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Hey everyone, sorry for the wait. Here's the next chapter!
The night was setting in slowly on the desert planet. Only one of the twin suns peered from the horizon as three of the five moons took their place in the sky. A dark figure stumbled over the desert, limping lightly from a wounded leg. A trail of blood followed him as he dragged his foot. The wind however blew sand over the trail he made thus helping him as he headed for what he called home.
The young man was winded, wounded and quickly loosing energy. The silver haired killer continued to hallucinate, seeing visions of the place he was born. Men in white coats standing over him with alien objects in their hands. He shook his head and snarled lashing out at air as if that would help the clear the images. He panted, his chest heaving, his leg throbbing with pain. He cursed lowly, damming the brothers to a painfully slow death when he next would meet them.
He continued ahead as the fourth and fifth moon started to rise above the horizon line. He watched them, his vision blurring greatly. He blinked trying to clear his eyes, but it only got worse as the wind whipped sand at his face. He snarled and drew a hand to his face, stopping in his pained march to wipe his eyes clear. He cried out at the burning sensation of the warm sand in his eyes, the stinging pain on his face. He cleared his eyes and trudged on.
His energy was depleting quicker than he though, perhaps the amount of energy he used to "disappear" and jump around the brothers made him weaker. He scoffed at himself; the amount of effort it took to drag himself across the desert wasn't helping either. He found himself getting lightheaded quickly. He teetered a bit in his step as he paused and grabbed his forehead. This time he couldn't fight off fatigue and he passed out in the sand.
He slowly awoke to the feeling of floating in air. He blinked slightly as his golden eyes dulled then flashed as his consciousness regained itself. His eyes widened, his pupils dilating for a moment then shrinking to about the size of a pinhole. He was frightened at where he had been placed, and he struggled in his enclosure.
The young man had been placed in a glass structure, filled with a light and glowing blue liquid. He had been hooked up to various different machines with tubes coming from his wrists and wires all over his body. His chest heaved quickly as his breath came sudden, he wanted to rip the things off of him but something was holding his limbs back. He tossed his head back and pulled heavily on the restraints around his wrists, his long silver hair rippling violently with the liquid.
From outside the structure, warnings went off and the machines flashed telling the doctors that there were complications. The men at the consoles quickly worked to tame the boy, sending tranquilizers through the tubes in his wrists. He could feel a sudden mellowness coming on, and as much as he tried to fight he soon calmed and became flaccid.
He glared out at the men as they all breathed a sigh of relief; his mind was too fuzzy to even try to retaliate anymore. His lithe chest rose slowly as his breathing became easier, his once clenched and strong fists loosening and falling easily to his sides. He took this time to look himself over; he was almost completely nude except for a pair of boxers. His chest had a few surgical scars, as well as his abdomen and various places on his legs and wrists. A pair of metallic pincers were gently clicking and fixing up the last bits of what used to be his wound; they were sealing his flesh with a type of laser. He could feel a hot sensation from the wound but the tranqs. left him unresponsive to the pain.
None of this seemed familiar to him. But yet, somehow in the back of his mind he knew he should have recognized it all. There was still a feel of anger, hatred, and fear, a type of fear only brought on by not knowing what was going to happen. He didn't understand who he was, what he was, or what those men had in store for him.
He watched silently as another man entered the room, wearing a business type suit and a serious look on his face. A woman followed at his heels, wearing tight clothing that accentuated her bust and luscious curves. She had long chestnut brown hair and a pair of sensual blue eyes. She walked up beside the man in the suit, and laced her arm with his standing rather closely at his side. He watched only hearing muffled voices from outside and a brief movement of lips as the men conversed.
Outside the business man known as Charles E. Novin, spoke to one of the technicians and scientists. "What's his status?" "Well sir, he's completely healed now. But his energy is still recharging. Unfortunately he lost some of his memory, in fact most. of his memory." One of the doctors replied.
"Hmm, so your telling me he won't recognize me?" He tilted his head at the boy, his creation, his son, and walked up to the glass placing a hand on the surface. The woman stayed behind and snickered at the child. "Silas. silas. can you hear me?"
