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Alexandra Bruderlin: I'm glad I could make your day better.anyway here's the next post.
All: I hope you like what I've done with the fic so far but this is just the beginning! : ) BTW, where I used to post this I wasn't allowed to post swear words so sometimes shit might be shnit or a letter substituted with a '*' so just figure it out. Kay...onto the story!
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Lydecker Plural
Part Nine
(Geneva)
As I looked at the front page of the Skagit Valley Herald I felt fear start to get hold of me. Shit. Lydecker would be on his way over in a matter of days that meant I had to get Matt and myself out of here.
I rushed to the main office of my job's work facility. My boss was, luckily, in there. "Hi, excuse me, Mr. Bare, but I have to run to the eastern coast for some family business. My mother died. And I'd appreciate about a month off." I said turning on my flirting tone of voice and adding a hint of flirt in my body movement.
"Ummm, okay just can you wait till tomorrow?" Mr. Bare said with not one hint of hesitation.
"Thank you Mr. Bare. I have to get to work now okay?" I threw in a wink.
"Sure."
I jogged out of the office. **Stupid horny man, you should stop thinking with your pants. ** I thought with a roll of my eyes. Continuing to jog, I passed the crapped out Aztec on the lift that I was working on and ran to the phone.
I dialed in a number. It was voice mail that answered; it was just a beep. "Zack, I don't need any help of anything but we were caught on camera." I looked to see if I was out of human hearing range; I was "They got our barcodes and everything I'm on the move I'll make Matt come with me. If I get caught at least I won't be alone. We'll be in a small town called Anacortes. See ya."
I slammed the receiver down and thought about getting back to work on the Aztec. Nothing distracts the mind more than work. I walked to the car armed with nothing but a few tools and myself.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Once it was nine o' clock I stripped the jumpsuit off and jumped onto my ride. At first I headed towards my home but then went straight to Matt's house. Thankfully he was there.
I slammed to a stop and practically flew off, but I didn't care; all I cared about was keeping away from Lydecker. When I got to the door it opened before I even got the chance to knock.
"It time to move out?" Matt said reading the panic on my face.
"Yes, saw the news paper, huh?"
"Yep, I have to get some stuff."
"Okay I have to go and pack. See ya."
"Yeah."
I dashed off using my superior speed to help me get to my cycle. As I was riding I hesitated to push a little red button on the left handle bar; I had installed it for my own personal reasons. 'Oh what the hell' I thought and pushed it.
WHOOSH!
I sped off going at a high speed of two hundred miles an hour. If I didn't have my cat-like reflexes I would have easily crashed into one of the other cars on the road.
Making record time I reached my house in a little over a minute. I dashed inside and hooked my trailer onto the back of my bike. In a blink of an eye I had gotten all the clothes together and had gotten Camouflage's cat carrier.
I heard cautious footsteps on my concrete porch. I froze and listened for a gun being readied or the sound of twenty pairs of boots.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
"Geneva it's me!"
I breathed freely. Ella. I winced...she was going to ask questions. She always reads the paper and she always bugs me about anything "strange" that happens to me.
"Open up please I saw you in there."
I caved in. **Well now it's my moment of weakness.** I vaguely thought. I opened the door wide to let her know she could come in. She did so, gratefully.
"Geneva how...what...where did you learn to jump that high?"
"Ummm...I-I can't tell you. You'd think me of something non-human." I straightened my posture, standing straight and tall. Have I mentioned that Lydecker and Manticore really sucks a dead cows butt? Sometimes Lydecker was so heartless for what he did to us that I almost scare myself for thinking of ways to hurt him for the terrible things he did-does.
"No I won't. You're my best friend. I can handle anything you dish out." She said firmly but softly.
"Do you really want to know? If I tell you, you will be in danger, my dad would kill you. No hesitation what so ever to pop a cap in your as$."
"You're my best friend and I'll do anything for you. If it helped you out I would take a pullet for you."
"You won't believe me even if I did tell you."
