Frenetic Amnesic
You know, I am one stupid idiot for pushing for reviews. But I do have an explanation. You
see, Murdoch has some really dangerous secrets. Secrets that could kill if they were discovered.
Also, this story tends to reverberate a story I did not long ago. Project: Exodus. However, 2 chapters
in, that story got really gory and perverted. As I wanted to avoid any backlash, I took it of the site.
This story will have somewhat graphic descriptions of death, and deal with some strange subjects.
And please don't blame me. The idea just came to me while I was listening to the song "Frenetic
Amnesic." As I heard the lyrics, it sounded like a good plot line. I just added some gusto near the
end. So if you still want to read this story, despite what I said, go ahead, I won't stop you. Just
remember, you have been WARNED!
Abuhin: As for the name Murdoch, I used to listen to a band called Gorillaz. They were a
cartoon band that had some good songs. I listen to them every now and then, but not as much as I
used to. Anyway, one of the cartoon characters in the band was named Murdoch. That Murdoch was
rather grungy, and was a devil worshiper. When I came up with the Murdoch here, that one came to
mind. Mind you, my Murdoch won't worship the devil. That's someone else. Also, did you actually
listen to the song, or did you just look up the lyrics. You should listen man. It's awesome.
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Murdoch was silent the entire time he was in the car. It wasn't like he was trying to be rude
or anything. It was because he was trying to remember. He knew that this town was familiar but he
didn't know how. He wished something would spark inside his head.
"I know I've been here."
"Excuse me?"
"I've been here. I know it."
'He's delirious. He thinks he's been here before.' Jo thought. She started to pray that he
wasn't some psycho.
They pulled up to the house. Murdoch was looking at the house, thinking maybe that it held
something of his. They got out of the car and went in. The second he put a foot in, Murdoch was hit
with something. It flashed before his eyes in about a second. A grainy image of someone in a bio-
hazard suit carrying a bundle of something. It looked like clothes. But the sight was over before it
could be analyzed. Murdoch was holding his head like he had a headache.
Jo looked at him. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah. Headache."
"Well, let me get you some Tylenol." she went to the kitchen, leaving Murdoch to his
thoughts. Well, some of them anyway.
He swore this place was familiar. He couldn't quite place it, but he felt like he was home. He
looked around. The house was rather normal looking. Pictures of the family hung on the walls.
There was a spot where people put there shoes. A coat hanger. Normal everyday items. Nothing of
interest to him. He then spotted the basement door and felt some strange attraction to it. As if it held
all of his lost memories. He slowly walked over to it, placed a hand on the door...
"Would you like some tea?" came Jo's voice from the kitchen. This broke Murdoch from his
stupor.
"Yeah. Sure. That'll be fine." He started looking at the rest of the house. He eventually
figured that he might as well enjoy his stay.
Jo walked into the room with the drinks. "Here you are." "Thank you." Murdoch continued
to look at the house with an analytical eye.
"Umm, Mrs. McGuire. Could you tell me what all is around here?"
"Around here?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Well, let's see. There's lot's of interesting things here in Hillridge. There's the Digital Bean
near the square for starters."
"The Digital Bean?"
"Yeah. It's a place for kids your age to hang out and have fun. There's also the mall. And,
well, there's plenty of places to go. Just stay away from the lab."
Murdoch, who's attention had started to drift, snapped his head back to attention at the
mention of the lab.
"Lab?"
"Skylar industries. They have some secret underground laboratories on the outskirts of town.
The local kids and teenagers like to speculate that they make mutants or something. But I think that
they're just some military base or something along those lines."
"Are they're any pictures of it?"
At this, Jo looked at him with a quizzical look on her face. 'Why would he want to see a
picture of the lab?'
"Sure. I think there are some in today's paper. Hold on."
Murdoch cradled the tea he was offered. He waited nervously in the living room.
"Here you are." Jo came back into the room with a paper in her hands. Murdoch took the
paper from her and began to read the headline:
EXPERIMENT TURNS FOUL AT SKYLAR IND.
A recent explosion heard at the laboratories of Skylar Industries, has left much of the
suburbs close to the site in fear. Officials say that there is nothing to be afraid of. Word is that the
explosion is the result of a steam pipe overheating, spraying steam on combustibles. Skylar officials
say the mess is being contained and cleaned up. However, this does not explain the sound of gunfire
heard from the site. "It sounded like a war. Just a bunch of machine guns going off, people
screaming, all sorts of shit." said local resident, Howard Gilmore. That said, this reporter must
wonder, why would you need machine guns to contain a leak? However it is not my place to throw
accusations. But it does make you wonder.
