Frenetic Amnesic
Oh, I hate not updating like I should. When was my last update? Too long ago. But this is
only going to be a temporary write. I will be away from any computer for a whole month. So don't
expect any updates for the month of June. Sorry. I'll try to get as much up as I can before then, but I
can't promise anything.
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Ron Lourden was sitting in his office at the Hillridge Handle, the town newspaper. He had
been covering the incident at Skylar Labs for about 3 weeks now, but so far, he didn't have any new
material. Those assholes were keeping the whole thing locked up tight. They only said that the
situation was under control and not to worry. Ron, always desperate for a story, decided to check up
on an old friend who owed him a favor...
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Murdoch had been staying in the basement of the McGuire house for 3 weeks. They had
converted it into a guest room a long time before then, but it was never used before now. He liked it.
It certainly felt right to him. He got up off the couch were he had been watching t.v. and walked over
to the writing table where a single notebook laid. The book was a gift to him from Mrs. McGuire, a
journal. She said that if he wrote in the book and described things, something might just spark his
memories. He didn't really think that would work, but as he was desperate, he wrote like a madman.
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Day 23:
I have been discovering things about my self every day. When I first came to this
house, I was surprised to discover that I could actually smell blood. At first, it reeked. It would fill
my nose with the worst smell. I would often retch into the toilet if I was near a large amount of it.
But lately, the smell hasn't been as overpowering. I also discovered that I have an unusually
accurate sense of placement. I can tell where everyone in the house is by simple methods. Footsteps,
smells, heat displacement. After some experiments involving some rather simple methods, I am
convinced that I am far different from anyone in this house. Or even in this world. For one, I am
extremely smart. Yesterday, Mrs. McGuire was balancing her checkbook. As I walked by, I looked
over her shoulder and noticed automatically that she was off by quite a bit. She soon walked away to
tend to a fight between her children. While she was gone, I quickly made the needed changes and got
away before she came back.
Among increased intelligence, I am also faster, stronger, and stealthier, than any normal
human being.
I am going to test my self further. I have decided to go to a scientist who is skilled in genes. I
have a sneaking suspicion that my skills are connected to my very DNA.
Well, as the British Air Force say: Who dares, wins.
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Murdoch finished his journal entry and closed the book. He had every intention of getting to
the bottom of this.
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At Skylar labs...
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The soldier walked down the hall. He had been through every kind of event you could think
of. He had training in all sorts of problems. He was a hardened soldier. And yet he was still quaking
with fear. It had been 3 weeks since the incident where one of Skylar's experiments had escaped.
And not just some medicine or some crap like that. The soldier of the future. His very retirement
plan. He knocked on the door of the man in charge of this whole thing.
"Come in."
"Sir, we are still unsuccessful at locating Exodus. My men have searched the entire area and
are moving into the nearby town of Hillridge. We expect to find him there."
"Colonel Kramer, I am growing tired of your plan. You have looked and are still unable to
locate my experiment. So this time, you are to take Exodus' brothers along with you.
"Alpha and Omega? Sir, they are still uncontrollable. Alpha still won't respond well, and
Omega still depends on that armor in order to live, much less even breathe. My men are more than
capable of--"
"Of ruining everything. You will take Alpha and Omega. If you can't find Exodus, they
will."
Colonel Kramer knew that their was no way of arguing. He turned and left in a bit of a huff.
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Huh? Alpha and Omega? Exodus? What the hell is going on?! You'll just have to come
back and find out! Till next time... kikiki... mamama... kikiki... mamama...
Oh, I hate not updating like I should. When was my last update? Too long ago. But this is
only going to be a temporary write. I will be away from any computer for a whole month. So don't
expect any updates for the month of June. Sorry. I'll try to get as much up as I can before then, but I
can't promise anything.
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Ron Lourden was sitting in his office at the Hillridge Handle, the town newspaper. He had
been covering the incident at Skylar Labs for about 3 weeks now, but so far, he didn't have any new
material. Those assholes were keeping the whole thing locked up tight. They only said that the
situation was under control and not to worry. Ron, always desperate for a story, decided to check up
on an old friend who owed him a favor...
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Murdoch had been staying in the basement of the McGuire house for 3 weeks. They had
converted it into a guest room a long time before then, but it was never used before now. He liked it.
It certainly felt right to him. He got up off the couch were he had been watching t.v. and walked over
to the writing table where a single notebook laid. The book was a gift to him from Mrs. McGuire, a
journal. She said that if he wrote in the book and described things, something might just spark his
memories. He didn't really think that would work, but as he was desperate, he wrote like a madman.
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Day 23:
I have been discovering things about my self every day. When I first came to this
house, I was surprised to discover that I could actually smell blood. At first, it reeked. It would fill
my nose with the worst smell. I would often retch into the toilet if I was near a large amount of it.
But lately, the smell hasn't been as overpowering. I also discovered that I have an unusually
accurate sense of placement. I can tell where everyone in the house is by simple methods. Footsteps,
smells, heat displacement. After some experiments involving some rather simple methods, I am
convinced that I am far different from anyone in this house. Or even in this world. For one, I am
extremely smart. Yesterday, Mrs. McGuire was balancing her checkbook. As I walked by, I looked
over her shoulder and noticed automatically that she was off by quite a bit. She soon walked away to
tend to a fight between her children. While she was gone, I quickly made the needed changes and got
away before she came back.
Among increased intelligence, I am also faster, stronger, and stealthier, than any normal
human being.
I am going to test my self further. I have decided to go to a scientist who is skilled in genes. I
have a sneaking suspicion that my skills are connected to my very DNA.
Well, as the British Air Force say: Who dares, wins.
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Murdoch finished his journal entry and closed the book. He had every intention of getting to
the bottom of this.
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At Skylar labs...
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The soldier walked down the hall. He had been through every kind of event you could think
of. He had training in all sorts of problems. He was a hardened soldier. And yet he was still quaking
with fear. It had been 3 weeks since the incident where one of Skylar's experiments had escaped.
And not just some medicine or some crap like that. The soldier of the future. His very retirement
plan. He knocked on the door of the man in charge of this whole thing.
"Come in."
"Sir, we are still unsuccessful at locating Exodus. My men have searched the entire area and
are moving into the nearby town of Hillridge. We expect to find him there."
"Colonel Kramer, I am growing tired of your plan. You have looked and are still unable to
locate my experiment. So this time, you are to take Exodus' brothers along with you.
"Alpha and Omega? Sir, they are still uncontrollable. Alpha still won't respond well, and
Omega still depends on that armor in order to live, much less even breathe. My men are more than
capable of--"
"Of ruining everything. You will take Alpha and Omega. If you can't find Exodus, they
will."
Colonel Kramer knew that their was no way of arguing. He turned and left in a bit of a huff.
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Huh? Alpha and Omega? Exodus? What the hell is going on?! You'll just have to come
back and find out! Till next time... kikiki... mamama... kikiki... mamama...