Project Exodus

The room fell silent as everyone held their breath, waiting for the infamous story of why X was exiled from Haven at the age of three. No one moved a muscle; it was as though the silence had a cold, still grip on each of them.

The silence was finally broken.

"Before I portray you the chronicles of why I was exiled, I must inform you on how I came to be. As you all can comprehend, I am not human as you are. My senses are superior, I can react instantaneously to things and I am more than one person."

Nothing but the footsteps outside and X's bloodcurdling voice was heard within the room.

"I was constructed in a test tube as a result of scientists with the intension of generating a living super weapon. Something they could utilize in war against their competitors that had the capability of annihilating anything and everything in the vicinity of it, if near its demise. They called the avocation Project Exodus. It was the one sure thing that would force their enemies away with out question. For the project, they had united human deoxyribonucleic acid with many different creatures' to see which would produce the paramount host for the weapon. The weapon had the nature of liquid metal yet it wasn't metal, and if treated amiss, would level two hundred square miles with just a teaspoon of it. Many of the experiments had not prevailed once liberated from their test tube abode. I was one of the few who had survived. Once I was awakened, I had found that my human side and my crossbred side were two individual beings. The further experiments that survived had the weapon injected into their blood stream, as did I. They injected it into our spinal chords right at the back of our neck." X lifted his right hand and pointed to the back of his neck where a scar three times the size of a ball-point pen tip was." I still endure the torture of the injection paralyzing me on occasion. Everyone but I had perished several hours following the injection. My deoxyribonucleic acid had some how fused with the weapon, creating the third person, Drakenok, that, monster. Though he is only dangerous when transformed, he is furthermore stronger than D or I."

Everyone was listening with amazement and wonder.

"How is this possible? I mean, how could your DNA fuse with the weapon?" Keira asked.

"The original creature they made me with was the Komodo Dragon. We have bacteria in our bodies that are extremely poisonous to other creatures but it doesn't effect us in any way possible and scientists still can't explain that. I don't know how or when my deoxyribonucleic acid fused with the weapon. I think it was during one of those experiments to see how well I could stand up to torture. They were electrifying me and I passed out. When I had woke, I had wings and Drakenok was part of me." He faced the floor and thought allowed to himself, "D could have taken control of the body at that time because when he or Drakenok takes control, I pass out. Or maybe they just increased the voltage to make me pass out then do more experiments to me while I was unconscious..."

"Uh, the story?" Daxter said, taking a step forward.

"Impatient rat." X had a low growl in the back of his throat as he glared at Daxter for interrupting him in the middle of his thoughts.

"Be nice X." Kleiver said.

X shifted uncomfortably on the bed, then he looked away from everyone. He had put his left hand on his forehead and was whispering to himself. He was talking like he was arguing with someone.

"Is there something wrong with him? I mean besides the fact that he was a science project made in a test tube." Daxter asked, looking at Kleiver.

"He's talking with one of the others in his head." Kleiver explained.

For about two minutes this feud with X and himself continued. Everyone waited patiently for him to resolve the matter, what ever it may be.

Finally, X looked up at Kleiver. His eyes had changed. Instead of the ice cold, nonhearted eyes of an assassin he once had a minute ago, he now had softer eyes. Although they were the same shade of gray as before, everyone could now tell that he had a sense of humanity in him, not like before. It wasn't like looking into the eyes of a creature they thought could never exist.

"Umm, X?" Kleiver said, taking a step forward

X looked at Kleiver with a confused expression. "My name's not X, it's D." His voice had changed as well; it was kinder and less aggressive.

"Darn it, he was just getting to the good part too." Daxter complained.

"Who are you and what are you talking about?" D asked.

"Are we going to have to do introductions for all three?" Keira asked.

"This here's Keira, Samos, Jak, and the little orange one there is Daxter." Kleiver explained.

"X was just about to tell us why he was exiled from Haven." Jak said.

"He was? I thought he said never to tell that to anyone. Hmm..."

"Do you know why?" Keira asked.

"Of course I do. It's not like they don't tell me what happens when it's their turn out."

"Well, will you tell us?" Kliever asked.

"Sorry, but X made me swear never to speak of it under any circumstances."

"I have a question," Samos said, "If you were exiled from Haven at the age of three, and you are currently twenty-eight, how can you, X or Drakenok remember everything that happened to you when you were first created?"

"First of all, if you experience the same thing we did, you would never forget it. And second," and for the first time, saw him smile while he said, "We have an extraordinarily photographic memory."

"Do you have any idea how the weapon fused with you?" Keira asked, felling odd asking the same person the same question for a second time.

"Not a clue. I have a question for you guys now. Why am I in bandages?"

"Well, either X or Drakenok must have done it but one of them saved a little girl from a sandstorm." Kleiver said.

"X is not the kind of person to save someone, he doesn't have the heart to do that so it must have been Drakenok."

"If he's a 'monster' as X said, why would he do something like that?" Keira questioned.

Everyone went silent as the question was left to stand unanswered.

Samos had a thought, "X told us your clothing is made from an almost extinct animal. Could you take us to where the animal lives so I could study it?"

"What, those weird looking cow things? There are tons of them where I live. Sure I'll take you there. We could go now."

D attempted to get off the bed and stand up but Kleiver stopped him, "D, you're really injured and last time X tried to stand, he had to sit back down on the bed. And trust me, I know how much pain that bugger can handle so if he had to sit back down, I wouldn't recommend you standing up.

"Okay, we could go later when my wounds have healed than." D said with a smile.

A/N: I thank everyone for reviewing! I have updated it so now it is longer and everyone gets to meet D! Yay! Anyway, I will try to get the next chapter done without having to deal with writer's block as I did in this chapter. I HATE WRITER'S BLOCK! Ciao!

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