Well, here is the second chapter. Many thanks to Heath 999 for her patience
with me and the many e-mails I sent her while I "worked" on this fic, which
I previously called "cries in the dark". I also would like to mention that
I am now un-officially an Editor for the Pokemon fics. I will deal mostly
with the many authors that are located outside of the U.S.
I hope to hear from any and all fellow authors.
Ciao!
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"Attack!" A man yelled into a small microphone he held in his hands.
The light-blue humanoid figure beyond the one-way mirror, now in some type of armor, did nothing, not surprisingly. He had not done anything for the past month. Even as the enemies across the gymnasium attacked, he would do nothing, not even attempt to block the attacks or fight back. He would just watch his attackers, following their every move, and predict, successfully, what they would do next, yet he would still do nothing when they attacked, except accept everything that they could bring against him. Many times they would knock him over, once they had even come close to killing him. Even then, he would just stand up, almost as if he was daring them to finish him.
"Sir, its no use! He still will not obey!" said a lab tech monitoring the humanoid's brain waves.
"Try it again! I will not accept anything but total cooperation! You, increase the pressure on his headband!"
One of the techs turned a knob on his computer terminal. As he turned, a needle on the console jumped higher on the scale, indicating the amount of electricity forcefully flowing through the body of the test subject. The boss repeated the order to attack, but the reaction from the humanoid was the same: nothing.
"Spike him," the boss ordered.
"But, Sir, the last one that was spiked died from it!" was the reply from the tech in charge of the current flowing through the humanoid. He still remembered that day, years ago, when they last "spiked" an individual: it had taken months to find all of the pieces to the pokemon scattered around the training area, even longer to remove the blood stains. It had taken him a year to get comfortable at his job again, the horror of that day almost driving him insane. He shuddered at the memory.
"I know that, private! Spike him!" replied the boss. He also remembered that day. He had watched the security tapes of the incident, every gruesome minute of it. That "incident" had cost him a good pokemon and a member: upon learning of the incident, the trainer immediately left the organization and threatened to expose it, so he had to silence him. It was not the best thing to do, but it was necessary. It also warned the rest of the members of how traitors would be handled. "Private, spike him now!" "Yes, sir," replied the private. With that, he pressed a button on his console, hoping to whatever god was still out there listening that he wouldn't have to live through the horrors again.
The humanoid flung out his arms in pain, then promptly fainted.
"His vitals are okay!" yelled another Tech that was monitoring his vital signs. With that, everyone was visibly relieved that their creation was still alive.
I hope to hear from any and all fellow authors.
Ciao!
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"Attack!" A man yelled into a small microphone he held in his hands.
The light-blue humanoid figure beyond the one-way mirror, now in some type of armor, did nothing, not surprisingly. He had not done anything for the past month. Even as the enemies across the gymnasium attacked, he would do nothing, not even attempt to block the attacks or fight back. He would just watch his attackers, following their every move, and predict, successfully, what they would do next, yet he would still do nothing when they attacked, except accept everything that they could bring against him. Many times they would knock him over, once they had even come close to killing him. Even then, he would just stand up, almost as if he was daring them to finish him.
"Sir, its no use! He still will not obey!" said a lab tech monitoring the humanoid's brain waves.
"Try it again! I will not accept anything but total cooperation! You, increase the pressure on his headband!"
One of the techs turned a knob on his computer terminal. As he turned, a needle on the console jumped higher on the scale, indicating the amount of electricity forcefully flowing through the body of the test subject. The boss repeated the order to attack, but the reaction from the humanoid was the same: nothing.
"Spike him," the boss ordered.
"But, Sir, the last one that was spiked died from it!" was the reply from the tech in charge of the current flowing through the humanoid. He still remembered that day, years ago, when they last "spiked" an individual: it had taken months to find all of the pieces to the pokemon scattered around the training area, even longer to remove the blood stains. It had taken him a year to get comfortable at his job again, the horror of that day almost driving him insane. He shuddered at the memory.
"I know that, private! Spike him!" replied the boss. He also remembered that day. He had watched the security tapes of the incident, every gruesome minute of it. That "incident" had cost him a good pokemon and a member: upon learning of the incident, the trainer immediately left the organization and threatened to expose it, so he had to silence him. It was not the best thing to do, but it was necessary. It also warned the rest of the members of how traitors would be handled. "Private, spike him now!" "Yes, sir," replied the private. With that, he pressed a button on his console, hoping to whatever god was still out there listening that he wouldn't have to live through the horrors again.
The humanoid flung out his arms in pain, then promptly fainted.
"His vitals are okay!" yelled another Tech that was monitoring his vital signs. With that, everyone was visibly relieved that their creation was still alive.