"Yes I will. Please, I'm worried about you."
I sighed and thought about the consequences of my actions. Ella might get killed if Lydecker suspected her. Lydecker could get his greasy hands on the original film and see the tire tracks that our Kawasaki's left. Either way I had to get her out of Mount Vernon.
"Okay, I have no choice anyway. Okay here it goes, I was created from a branch of the government. That specific branch is very bad and evil; they made a genetic lab called Manticore. That's where they paid young women to go through genetic engineering. What they did was throw some cat DNA, Shark DNA, and other creatures into our blood stream and what not.
"Manticore's scientists made us so fast we could out run a bullet, we were so smart by age nine that we already knew more than college graduates, and we were stronger than gorillas. We have telescopic vision/night vision, I can hear a mouse fart, we can jump up fifteen feet in the air, and we can hold our breaths for an average of four minutes. We also have photographic memories, superior mental processing skills, and we have the ability to heal quicker than the average human," I took a deep breath and continued on. Ella continued to stare at me.
"We were trained to kill in every form of killing there is. Assassination; I know how to put together and take apart a COLT M-4 CARBON ASSAULT RIFLE in less then ten seconds. Murder; I can snap someone's neck with my thumb and index finger. I can drowned them, chock them, poison them, and beat the living shit out of them. Hand to Hand Combat; I know defense, and offense in every form ever created, he** I could be a Samurai if I wanted to. Escape and Evade; if I can get out of a maximum security lab I can get out of Alcatrez (if it was still operational) and I can stay out of the way of the fool who dares to try to get me back. Speaking of E and E we have to get out of here. You are in danger of Lydecker."
Ella just stood there and let her jaw rest on the floor. "When you told me that stuff, you said 'we' a lot. Who's 'we'?"
"After Manticore was up for a few years, they had made several series of soldiers, X1s, X2s, X3s, X4s, and, us, the X5s. the X series one through four were something called Nomilies, soldiers that went bad. Each time the scientists had put too much in at once or something like that; well any ways, only four out of thirty from each class were saved, the rest were destroyed. You remember how I said that they paid the mothers to go through jean therapy? Well my mom wanted for me to be advanced and volunteered. My dad agreed; my dad's name is Donald Lydecker. I was kept a secret from the other X5s, I was trained and tortured separately and secretively."
"How am I supposed to believe you?" she asked suspiciously.
I turned around and lifted up my hair away from my neck, "This barcode is etched into my DNA. It will not go away; trust me a month after I go to the tattoo parlor to remove it, it goes away for a month before it comes back." I turned to face her once more.
"That doesn't **Prove** any thing though...you could have gotten that yesterday."
I took a deep breath and let it all out. "Don't make me prove it." Before I could continue on she interrupted.
"Let's go out tonight...you'll be able to prove it then." She and I were both getting a little angry.
"Fine. But start packing; Lydecker will be here after the both of us." I put a shit load of emphasis on 'will'.
Ella nodded, got up and left not saying anything. She was going to be a pain in the butt. I shook my head and continued on packing. I grabbed all my spy and burglary equipment. I threw in my camouflage clothes and paint I kept around just in case. I packed a few pairs of clothes but left the rest to make it seem like I was still there.
I continued to pack the important stuff like; CDs, Tapes, books, my CD player, five bottles of Tryptophan, non-perishable food, cat food, money, two tents, and bathroom materials.
Okay that's it I so totally needed to relax. Time for some party music. I went through all the CDs and came up with one. I had made a CD that had multiple variations of oldies. The song I was after was called 'Uh-Oh we're in Trouble' by a group called 'Shampoo'.
When the song came on I started to nod my head to the beat and soon I was bouncing off full of dancing energy. In the middle of the song I heard a song over the loud music. It was the sound of helicopter blades. 'Oh shit!' I thought.
I ran out side to see if it was Manticore. Flying from the west came, a red and white helicopter. I breathed a sigh. It was one of hospital's choppers. I walked inside returning to my music. When the "shampoo song" was over I turned it to a song called Bouncing off the Ceiling, by A Teens.