His eyes followed the man and stared down his cold brown eyes as he heard him speak a name. He merely nodded some in response. His name was silas?
The man smiled up at him " good. Its me Charles. your father, do you remember me?" He got a no from the boy and frowned. " I see.well, don't worry, you'll know soon enough." He stepped back away from the glass and looked over his shoulder at the doctors. " Start feeding him information. restore his memory then test him, make sure to emphasize his mission." The man smiled at his woman, and as she took his arm they left.
Silas watched sadly as the man turned and left with his woman, his facial expression showing no care what so ever. Suddenly images began to flood his mind, and he wrenched in his bindings. He curled up into a ball and tried to grip his head but was held back. He let out a cry of pain as images raced through his head, it was too much. But they kept coming even though he struggled to make them stop. Finally he could take no more and he succumbed and passed out.
A figure appeared in his thoughts, the man in the business suit, Charles. "Father." He spoke softly and received a nod from the figure. "Yes, I am your creator, your father, your god." He silently listened as the man spoke. " Do you remember your mission silas?" the man continued. " My. mission?" the boy mused. " Yes.you are to destroy the plants. Vash and Knives. then secure the cities of Gunsmoke for me." He quietly repeated this to himself. " Good. you do remember, now.do NOT forget this silas. do you know why?" He shook his head no. "Because if you fail . if you can not do this for me. you will be punished, and possibly destroyed. Do you want to end up like your brothers and sisters before you?" He shook his head no, vigorously, not wanting to die. " Good. now rest."
He awoke to the feel of a cold table under him, and bright blinding lights above. He blinked at the lights and turned his head away, lifting a hand to shield his eyes. He heard a voice from nearby as a woman in a lab coat approached him. He sat up quickly and attempted to back away from her, but she paused looking concerned. She cooed slightly trying to calm him and assure him that she wasn't going to cause him harm.
He relaxed a bit as she walked closer to him and touched his leg where the wound had been, she looked over the scar left there making sure it was sealed correctly and wouldn't reopen if he tried to walk. She smiled some as she gently touched the skin and nodded "Good as new, I think you can walk on it." She looked up at him and smiled gently then reached out to him offering him a hand.
He tilted his head some a few silver locks falling in front of his golden eyes. He reaches out and takes her hand then stands and looks around " where are my clothes?" he asks. Before he could react she had some in her arms ready for him. He nodded some and took them. He slipped on the jeans, and the black t-shirt, then the jacket and tied back his hair in a low ponytail. He glanced to the woman as she clutched her clipboard and smiled at him. He blushed a bit and looked away as he put on his boots and sighed. "Does father want me to go after them again?"
The woman shook her head " No. not just yet, you need to recuperate still." She sighs some " do you want to visit your mother silas?" He looked up at the woman and nodded some. She nodded in return then left the room. He followed suit looking her over as they walked down the corridor. She was a young woman about 21 in age, with dark blue hair. He'd noticed though that she had a pair of lovely turquoise eyes and fair skin. He wondered why she was in a place like this, she seemed too nice for such a job.
They turned down into another corridor then stopped before a pair of large doors, which came open with a whoosh. When he stepped in he saw a large glass structure, much like the one he was in but a lot larger. From the outside it resembled a large lightbulb, glowing warmly with a blue hue. He walked towards it as if the warmth beckoned him and as he grew closer he could see a form within the liquid. It was pale, with long semi-feathered wings on its back and long flowing tendrils that acted as hair. He pressed a palm to the glass as it grew closer to him, he could feel the warmth from the bulb against his hand.
This creature was a plant, a female plant and a fairly beautiful one at that. She managed at type of smile at him, as she grew close enough to place her palm against his on the glass. He looked up at her as she reached out to him and spoke to him personally. His eyes widened some as she talked to him and he muttered. "M.Mother."
Well that's it for this chapter. I hope you think this one was really good cause I realized my last chapter kinda sucked! Im going to have to rewrite it then. Anyway, I'll try to have the next up ASAP So keep Reviewing and stay with me, I have a feeling your in for a LOOOOONG haul. *Smiles* anyway *stuffs a donut in her mouth* thah thah foah now! *munch munch munch*
Hey everyone, sorry for the wait. Here's the next chapter!
