Frenetic Amnesic
Well, hello again. I'm not going to ramble so I'll be brief. When we last left off, Murdoch was
learning more and more about himself, and Skylar was sending out to people by the names of Alpha
and Omega, their purpose being to locate their brother Exodus, whoever the hell that might be.
Well, enjoy!
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Murdoch didn't like the place. He was sitting in the examination room of a man who
claimed he could look at genes with just a single drop of blood. Murdoch had seen him on T.V. last
night. He had been flipping channels, trying to find something to watch. His favorite show, an anime
by the name of Inuyasha, wasn't on that night and he was quickly getting bored. He flipped to a
science channel and found the man- Dr. Smerdyakov- talking about our genes unlocking the secrets
of the universe and other crap that really didn't interest him. At least not until the man started
talking about looking at DNA and manipulating the strands. That caught Murdoch's attention. He
listened more and was delighted to hear that the good doctor was a resident of Hillridge.
So here he was. Waiting on the doctor to tell him the results of his blood-DNA test. And
right on cue, the short man came walking in rather exuberantly.
"Well, Mr. Murdoch. It appears we have one strange DNA sample from you." said the Doctor,
his Russian accent heavy.
"How?"
"Well, uh... Listen, have you seen The Fifth Element, with Bruce Willis?"
Luckily, that very movie was on just last night. "Yeah."
"Do you remember that part near the beginning, were they were looking at the DNA of the
girl?"
"Yeah. When they saw what it looked like."
"Well, you are not the same. Sorry. I always use that film as an excuse to play jokes on
people. Simple joke." He began laughing, only to choke it out as soon as he saw the look on
Murdoch's face.
"Anyway, while your DNA seems to look normal at first glance, but closer examination has
revealed that you have extra genes that were not there naturally."
"Doc, I have no idea what you just said. Could you translate that into English?"
"When someone is born, they are almost always born with the required genes, excluding
those who born wrong. You know, with birth defects. You however, were born with extra genes.
More specifically, you were born with genes that were somehow tampered with. So now simple
things, like running, have been increased to dramatic levels. You said that you could smell blood,
right.?"
A nod.
"Well, that is one example of tampered genes. Increased sensitivity in the nasal cavity.
Murdoch, I suggest you go home and you keep a close watch on yourself. Abilities like this can be
useful. But at the same time, they can be destructive."
"How do you know?"
"Boy, don't you ever read comics?!"
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Murdoch went back to the house and decided to speak with someone at the college about all
this tomorrow. He had heard about a rather smart person who could hack into any computer. He
thought maybe he could get some answers from an online dictionary that only those super Geeks
would have. Perhaps he could find something about all this that would make some sense. He would
just have to wait and find out.
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Lizzie came home from her date with Gordo that night, walking on air. Every moment she
was with him was intoxicating. Almost like a drug. She couldn't stand to be away from him for very
long, so they were going to meet at Miranda's house and stay the night. Maybe even have a little
private romance time! At a quarter till one, she was still up just waiting for Gordo to pick her up.
Right on cue, Gordo's Nissan turned the corner and parked in front of her house, waiting for it's new
passenger. Lizzie climbed out the window, down her roof and ran to the car. She hopped in and
proceeded to lay as many kisses on her boyfriend as she could while holding her breath.
"I see someone missed me during our short time apart." said Gordo, while gasping for air.
"You have no idea. Come on, let's g--" she stopped speaking as she looked at her front door.
It had opened.
"Get down!" she yelled. They were bending over in their seats, praying that they were not
busted. Lizzie peeked over the dashboard of the car and was surprised.
"What the hell!"
"What?"
"What's Murdoch doing?"
Sure enough, the mystery door opener was none other than Murdoch. He had on dark clothes
and strapped onto his back was the katana he had when he was found. He looked like he was sick.
His eyes seemed gaunt and empty of life. Almost white. And strangely, his hair had seemd to take on
a slightly darker tint if that was possible with his raven black hair. It seemed to have a reddish tint.
"Where could he be going at this time of night?" asked Lizzie.
"Maybe he's just getting some fresh air?"
"Why would he be getting fresh air with a sword?"
"Katana." corrected Gordo.
"Whatever. The point is that he is not getting fresh air. Let's follow him."
"Lizzie, no. We have got to get over to Miranda's. Besides, he can probably take care of
himself. I mean, he wouldn't own a katana blade if he didn't know how to use it, right?"
Lizzie thought about this and figured she would just go to Miranda's like planned and then
question him in the morning.
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The next day.