After that song was over I decided to go to a place of mine; the other X5s would have called it a 'High Place'. It was a place were I could go to think freely.
Every time I tell Ella I'm going to the water tower (my High Place) I laugh. There was a guy from the 90s named Jeff Foxworthey; and I quote: If you find your self climbing to the top of the water tower in the middle of the night to defend your sister's honor...you might be a redneck. I love Jeff Foxwothey's CD "You Might Be A Redneck" Okay, moving on...I decided to go up to the water tower just to think.
The sun was just setting and looking out at the sun's bright pink rays gave me a sense of confidence. From up there I could see the city's center where the old quart house was, I could see the Skagit river, the bridge, Scott's Books store, the park, and several other buildings and homes.
As the sun sank lower into the horizon I watched as porch lights and street lamps were turned on. The longer I stayed up there the more I realized that I needed to get a disguise and try and throw 'Decker off. My latest paycheck was going down the drain for hair dye.
When the sun had been down for at the least an hour I climbed down off the water tower and headed off towards home. When I drove up to my house Ella was waiting for me in my very large front yard.
She was sitting on her bike. I drove up beside her. "Did you pack?" I asked over my bike's engine.
"Yes, let's go...it won't take too long." she gunned the engine alive and rolled off with me closely following. We road down Lincoln hill and past the other side of the town. She took me to a certain part of the river. Here the undertow was very strong.
Ella and I got off and stood there a moment. "What are we doing here?" I asked her.
"You are going to go under and stay under as long as you can."
"You're joking right? I'm not sure if I can over come the undertow."
"Are you afraid? Besides I have rope here." Ella pulled out a rope that had a small weight to guide the rope to the bottom if I needed it.
"No, I am not afraid." I took my shoes and socks off followed by my leather jacket.
I dove off the dike and ended up way out in the middle of the river. "See you in four or five minutes." I said before diving deep down. The undertow pulled me down. When that happened I immediately regretted it.
Alexandra Bruderlin: I'm glad I could make your day better.anyway here's the next post.
All: I hope you like what I've done with the fic so far but this is just the beginning! : ) BTW, where I used to post this I wasn't allowed to post swear words so sometimes shit might be shnit or a letter substituted with a '*' so just figure it out. Kay...onto the story!
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Lydecker Plural
Part Nine
(Geneva)
As I looked at the front page of the Skagit Valley Herald I felt fear start to get hold of me. Shit. Lydecker would be on his way over in a matter of days that meant I had to get Matt and myself out of here.
I rushed to the main office of my job's work facility. My boss was, luckily, in there. "Hi, excuse me, Mr. Bare, but I have to run to the eastern coast for some family business. My mother died. And I'd appreciate about a month off." I said turning on my flirting tone of voice and adding a hint of flirt in my body movement.
"Ummm, okay just can you wait till tomorrow?" Mr. Bare said with not one hint of hesitation.
"Thank you Mr. Bare. I have to get to work now okay?" I threw in a wink.
"Sure."
I jogged out of the office. **Stupid horny man, you should stop thinking with your pants. ** I thought with a roll of my eyes. Continuing to jog, I passed the crapped out Aztec on the lift that I was working on and ran to the phone.
I dialed in a number. It was voice mail that answered; it was just a beep. "Zack, I don't need any help of anything but we were caught on camera." I looked to see if I was out of human hearing range; I was "They got our barcodes and everything I'm on the move I'll make Matt come with me. If I get caught at least I won't be alone. We'll be in a small town called Anacortes. See ya."
I slammed the receiver down and thought about getting back to work on the Aztec. Nothing distracts the mind more than work. I walked to the car armed with nothing but a few tools and myself.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Once it was nine o' clock I stripped the jumpsuit off and jumped onto my ride. At first I headed towards my home but then went straight to Matt's house. Thankfully he was there.
I slammed to a stop and practically flew off, but I didn't care; all I cared about was keeping away from Lydecker. When I got to the door it opened before I even got the chance to knock.