"Who writes this shit."
"That would be Mr. Ron Lourden. He likes to write falsehoods about little things and
therefore blow them way out of proportion. Don't listen to him."
Murdoch acted like he listened, but really just filed away the info for later. He had better things
to think about. Like how to get his memory back.
"Mrs. McGuire, where is your bathroom?"
"Second floor, third door to your left."
Murdoch hadn't used the bathroom all day. And he didn't realize it until the tea.
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Lizzie and Gordo were looking in a catalogue for a gift for their best friend Miranda, when
they heard someone coming up the stairs. Assuming it was her mother, Lizzie walked over and
opened the door, midway through a sentence before realizing it was some boy who she had never
seen before. She immediately slammed the door, not realizing that was very bad behavior.
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Murdoch was not perturbed by the sudden strange behavior exhibited by the girl. I mean,
wouldn't you freak if some strange guy was walking in your house? I thought so. Murdoch simply
walked on to the bathroom and relieved himself. As he washed his hands, he took a handful of water
and splashed it on his face. Maybe that would spark something. Instead, it brought a copper smell to
his nose. It took a moment to place the smell, but once he did, the results were not what he was
expecting. Blood! He was smelling blood! The copper stench filled his nostrils. But where was it
coming from?! More importantly, how in the name of all that is both holy and unholy, could he
smell blood?! It didn't make sense!! But then again, certain things didn't make sense with him
involved. But still, this was too much!
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Lizzie came out of her bathroom, having just taken care of womanhood problems. God, she
hated periods. Nothing good came out of them. Except for Gordo being extra nice to her. That was
the only perk.
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Murdoch came out of the hall bathroom, the smell of blood still thick in his nasal cavity. He
sniffed the air, trying to find the origin. He traced it back to the room that girl had come out of. Does
that mean, that the blood he's smelling, is period blood?!
"Damn my luck. I can I smell when a girl is in heat."
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Right. Now that was messed up. Oh, well. Murdoch is mine to do with what I please, so let
him smell blood. But that's just the tip of the iceberg. Till next time... kikiki... mamama... kikiki...
mamama...
You know, I am one stupid idiot for pushing for reviews. But I do have an explanation. You
see, Murdoch has some really dangerous secrets. Secrets that could kill if they were discovered.
Also, this story tends to reverberate a story I did not long ago. Project: Exodus. However, 2 chapters
in, that story got really gory and perverted. As I wanted to avoid any backlash, I took it of the site.
This story will have somewhat graphic descriptions of death, and deal with some strange subjects.
And please don't blame me. The idea just came to me while I was listening to the song "Frenetic
Amnesic." As I heard the lyrics, it sounded like a good plot line. I just added some gusto near the
end. So if you still want to read this story, despite what I said, go ahead, I won't stop you. Just
remember, you have been WARNED!
Abuhin: As for the name Murdoch, I used to listen to a band called Gorillaz. They were a
cartoon band that had some good songs. I listen to them every now and then, but not as much as I
used to. Anyway, one of the cartoon characters in the band was named Murdoch. That Murdoch was
rather grungy, and was a devil worshiper. When I came up with the Murdoch here, that one came to
mind. Mind you, my Murdoch won't worship the devil. That's someone else. Also, did you actually
listen to the song, or did you just look up the lyrics. You should listen man. It's awesome.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Murdoch was silent the entire time he was in the car. It wasn't like he was trying to be rude
or anything. It was because he was trying to remember. He knew that this town was familiar but he
didn't know how. He wished something would spark inside his head.
"I know I've been here."
"Excuse me?"
"I've been here. I know it."
'He's delirious. He thinks he's been here before.' Jo thought. She started to pray that he
wasn't some psycho.
They pulled up to the house. Murdoch was looking at the house, thinking maybe that it held
something of his. They got out of the car and went in. The second he put a foot in, Murdoch was hit
with something. It flashed before his eyes in about a second. A grainy image of someone in a bio-
hazard suit carrying a bundle of something. It looked like clothes. But the sight was over before it
could be analyzed. Murdoch was holding his head like he had a headache.
Jo looked at him. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah. Headache."
"Well, let me get you some Tylenol." she went to the kitchen, leaving Murdoch to his
thoughts. Well, some of them anyway.