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Murdoch had a splitting headache. He wasn't sure how he got it. He doesn't remember much
about last night. In fact, he doesn't remember wearing these clothes last night. Oh well. He didn't
really care, right? And yet, something was nagging at him from the back of his mind. He quickly
looked in the closet full of clothes that Mrs. McGuire bought him last week, changed into a outfit
that best suited him. Black pants, an Element skate shirt, and a skull and crossbones belt buckle. The
pants were a little big and he didn't like to have baggy pants. Which is why he bought the belt
buckle. He went upstairs for some breakfast to find the family gathered at the kitchen counter staring
at the t.v. Murdoch went over and started watching himself, curious as to what could grab their
attention so well. He soon found out.
"Our top story today: Martial law has been declared on Hillridge by the military clean-up
team of Skylar labs. Much speculation has been flown around as to why they have taken up
residence in our town. Here with us in the studio, is Ron Lourden, a reporter from the Hillridge
Handle, who has been covering the incident at Skylar labs, for about three weeks now. What are
your thoughts on all of this Mr. Lourden?"
"Please, call me Ron."
"Okay. What are your thoughts on all this, Ron?"
"Well, for one I think this whole Martial law thing stretches all the way back to the incident.
You see, it is my personal belief, and the same goes with others, that the incident was not the work
of steam blowing up chemicals or some phony-balony crap like that. I believe that something larger
is going on. In fact, I have it from a reliable source, that Skylar labs. was working on a very big
project. However, something went wrong and now an experiment from that project is missing.
Therefore, Skylar sent it's military team to find the experiment and retrieve it with very little
problems."
"What do you think the experiment might be?"
"Who knows? Could be a stolen weapon or an animal that was accidently sprayed with some
toxin and is being searched for. But whatever it is, it sure has Skylar scared."
"Thank you for your insight."
"My pleasure."
"In other news, a massacre was found in an alley in the back of a club. Police were baffled as
to who or what could have caused the bloodbath, but they are sure that whoever did it, was using a
sword of some kind that was sharp enough to cut through steel. Police chief Sam White states that
the weapon was capable of cutting through bone like a shovel through dirt. We'll have more news
on these two events as they develop."
"Nice analogy." said Murdoch. The family jumped. They had no idea that he was standing
there that entire time. They quickly went back to whatever they were doing before hand, trying to
act normal and uninterested in the news. But Murdoch could tell, by the smell they were all giving
off, that they were afraid of what was unfolding. He could sympathize.
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Well, hope you enjoyed that. It was a bitch to write. I'll explain further about the massacre
and the Martial law in the next chapter. Till then... kikiki... mamama... kikiki... mamama...
Well, hello again. I'm not going to ramble so I'll be brief. When we last left off, Murdoch was
learning more and more about himself, and Skylar was sending out to people by the names of Alpha
and Omega, their purpose being to locate their brother Exodus, whoever the hell that might be.
Well, enjoy!
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Murdoch didn't like the place. He was sitting in the examination room of a man who
claimed he could look at genes with just a single drop of blood. Murdoch had seen him on T.V. last
night. He had been flipping channels, trying to find something to watch. His favorite show, an anime
by the name of Inuyasha, wasn't on that night and he was quickly getting bored. He flipped to a
science channel and found the man- Dr. Smerdyakov- talking about our genes unlocking the secrets
of the universe and other crap that really didn't interest him. At least not until the man started
talking about looking at DNA and manipulating the strands. That caught Murdoch's attention. He
listened more and was delighted to hear that the good doctor was a resident of Hillridge.
So here he was. Waiting on the doctor to tell him the results of his blood-DNA test. And
right on cue, the short man came walking in rather exuberantly.
"Well, Mr. Murdoch. It appears we have one strange DNA sample from you." said the Doctor,
his Russian accent heavy.
"How?"
"Well, uh... Listen, have you seen The Fifth Element, with Bruce Willis?"
Luckily, that very movie was on just last night. "Yeah."
"Do you remember that part near the beginning, were they were looking at the DNA of the
girl?"
"Yeah. When they saw what it looked like."
"Well, you are not the same. Sorry. I always use that film as an excuse to play jokes on
people. Simple joke." He began laughing, only to choke it out as soon as he saw the look on
Murdoch's face.
"Anyway, while your DNA seems to look normal at first glance, but closer examination has
revealed that you have extra genes that were not there naturally."
"Doc, I have no idea what you just said. Could you translate that into English?"
"When someone is born, they are almost always born with the required genes, excluding
those who born wrong. You know, with birth defects. You however, were born with extra genes.
More specifically, you were born with genes that were somehow tampered with. So now simple
things, like running, have been increased to dramatic levels. You said that you could smell blood,
right.?"
A nod.
"Well, that is one example of tampered genes. Increased sensitivity in the nasal cavity.
Murdoch, I suggest you go home and you keep a close watch on yourself. Abilities like this can be
useful. But at the same time, they can be destructive."
"How do you know?"
"Boy, don't you ever read comics?!"