The night was setting in slowly on the desert planet. Only one of the twin suns peered from the horizon as three of the five moons took their place in the sky. A dark figure stumbled over the desert, limping lightly from a wounded leg. A trail of blood followed him as he dragged his foot. The wind however blew sand over the trail he made thus helping him as he headed for what he called home.
The young man was winded, wounded and quickly loosing energy. The silver haired killer continued to hallucinate, seeing visions of the place he was born. Men in white coats standing over him with alien objects in their hands. He shook his head and snarled lashing out at air as if that would help the clear the images. He panted, his chest heaving, his leg throbbing with pain. He cursed lowly, damming the brothers to a painfully slow death when he next would meet them.
He continued ahead as the fourth and fifth moon started to rise above the horizon line. He watched them, his vision blurring greatly. He blinked trying to clear his eyes, but it only got worse as the wind whipped sand at his face. He snarled and drew a hand to his face, stopping in his pained march to wipe his eyes clear. He cried out at the burning sensation of the warm sand in his eyes, the stinging pain on his face. He cleared his eyes and trudged on.
His energy was depleting quicker than he though, perhaps the amount of energy he used to "disappear" and jump around the brothers made him weaker. He scoffed at himself; the amount of effort it took to drag himself across the desert wasn't helping either. He found himself getting lightheaded quickly. He teetered a bit in his step as he paused and grabbed his forehead. This time he couldn't fight off fatigue and he passed out in the sand.
He slowly awoke to the feeling of floating in air. He blinked slightly as his golden eyes dulled then flashed as his consciousness regained itself. His eyes widened, his pupils dilating for a moment then shrinking to about the size of a pinhole. He was frightened at where he had been placed, and he struggled in his enclosure.
The young man had been placed in a glass structure, filled with a light and glowing blue liquid. He had been hooked up to various different machines with tubes coming from his wrists and wires all over his body. His chest heaved quickly as his breath came sudden, he wanted to rip the things off of him but something was holding his limbs back. He tossed his head back and pulled heavily on the restraints around his wrists, his long silver hair rippling violently with the liquid.
From outside the structure, warnings went off and the machines flashed telling the doctors that there were complications. The men at the consoles quickly worked to tame the boy, sending tranquilizers through the tubes in his wrists. He could feel a sudden mellowness coming on, and as much as he tried to fight he soon calmed and became flaccid.
He glared out at the men as they all breathed a sigh of relief; his mind was too fuzzy to even try to retaliate anymore. His lithe chest rose slowly as his breathing became easier, his once clenched and strong fists loosening and falling easily to his sides. He took this time to look himself over; he was almost completely nude except for a pair of boxers. His chest had a few surgical scars, as well as his abdomen and various places on his legs and wrists. A pair of metallic pincers were gently clicking and fixing up the last bits of what used to be his wound; they were sealing his flesh with a type of laser. He could feel a hot sensation from the wound but the tranqs. left him unresponsive to the pain.
None of this seemed familiar to him. But yet, somehow in the back of his mind he knew he should have recognized it all. There was still a feel of anger, hatred, and fear, a type of fear only brought on by not knowing what was going to happen. He didn't understand who he was, what he was, or what those men had in store for him.
He watched silently as another man entered the room, wearing a business type suit and a serious look on his face. A woman followed at his heels, wearing tight clothing that accentuated her bust and luscious curves. She had long chestnut brown hair and a pair of sensual blue eyes. She walked up beside the man in the suit, and laced her arm with his standing rather closely at his side. He watched only hearing muffled voices from outside and a brief movement of lips as the men conversed.
Outside the business man known as Charles E. Novin, spoke to one of the technicians and scientists. "What's his status?" "Well sir, he's completely healed now. But his energy is still recharging. Unfortunately he lost some of his memory, in fact most. of his memory." One of the doctors replied.
"Hmm, so your telling me he won't recognize me?" He tilted his head at the boy, his creation, his son, and walked up to the glass placing a hand on the surface. The woman stayed behind and snickered at the child. "Silas. silas. can you hear me?"