He swore this place was familiar. He couldn't quite place it, but he felt like he was home. He
looked around. The house was rather normal looking. Pictures of the family hung on the walls.
There was a spot where people put there shoes. A coat hanger. Normal everyday items. Nothing of
interest to him. He then spotted the basement door and felt some strange attraction to it. As if it held
all of his lost memories. He slowly walked over to it, placed a hand on the door...
"Would you like some tea?" came Jo's voice from the kitchen. This broke Murdoch from his
stupor.
"Yeah. Sure. That'll be fine." He started looking at the rest of the house. He eventually
figured that he might as well enjoy his stay.
Jo walked into the room with the drinks. "Here you are." "Thank you." Murdoch continued
to look at the house with an analytical eye.
"Umm, Mrs. McGuire. Could you tell me what all is around here?"
"Around here?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Well, let's see. There's lot's of interesting things here in Hillridge. There's the Digital Bean
near the square for starters."
"The Digital Bean?"
"Yeah. It's a place for kids your age to hang out and have fun. There's also the mall. And,
well, there's plenty of places to go. Just stay away from the lab."
Murdoch, who's attention had started to drift, snapped his head back to attention at the
mention of the lab.
"Lab?"
"Skylar industries. They have some secret underground laboratories on the outskirts of town.
The local kids and teenagers like to speculate that they make mutants or something. But I think that
they're just some military base or something along those lines."
"Are they're any pictures of it?"
At this, Jo looked at him with a quizzical look on her face. 'Why would he want to see a
picture of the lab?'
"Sure. I think there are some in today's paper. Hold on."
Murdoch cradled the tea he was offered. He waited nervously in the living room.
"Here you are." Jo came back into the room with a paper in her hands. Murdoch took the
paper from her and began to read the headline:
EXPERIMENT TURNS FOUL AT SKYLAR IND.
A recent explosion heard at the laboratories of Skylar Industries, has left much of the
suburbs close to the site in fear. Officials say that there is nothing to be afraid of. Word is that the
explosion is the result of a steam pipe overheating, spraying steam on combustibles. Skylar officials
say the mess is being contained and cleaned up. However, this does not explain the sound of gunfire
heard from the site. "It sounded like a war. Just a bunch of machine guns going off, people
screaming, all sorts of shit." said local resident, Howard Gilmore. That said, this reporter must
wonder, why would you need machine guns to contain a leak? However it is not my place to throw
accusations. But it does make you wonder.
"Who writes this shit."
"That would be Mr. Ron Lourden. He likes to write falsehoods about little things and
therefore blow them way out of proportion. Don't listen to him."
Murdoch acted like he listened, but really just filed away the info for later. He had better things
to think about. Like how to get his memory back.
"Mrs. McGuire, where is your bathroom?"
"Second floor, third door to your left."
Murdoch hadn't used the bathroom all day. And he didn't realize it until the tea.
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Lizzie and Gordo were looking in a catalogue for a gift for their best friend Miranda, when
they heard someone coming up the stairs. Assuming it was her mother, Lizzie walked over and
opened the door, midway through a sentence before realizing it was some boy who she had never
seen before. She immediately slammed the door, not realizing that was very bad behavior.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Murdoch was not perturbed by the sudden strange behavior exhibited by the girl. I mean,
wouldn't you freak if some strange guy was walking in your house? I thought so. Murdoch simply
walked on to the bathroom and relieved himself. As he washed his hands, he took a handful of water
and splashed it on his face. Maybe that would spark something. Instead, it brought a copper smell to
his nose. It took a moment to place the smell, but once he did, the results were not what he was
expecting. Blood! He was smelling blood! The copper stench filled his nostrils. But where was it
coming from?! More importantly, how in the name of all that is both holy and unholy, could he
smell blood?! It didn't make sense!! But then again, certain things didn't make sense with him
involved. But still, this was too much!
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Lizzie came out of her bathroom, having just taken care of womanhood problems. God, she
hated periods. Nothing good came out of them. Except for Gordo being extra nice to her. That was
the only perk.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Murdoch came out of the hall bathroom, the smell of blood still thick in his nasal cavity. He
sniffed the air, trying to find the origin. He traced it back to the room that girl had come out of. Does
that mean, that the blood he's smelling, is period blood?!
"Damn my luck. I can I smell when a girl is in heat."
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Right. Now that was messed up. Oh, well. Murdoch is mine to do with what I please, so let
him smell blood. But that's just the tip of the iceberg. Till next time... kikiki... mamama... kikiki...
mamama...