"It time to move out?" Matt said reading the panic on my face.
"Yes, saw the news paper, huh?"
"Yep, I have to get some stuff."
"Okay I have to go and pack. See ya."
"Yeah."
I dashed off using my superior speed to help me get to my cycle. As I was riding I hesitated to push a little red button on the left handle bar; I had installed it for my own personal reasons. 'Oh what the hell' I thought and pushed it.
WHOOSH!
I sped off going at a high speed of two hundred miles an hour. If I didn't have my cat-like reflexes I would have easily crashed into one of the other cars on the road.
Making record time I reached my house in a little over a minute. I dashed inside and hooked my trailer onto the back of my bike. In a blink of an eye I had gotten all the clothes together and had gotten Camouflage's cat carrier.
I heard cautious footsteps on my concrete porch. I froze and listened for a gun being readied or the sound of twenty pairs of boots.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
"Geneva it's me!"
I breathed freely. Ella. I winced...she was going to ask questions. She always reads the paper and she always bugs me about anything "strange" that happens to me.
"Open up please I saw you in there."
I caved in. **Well now it's my moment of weakness.** I vaguely thought. I opened the door wide to let her know she could come in. She did so, gratefully.
"Geneva how...what...where did you learn to jump that high?"
"Ummm...I-I can't tell you. You'd think me of something non-human." I straightened my posture, standing straight and tall. Have I mentioned that Lydecker and Manticore really sucks a dead cows butt? Sometimes Lydecker was so heartless for what he did to us that I almost scare myself for thinking of ways to hurt him for the terrible things he did-does.
"No I won't. You're my best friend. I can handle anything you dish out." She said firmly but softly.
"Do you really want to know? If I tell you, you will be in danger, my dad would kill you. No hesitation what so ever to pop a cap in your as$."
"You're my best friend and I'll do anything for you. If it helped you out I would take a pullet for you."
"You won't believe me even if I did tell you."
"Yes I will. Please, I'm worried about you."
I sighed and thought about the consequences of my actions. Ella might get killed if Lydecker suspected her. Lydecker could get his greasy hands on the original film and see the tire tracks that our Kawasaki's left. Either way I had to get her out of Mount Vernon.
"Okay, I have no choice anyway. Okay here it goes, I was created from a branch of the government. That specific branch is very bad and evil; they made a genetic lab called Manticore. That's where they paid young women to go through genetic engineering. What they did was throw some cat DNA, Shark DNA, and other creatures into our blood stream and what not.
"Manticore's scientists made us so fast we could out run a bullet, we were so smart by age nine that we already knew more than college graduates, and we were stronger than gorillas. We have telescopic vision/night vision, I can hear a mouse fart, we can jump up fifteen feet in the air, and we can hold our breaths for an average of four minutes. We also have photographic memories, superior mental processing skills, and we have the ability to heal quicker than the average human," I took a deep breath and continued on. Ella continued to stare at me.
"We were trained to kill in every form of killing there is. Assassination; I know how to put together and take apart a COLT M-4 CARBON ASSAULT RIFLE in less then ten seconds. Murder; I can snap someone's neck with my thumb and index finger. I can drowned them, chock them, poison them, and beat the living shit out of them. Hand to Hand Combat; I know defense, and offense in every form ever created, he** I could be a Samurai if I wanted to. Escape and Evade; if I can get out of a maximum security lab I can get out of Alcatrez (if it was still operational) and I can stay out of the way of the fool who dares to try to get me back. Speaking of E and E we have to get out of here. You are in danger of Lydecker."
Ella just stood there and let her jaw rest on the floor. "When you told me that stuff, you said 'we' a lot. Who's 'we'?"
