Part 0.1
I pulled on my black pants and jacket in the cold Seattle morning. It was foggy, but I could still see silent police sirens shedding color beams through the early morning. I roll up my sleeping bag, and put it on my back. I fasten it to my back, and leave my camp of the previous night.
Today, I'm going to get into Terminal City. I've spent the past week there, posing as a transgenic hater, but have secretly be forming a plan to get in. I think that I've finally hit on a good one, but I'm not sure.
I walk slowly around the corner, as I have for the past 7 days, and see a giant flaming cross, I look pitifully at the normals throwing rocks and holding signs. They through remarks out at the people, my people, and they don't have a clue that lame as they are, the remarks hurt.
"Hey, Sid, you going to join us?" a man that I'd previously hung out with came up to me, and handed me a sign. It said, "Transgenics Don't Belong." I handed the sign back.
"Na Jake, I'm going in. I'm going to see what these punks want with our city," I was proud of my answer, and I looked at Jake with an evil glint in my eye. I hope my Manticore genes have made me a good actress, too.
"Nice Sydney, take us some picks, K? I wanna look at these freaks up close."
I held back a laugh. These freaks, he was talking to one now, and had no idea. Sure, some of us do look a little crazy, but most of us are just like him.
"Yeah, I'll meet you later, with the film, peace out," I flashed him another grin, and left the spot. I threw the camera in the Dumpster. I was never going to have to see that face again, and I wasn't about to expose my family to an idiot.
I walked around the premises, looking for the spot. I finally saw it. A small break in the fence, where previously and x-5 designated 452 had broken through. Although there were a few police officers patrolling the area, so it shouldn't be too hard. I stepped out of the ally, in front of an ash pile from another pointless cross. A cop turned to me. I eyed his uniform that was my ticket in, if I wasn't noticed.
"Where's your protesting gear? I don't see any rocks, matches, signs?" he seemed amused at me coming out here. This place was abandoned by protesters 5 days before.
"What makes you think I'm a protester, officer?" I asked, with a smirk on my face. "Do you think that no one in this city supports the transgenics?"
He laughed mockingly. I felt my neck turn red. After regaining his regal posture, he talked. "Well, for one, you aren't a freak, you're too pretty. Two, everyone should hate the freaks, and three, you're insane if you're hanging around here without a good reason."
"I have a good reason," for a second he seemed relieved, that was before he took a swift kick to his fat head. "Not a freak huh?"
Three more cops had turned their attention towards me. Damn, I was hoping I had been quiet, but I guess no one can quietly kick ass. "You want some of this too?"
"You realize we will have to arrest you, ma'am. Transgenics are wanted for murderous behavior."
"I haven't killed anyone…yet." That's it, I've had enough. I bent my legs and sprang into the air. 2 cops fell over as a result to a battering to the heard. Then I elbowed backwards and struck the third ones face. This was easier than I thought. Seattle should really train their law enforcement officers better. I walked right into the area, without a scratch to show for my effort.
I reach down for my bag, to begin the search for life. Life like mine. I was hoping to reunite with some 6's and maybe 5's. The gravel feels light under my feet, and I'm excited that I will soon be amongst my family.
I pulled on my black pants and jacket in the cold Seattle morning. It was foggy, but I could still see silent police sirens shedding color beams through the early morning. I roll up my sleeping bag, and put it on my back. I fasten it to my back, and leave my camp of the previous night.
Today, I'm going to get into Terminal City. I've spent the past week there, posing as a transgenic hater, but have secretly be forming a plan to get in. I think that I've finally hit on a good one, but I'm not sure.
I walk slowly around the corner, as I have for the past 7 days, and see a giant flaming cross, I look pitifully at the normals throwing rocks and holding signs. They through remarks out at the people, my people, and they don't have a clue that lame as they are, the remarks hurt.
"Hey, Sid, you going to join us?" a man that I'd previously hung out with came up to me, and handed me a sign. It said, "Transgenics Don't Belong." I handed the sign back.
"Na Jake, I'm going in. I'm going to see what these punks want with our city," I was proud of my answer, and I looked at Jake with an evil glint in my eye. I hope my Manticore genes have made me a good actress, too.
"Nice Sydney, take us some picks, K? I wanna look at these freaks up close."
I held back a laugh. These freaks, he was talking to one now, and had no idea. Sure, some of us do look a little crazy, but most of us are just like him.
"Yeah, I'll meet you later, with the film, peace out," I flashed him another grin, and left the spot. I threw the camera in the Dumpster. I was never going to have to see that face again, and I wasn't about to expose my family to an idiot.
I walked around the premises, looking for the spot. I finally saw it. A small break in the fence, where previously and x-5 designated 452 had broken through. Although there were a few police officers patrolling the area, so it shouldn't be too hard. I stepped out of the ally, in front of an ash pile from another pointless cross. A cop turned to me. I eyed his uniform that was my ticket in, if I wasn't noticed.
"Where's your protesting gear? I don't see any rocks, matches, signs?" he seemed amused at me coming out here. This place was abandoned by protesters 5 days before.
"What makes you think I'm a protester, officer?" I asked, with a smirk on my face. "Do you think that no one in this city supports the transgenics?"
He laughed mockingly. I felt my neck turn red. After regaining his regal posture, he talked. "Well, for one, you aren't a freak, you're too pretty. Two, everyone should hate the freaks, and three, you're insane if you're hanging around here without a good reason."
"I have a good reason," for a second he seemed relieved, that was before he took a swift kick to his fat head. "Not a freak huh?"
Three more cops had turned their attention towards me. Damn, I was hoping I had been quiet, but I guess no one can quietly kick ass. "You want some of this too?"
"You realize we will have to arrest you, ma'am. Transgenics are wanted for murderous behavior."
"I haven't killed anyone…yet." That's it, I've had enough. I bent my legs and sprang into the air. 2 cops fell over as a result to a battering to the heard. Then I elbowed backwards and struck the third ones face. This was easier than I thought. Seattle should really train their law enforcement officers better. I walked right into the area, without a scratch to show for my effort.
I reach down for my bag, to begin the search for life. Life like mine. I was hoping to reunite with some 6's and maybe 5's. The gravel feels light under my feet, and I'm excited that I will soon be amongst my family.