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Murdoch went back to the house and decided to speak with someone at the college about all
this tomorrow. He had heard about a rather smart person who could hack into any computer. He
thought maybe he could get some answers from an online dictionary that only those super Geeks
would have. Perhaps he could find something about all this that would make some sense. He would
just have to wait and find out.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Lizzie came home from her date with Gordo that night, walking on air. Every moment she
was with him was intoxicating. Almost like a drug. She couldn't stand to be away from him for very
long, so they were going to meet at Miranda's house and stay the night. Maybe even have a little
private romance time! At a quarter till one, she was still up just waiting for Gordo to pick her up.
Right on cue, Gordo's Nissan turned the corner and parked in front of her house, waiting for it's new
passenger. Lizzie climbed out the window, down her roof and ran to the car. She hopped in and
proceeded to lay as many kisses on her boyfriend as she could while holding her breath.
"I see someone missed me during our short time apart." said Gordo, while gasping for air.
"You have no idea. Come on, let's g--" she stopped speaking as she looked at her front door.
It had opened.
"Get down!" she yelled. They were bending over in their seats, praying that they were not
busted. Lizzie peeked over the dashboard of the car and was surprised.
"What the hell!"
"What?"
"What's Murdoch doing?"
Sure enough, the mystery door opener was none other than Murdoch. He had on dark clothes
and strapped onto his back was the katana he had when he was found. He looked like he was sick.
His eyes seemed gaunt and empty of life. Almost white. And strangely, his hair had seemd to take on
a slightly darker tint if that was possible with his raven black hair. It seemed to have a reddish tint.
"Where could he be going at this time of night?" asked Lizzie.
"Maybe he's just getting some fresh air?"
"Why would he be getting fresh air with a sword?"
"Katana." corrected Gordo.
"Whatever. The point is that he is not getting fresh air. Let's follow him."
"Lizzie, no. We have got to get over to Miranda's. Besides, he can probably take care of
himself. I mean, he wouldn't own a katana blade if he didn't know how to use it, right?"
Lizzie thought about this and figured she would just go to Miranda's like planned and then
question him in the morning.
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The next day.
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Murdoch had a splitting headache. He wasn't sure how he got it. He doesn't remember much
about last night. In fact, he doesn't remember wearing these clothes last night. Oh well. He didn't
really care, right? And yet, something was nagging at him from the back of his mind. He quickly
looked in the closet full of clothes that Mrs. McGuire bought him last week, changed into a outfit
that best suited him. Black pants, an Element skate shirt, and a skull and crossbones belt buckle. The
pants were a little big and he didn't like to have baggy pants. Which is why he bought the belt
buckle. He went upstairs for some breakfast to find the family gathered at the kitchen counter staring
at the t.v. Murdoch went over and started watching himself, curious as to what could grab their
attention so well. He soon found out.
"Our top story today: Martial law has been declared on Hillridge by the military clean-up
team of Skylar labs. Much speculation has been flown around as to why they have taken up
residence in our town. Here with us in the studio, is Ron Lourden, a reporter from the Hillridge
Handle, who has been covering the incident at Skylar labs, for about three weeks now. What are
your thoughts on all of this Mr. Lourden?"
"Please, call me Ron."
"Okay. What are your thoughts on all this, Ron?"
"Well, for one I think this whole Martial law thing stretches all the way back to the incident.
You see, it is my personal belief, and the same goes with others, that the incident was not the work
of steam blowing up chemicals or some phony-balony crap like that. I believe that something larger
is going on. In fact, I have it from a reliable source, that Skylar labs. was working on a very big
project. However, something went wrong and now an experiment from that project is missing.
Therefore, Skylar sent it's military team to find the experiment and retrieve it with very little
problems."
"What do you think the experiment might be?"
"Who knows? Could be a stolen weapon or an animal that was accidently sprayed with some
toxin and is being searched for. But whatever it is, it sure has Skylar scared."
"Thank you for your insight."
"My pleasure."
"In other news, a massacre was found in an alley in the back of a club. Police were baffled as
to who or what could have caused the bloodbath, but they are sure that whoever did it, was using a
sword of some kind that was sharp enough to cut through steel. Police chief Sam White states that
the weapon was capable of cutting through bone like a shovel through dirt. We'll have more news
on these two events as they develop."
"Nice analogy." said Murdoch. The family jumped. They had no idea that he was standing
there that entire time. They quickly went back to whatever they were doing before hand, trying to
act normal and uninterested in the news. But Murdoch could tell, by the smell they were all giving
off, that they were afraid of what was unfolding. He could sympathize.
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Well, hope you enjoyed that. It was a bitch to write. I'll explain further about the massacre
and the Martial law in the next chapter. Till then... kikiki... mamama... kikiki... mamama...