to forget both the good and bad memories, because if I remember the good ones, sooner or later I'll start remembering the bad ones, too.
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I am the same age my mom was when I was born. Her mom was the same age, way back in the first year of the new millennium. But they were prisoners, of a place called Manticore. When my mom was nine, she escaped that place. She used to tell me about it when I was a teenager. The way they were trained to be solders, taught that emotion was a weakness. She told me about the nomalies in the basement and the doctors who did tests on them to make them better solders. A few years later, I had nightmares about that place, as if it had been me there instead of her.
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Every once in a while, I have to stop, for gas, food, sleep. I didn't get my mother's gene for not needing sleep, would've been nice though. I did develop her likeness for thinking in high places. Scared the shit out of my father once when I was five and climbed the roof of his uncle's cabin. Then there was the time mom took me up on top of the Space Needle. He freaked. No! I gotta stop remembering those things. They may be good memories, but they lead to bad. Like I mentioned, once in a while I gotta stop, usually at some seedy hotel. There's no such thing as a nice hotel.
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My full name is McKenzie Alexandria Guevara-Cale. My father was Logan Cale, my mother Max Guevara. I never knew my grandparents. The only family I knew was my father's cousins; they were mostly stuck up snobs. I knew two of my mother's siblings. They aren't real brothers and sisters; they just say they are because they all come from that place. I lived with my aunt Jace and her son for five years when my uncle Zack kidnapped me, saying I was safer near him and away from my father. I don't know what he had against him. While I was at aunt Jace's, they called me Meiying Aneko, but that was because their name was McKenzie. I was given an aunt's last name and the name of a hotel/restaurant in LA. What a way to name your kid.
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I've been on the road for about three months now. That's a lot of seedy hotels. If my parents knew… It's getting dark, time to pull into another small town, find another hotel, knock out anyone else who tries to hit on me, get some food, gas and sleep.
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Life is tough, then you die. That's what someone once told me. Thirty-some odd years ago, long before I was born, terrorists hit America with an electromagnetic pulse. Fried all the computers, the 'united' States were gone, and left a third world country called America. I was born into this about ten years later and dropped on my father's doorstep by my mother. It wasn't like it was a bad deal, though. My father was loaded, compared to my mother, who was a genetically engineered super solider on the run from a covert government agency called Manticore. Great life, huh? Compared to other kids, though, my early childhood was like a dream. After the Pulse, America went into another great depression. Life wasn't much for most, and while my daddy was trying to be both parents to me, my mother was spying on us, making sure I was safe from my uncle, making sure I was happy.
~~
So, here I am on the open road, riding my mom's bike, a Ninja, across America, trying to forget all the memories. I try to forget both the good and bad memories, because if I remember the good ones, sooner or later I'll start remembering the bad ones, too.
~~
I am the same age my mom was when I was born. Her mom was the same age, way back in the first year of the new millennium. But they were prisoners, of a place called Manticore. When my mom was nine, she escaped that place. She used to tell me about it when I was a teenager. The way they were trained to be solders, taught that emotion was a weakness. She told me about the nomalies in the basement and the doctors who did tests on them to make them better solders. A few years later, I had nightmares about that place, as if it had been me there instead of her.
~~
Every once in a while, I have to stop, for gas, food, sleep. I didn't get my mother's gene for not needing sleep, would've been nice though. I did develop her likeness for thinking in high places. Scared the shit out of my father once when I was five and climbed the roof of his uncle's cabin. Then there was the time mom took me up on top of the Space Needle. He freaked. No! I gotta stop remembering those things. They may be good memories, but they lead to bad. Like I mentioned, once in a while I gotta stop, usually at some seedy hotel. There's no such thing as a nice hotel.
~~
My full name is McKenzie Alexandria Guevara-Cale. My father was Logan Cale, my mother Max Guevara. I never knew my grandparents. The only family I knew was my father's cousins; they were mostly stuck up snobs. I knew two of my mother's siblings. They aren't real brothers and sisters; they just say they are because they all come from that place. I lived with my aunt Jace and her son for five years when my uncle Zack kidnapped me, saying I was safer near him and away from my father. I don't know what he had against him. While I was at aunt Jace's, they called me Meiying Aneko, but that was because their name was McKenzie. I was given an aunt's last name and the name of a hotel/restaurant in LA. What a way to name your kid.
~~
I've been on the road for about three months now. That's a lot of seedy hotels. If my parents knew… It's getting dark, time to pull into another small town, find another hotel, knock out anyone else who tries to hit on me, get some food, gas and sleep.
~~~