"After Manticore was up for a few years, they had made several series of soldiers, X1s, X2s, X3s, X4s, and, us, the X5s. the X series one through four were something called Nomilies, soldiers that went bad. Each time the scientists had put too much in at once or something like that; well any ways, only four out of thirty from each class were saved, the rest were destroyed. You remember how I said that they paid the mothers to go through jean therapy? Well my mom wanted for me to be advanced and volunteered. My dad agreed; my dad's name is Donald Lydecker. I was kept a secret from the other X5s, I was trained and tortured separately and secretively."
"How am I supposed to believe you?" she asked suspiciously.
I turned around and lifted up my hair away from my neck, "This barcode is etched into my DNA. It will not go away; trust me a month after I go to the tattoo parlor to remove it, it goes away for a month before it comes back." I turned to face her once more.
"That doesn't **Prove** any thing though...you could have gotten that yesterday."
I took a deep breath and let it all out. "Don't make me prove it." Before I could continue on she interrupted.
"Let's go out tonight...you'll be able to prove it then." She and I were both getting a little angry.
"Fine. But start packing; Lydecker will be here after the both of us." I put a shit load of emphasis on 'will'.
Ella nodded, got up and left not saying anything. She was going to be a pain in the butt. I shook my head and continued on packing. I grabbed all my spy and burglary equipment. I threw in my camouflage clothes and paint I kept around just in case. I packed a few pairs of clothes but left the rest to make it seem like I was still there.
I continued to pack the important stuff like; CDs, Tapes, books, my CD player, five bottles of Tryptophan, non-perishable food, cat food, money, two tents, and bathroom materials.
Okay that's it I so totally needed to relax. Time for some party music. I went through all the CDs and came up with one. I had made a CD that had multiple variations of oldies. The song I was after was called 'Uh-Oh we're in Trouble' by a group called 'Shampoo'.
When the song came on I started to nod my head to the beat and soon I was bouncing off full of dancing energy. In the middle of the song I heard a song over the loud music. It was the sound of helicopter blades. 'Oh shit!' I thought.
I ran out side to see if it was Manticore. Flying from the west came, a red and white helicopter. I breathed a sigh. It was one of hospital's choppers. I walked inside returning to my music. When the "shampoo song" was over I turned it to a song called Bouncing off the Ceiling, by A Teens.
After that song was over I decided to go to a place of mine; the other X5s would have called it a 'High Place'. It was a place were I could go to think freely.
Every time I tell Ella I'm going to the water tower (my High Place) I laugh. There was a guy from the 90s named Jeff Foxworthey; and I quote: If you find your self climbing to the top of the water tower in the middle of the night to defend your sister's honor...you might be a redneck. I love Jeff Foxwothey's CD "You Might Be A Redneck" Okay, moving on...I decided to go up to the water tower just to think.
The sun was just setting and looking out at the sun's bright pink rays gave me a sense of confidence. From up there I could see the city's center where the old quart house was, I could see the Skagit river, the bridge, Scott's Books store, the park, and several other buildings and homes.
As the sun sank lower into the horizon I watched as porch lights and street lamps were turned on. The longer I stayed up there the more I realized that I needed to get a disguise and try and throw 'Decker off. My latest paycheck was going down the drain for hair dye.
When the sun had been down for at the least an hour I climbed down off the water tower and headed off towards home. When I drove up to my house Ella was waiting for me in my very large front yard.
She was sitting on her bike. I drove up beside her. "Did you pack?" I asked over my bike's engine.
"Yes, let's go...it won't take too long." she gunned the engine alive and rolled off with me closely following. We road down Lincoln hill and past the other side of the town. She took me to a certain part of the river. Here the undertow was very strong.
Ella and I got off and stood there a moment. "What are we doing here?" I asked her.
"You are going to go under and stay under as long as you can."
"You're joking right? I'm not sure if I can over come the undertow."
"Are you afraid? Besides I have rope here." Ella pulled out a rope that had a small weight to guide the rope to the bottom if I needed it.
"No, I am not afraid." I took my shoes and socks off followed by my leather jacket.
I dove off the dike and ended up way out in the middle of the river. "See you in four or five minutes." I said before diving deep down. The undertow pulled me down. When that happened I immediately regretted it.