His eyes followed the man and stared down his cold brown eyes as he heard him speak a name. He merely nodded some in response. His name was silas?
The man smiled up at him " good. Its me Charles. your father, do you remember me?" He got a no from the boy and frowned. " I see.well, don't worry, you'll know soon enough." He stepped back away from the glass and looked over his shoulder at the doctors. " Start feeding him information. restore his memory then test him, make sure to emphasize his mission." The man smiled at his woman, and as she took his arm they left.
Silas watched sadly as the man turned and left with his woman, his facial expression showing no care what so ever. Suddenly images began to flood his mind, and he wrenched in his bindings. He curled up into a ball and tried to grip his head but was held back. He let out a cry of pain as images raced through his head, it was too much. But they kept coming even though he struggled to make them stop. Finally he could take no more and he succumbed and passed out.
A figure appeared in his thoughts, the man in the business suit, Charles. "Father." He spoke softly and received a nod from the figure. "Yes, I am your creator, your father, your god." He silently listened as the man spoke. " Do you remember your mission silas?" the man continued. " My. mission?" the boy mused. " Yes.you are to destroy the plants. Vash and Knives. then secure the cities of Gunsmoke for me." He quietly repeated this to himself. " Good. you do remember, now.do NOT forget this silas. do you know why?" He shook his head no. "Because if you fail . if you can not do this for me. you will be punished, and possibly destroyed. Do you want to end up like your brothers and sisters before you?" He shook his head no, vigorously, not wanting to die. " Good. now rest."
He awoke to the feel of a cold table under him, and bright blinding lights above. He blinked at the lights and turned his head away, lifting a hand to shield his eyes. He heard a voice from nearby as a woman in a lab coat approached him. He sat up quickly and attempted to back away from her, but she paused looking concerned. She cooed slightly trying to calm him and assure him that she wasn't going to cause him harm.
He relaxed a bit as she walked closer to him and touched his leg where the wound had been, she looked over the scar left there making sure it was sealed correctly and wouldn't reopen if he tried to walk. She smiled some as she gently touched the skin and nodded "Good as new, I think you can walk on it." She looked up at him and smiled gently then reached out to him offering him a hand.
He tilted his head some a few silver locks falling in front of his golden eyes. He reaches out and takes her hand then stands and looks around " where are my clothes?" he asks. Before he could react she had some in her arms ready for him. He nodded some and took them. He slipped on the jeans, and the black t-shirt, then the jacket and tied back his hair in a low ponytail. He glanced to the woman as she clutched her clipboard and smiled at him. He blushed a bit and looked away as he put on his boots and sighed. "Does father want me to go after them again?"
The woman shook her head " No. not just yet, you need to recuperate still." She sighs some " do you want to visit your mother silas?" He looked up at the woman and nodded some. She nodded in return then left the room. He followed suit looking her over as they walked down the corridor. She was a young woman about 21 in age, with dark blue hair. He'd noticed though that she had a pair of lovely turquoise eyes and fair skin. He wondered why she was in a place like this, she seemed too nice for such a job.
They turned down into another corridor then stopped before a pair of large doors, which came open with a whoosh. When he stepped in he saw a large glass structure, much like the one he was in but a lot larger. From the outside it resembled a large lightbulb, glowing warmly with a blue hue. He walked towards it as if the warmth beckoned him and as he grew closer he could see a form within the liquid. It was pale, with long semi-feathered wings on its back and long flowing tendrils that acted as hair. He pressed a palm to the glass as it grew closer to him, he could feel the warmth from the bulb against his hand.
This creature was a plant, a female plant and a fairly beautiful one at that. She managed at type of smile at him, as she grew close enough to place her palm against his on the glass. He looked up at her as she reached out to him and spoke to him personally. His eyes widened some as she talked to him and he muttered. "M.Mother."
Well that's it for this chapter. I hope you think this one was really good cause I realized my last chapter kinda sucked! Im going to have to rewrite it then. Anyway, I'll try to have the next up ASAP So keep Reviewing and stay with me, I have a feeling your in for a LOOOOONG haul. *Smiles* anyway *stuffs a donut in her mouth* thah thah foah now! *munch munch munch*