Eventually I gained the stomach to be able to turn the page. Hmm... looks like a couple pages are missing. "Day twenty-seven. We might have tried too hard, but I, the great Doctor Lem, can create a life from death. I can bring the dead to life. It is still in the experimental stages, but the processes are going well. I shall post this boy's vital stats later. If I can do this, I will be one step closer to being equal to God."
Turning the page, I continued to read aloud to myself. "Day forty-nine. I am proud of my progress. We have moved Subject 27431 to Michelangelo Hospital. I am wondering if it was smart to choose this boy as my vassal to godhood. I've got two subjects now, but Subject 27989 isn't the one I will begin my tests on. All the memories went through, I believe. On the other hand, certain aspects weren't able to be prevented from transferring over. No matter, this is just a test subject. I will continue my testing until I finally achieve my final goal."
There was one more page. I continued to read. "Day sixty-one. Subject 27431 has dealt well with the testing. He seems really agitated, though, much unlike Subject 27989. I am wondering if I should eliminate Subject 27431, for Subject 27989 is much more capable, much more promising. Subject 27431 has many malfunctions, such as human emotions. Yes, I can create clones of utter duplicated perfection. But that is not what I want. I will be creating my own biological warriors."
I sat there for a moment, absolutely appalled. Why, of all things, did I have to find these? I didn't even bother dwelling on any of it. I think I kind of knew what was going on. I figured that someone had these intentions... someone wanted me to see these. But... why? What did any of this have to do with my family, with me, with anything?
I tossed the photograph back into the manila folder on the floor, and then I folded the notes I had just read aloud and stuffed them in the pocket of my mud-splashed cargos. I stood up and kicked the manila folder to the side. "This isn't getting me anywhere," I grumbled to myself. Instead of getting answers, I was only getting more questions. "Dammit," I swore, I started to feel a headache trying to consume my head, my thoughts.
I ht my fist against the wall. More questions... was all I was going to get was more and more questions? I came here for answers, why was I not getting any?!
Good fucking God. I cam here for answers and yet all I was finding was more questions. These papers in my pocket... I knew that this was set up for me to see. For all I knew, this journal of events I had just read aloud was supposed to be about me. Go figure. Now the real kicker is, is all that information true? If so, was it really about me?
Never mind. Never fucking mind. All this thinking was giving me a pounding headache. Ignoring the information in my pocket, I actually bothered to look around at what the surroundings of my house were.
...it really isn't worth mentioning. Pastel blue walls with minimal decor. This... this was my home? How come I didn't remember anything at all of this little place? Why? WHY? Why is my memory so fucking selective to the point where I can remember certain things but not others?!
I began to walk down the hallway of my house, blandly staring at these blue pastel walls with small flower paintings on the walls. I wandered down this dull hallway until I stumbled onto the only doorway without a door. Odd. It looked like, at one point in time, that there was a door... but it looked as if someone or something had ripped the door off of its hinges. But, why?
Goddamn it. Another fucking question.
I put my hand out and scanned the doorjamb. An image of Rainheart filled my mind. Rainheart ripped the door off its hinges? Once again, I wanted to know why...
Yet when I walked into this room, the kitchen, I immediately knew that I didn't want to know. A feeling of nausea tightened around my stomach... did something really horrible happen here?
Although the scent was faint, I could smell the odor of rotting flesh in the air. It wasn't the scent that was making me sick, though... it was this feeling...
Turning the page, I continued to read aloud to myself. "Day forty-nine. I am proud of my progress. We have moved Subject 27431 to Michelangelo Hospital. I am wondering if it was smart to choose this boy as my vassal to godhood. I've got two subjects now, but Subject 27989 isn't the one I will begin my tests on. All the memories went through, I believe. On the other hand, certain aspects weren't able to be prevented from transferring over. No matter, this is just a test subject. I will continue my testing until I finally achieve my final goal."
There was one more page. I continued to read. "Day sixty-one. Subject 27431 has dealt well with the testing. He seems really agitated, though, much unlike Subject 27989. I am wondering if I should eliminate Subject 27431, for Subject 27989 is much more capable, much more promising. Subject 27431 has many malfunctions, such as human emotions. Yes, I can create clones of utter duplicated perfection. But that is not what I want. I will be creating my own biological warriors."
I sat there for a moment, absolutely appalled. Why, of all things, did I have to find these? I didn't even bother dwelling on any of it. I think I kind of knew what was going on. I figured that someone had these intentions... someone wanted me to see these. But... why? What did any of this have to do with my family, with me, with anything?
I tossed the photograph back into the manila folder on the floor, and then I folded the notes I had just read aloud and stuffed them in the pocket of my mud-splashed cargos. I stood up and kicked the manila folder to the side. "This isn't getting me anywhere," I grumbled to myself. Instead of getting answers, I was only getting more questions. "Dammit," I swore, I started to feel a headache trying to consume my head, my thoughts.
I ht my fist against the wall. More questions... was all I was going to get was more and more questions? I came here for answers, why was I not getting any?!
Good fucking God. I cam here for answers and yet all I was finding was more questions. These papers in my pocket... I knew that this was set up for me to see. For all I knew, this journal of events I had just read aloud was supposed to be about me. Go figure. Now the real kicker is, is all that information true? If so, was it really about me?
Never mind. Never fucking mind. All this thinking was giving me a pounding headache. Ignoring the information in my pocket, I actually bothered to look around at what the surroundings of my house were.
...it really isn't worth mentioning. Pastel blue walls with minimal decor. This... this was my home? How come I didn't remember anything at all of this little place? Why? WHY? Why is my memory so fucking selective to the point where I can remember certain things but not others?!
I began to walk down the hallway of my house, blandly staring at these blue pastel walls with small flower paintings on the walls. I wandered down this dull hallway until I stumbled onto the only doorway without a door. Odd. It looked like, at one point in time, that there was a door... but it looked as if someone or something had ripped the door off of its hinges. But, why?
Goddamn it. Another fucking question.
I put my hand out and scanned the doorjamb. An image of Rainheart filled my mind. Rainheart ripped the door off its hinges? Once again, I wanted to know why...
Yet when I walked into this room, the kitchen, I immediately knew that I didn't want to know. A feeling of nausea tightened around my stomach... did something really horrible happen here?
Although the scent was faint, I could smell the odor of rotting flesh in the air. It wasn't the scent that was making me sick, though... it was this feeling...