Audacity chapter 2.
*hey people guess what, I actually managed to get a decent amount of sleep before writing this so I suspect this chapter will be of much higher quality and length. Also a bit of information you might find interesting: I do not type with my hands, I type with a program called Dragon NaturallySpeaking. It allows me to say the words I wish to have put on paper, and then have those words transferred into text. So if you notice any random out of place words or things like that is probably because I tend to ramble. Despite the fact it can occasionally (once every 100 words or so) be inaccurate, I still find it vastly superior- it took me less than 12 seconds write this paragraph.*
It's an odd feeling waking up with your eyes completely closed; I shifted off of my side onto my back in order to stretch out. As I did this I couldn't help but notice the size of the bed was drastically larger than I was used to. I opened my eyes only to view an unfamiliar ceiling. I sat up slowly and cautiously, surveying the room. There is a desk with a computer on it- charger plugged in the wall connected to said computer. In front of said desk was a chair with a backrest that had two supports going straight up in a heart like fashion before curving into the top.
I turned my head to the right seeing as my bed, scratch that the bed I woke up on, was against the wall on the left side. Directly beside the head of the bed, with about a foot of distance between it, was a dresser with five drawers on it I noticed. Past that was a closet, contents being unknown to me for the time being. Before the closet was a center table with a chess set as well as what appeared to be some sort of rectangular object and a gun.
Immediately my mind went into a sort of protective self-preservation mode. I was prompted to get up and acquire said firearm. As I walked across the floor there were no squeaks, creaks or other noises from it, signifying either a brand-new establishment or a very well made one, possibly both noted as I picked up the firearm. I turned it side to side in an attempt to garner information on what model it was.
"Beretta 92G Elite…" I said as I clicked the magazine release button on the foremost part of the grip next to where the thumb should rest. Ejecting the magazine, I noticed it was loaded, and due to the fact that the safety was on, I automatically assumed there was a round in the chamber. With gun in hand I angled around the table and opened the closet. Inside the closet were several pairs of, I daresay, almost fancy uniforms, gold lining abundant throughout the front end of it.
To the far right end of the closet sat many pairs of black pants, and to the far left of the closet hung an equally abundant group of undershirts- all of which being white.
I knelt down after noticing a drawer at the bottom of the closet; opening it revealed that it was simply empty and devoid of anything I might consider interesting. Standing back up I pushed aside all the garments that were hung inside the closet revealing a mirror. I viewed the reflection of a young man no older than 18, with black hair, sharp features and almost startling purple eyes. Due to the shirt I was wearing, I also noticed that he did not appear to be in particularly good physical health along the lines of muscle mass.
Instead of being startled I couldn't help but feel numb. I knew for a fact my appearance had changed, I was in unfamiliar territory, a unfamiliar room. And the worst of it all… I couldn't remember a single thing, not my name, my age, or even my original appearance.
"Who the fuck am I…" I stumbled back into a previously unnoticed couch. Landing softly I put the gun down on the cushion next to me, place my elbows on my knees and held my head. Trying desperately to acquire useful information, I try to pull every memory I have: all I could remember is the vague image of a tall gray creature spouting some nonsense about me being his entertainment, then of all things punching me.
Okay that's one memory, great only couple billion more to go. Knowledge, basic information, passwords, numbers and education. All of these things I still retained, but for the life of me I could not even begin to imagine where, when or how I had acquired any of this. My right hand inched over to the gun. I felt strangely drawn to it, knowing specifically what calibre it was, how many rounds to a magazine and how many magazines I owned.
" 9 mm, 17 round magazine, recoil operated loading system, and I only have one magazine apparently. " Noticing the odd attraction I had to said firearm I quickly stood back up and attempt to find more objects that I was attracted to and might garner information and memories from. Looking at the table that had given me the firearm, I moved over to in one step to pick up the rectangular object. While holding it the object unfolded, revealing in fact it was a butterfly knife.
Looking at both sides of the blade I noticed that it said '440 stainless steel, made in USA'… those three letters, all capitalized, threatened to bring back a flood of memories. I didn't shirk away even when my head started to hurt thinking about it. No, in fact I implored it to go further. After almost 2 minutes of enduring the painful thought process I gave up temporarily to continue my search about the room. I opened all four drawers in the dresser near the bed starting from the bottom up.
Bottom drawer: nothing but socks and underwear. Next-door up: a series of personal clothes clearly not like the monotonous almost fancy type uniforms in the closet. I admitted I like the taste in them better, but it appeared the uniforms were worn more frequently due to the fact that there were more of them.
Third drawer: a series of white and black undershirts consisting of mostly tank tops. Fourth drawer: ordinary blue jeans, about 10 pairs accounted in all.
Second drawer: some gloves, an old baseball cap, and a folded piece of leather I determined was a wallet. Picking up the wallet I unfolded it, eyes immediately going to the ID card. The picture was an exact replica of the face I saw in the mirror
The face I currently wear… I noted dryly. I then read 'Lelouch Lamperouge, age 17, eye color purple, height 5 10 ½", weight 120 pounds'. The rest of the information on the card were just numbers signifying area codes or the dates when the card was given and will expire. However there was one bit of information on the card that I completely did not understand but sounded very familiar
"KMF class D license" I shrugged .
"Whatever the fuck that is." Holding the wallet in the same hand of those holding the gun I strolled over to the desk, opening all the drawers but only finding school supplies paper another such office-like paraphernalia. I pulled the chair out and sat, placing the firearm and the wallet down next to each other to my right.
I opened the computer, the power appeared to be on… then my suspicions were quickly proven true as it only took a brief moment after the screen was shown to the world for to flash of quick blue to appear, prompting me to enter a password. I typed in 'password' being the complete dumbass I am when it comes to these types of things- I actually expected it to work for a brief moment. I was quickly disappointed when it said wrong password and prompted me again. I then ventured another password,
"…" it was the wrong password.
"Fuck!... I'm out of ideas." using the touchpad on the laptop I scrolled the mouse down to click on the 'forgot your password' section. It then provided me with a hint, 'second favorite fictional character'. And like a brick that was super glued to three more bricks, it hit me. The image of a man in a black trench coat, and a white mask with a purple lightning bolt down the right eye. I smiled and said out loud while I typed
"Li Shengshun… " The screen lit up to a desktop that I immediately recognized as a Windows 7 format. There were several shortcuts, many of which were to folders, but what I found most intriguing was the background image, that of which, much like the ID card in the wallet, held an exact duplicate of my current body, thin arm outstretched clutching the air as if he was holding the world, left eye alight with birdlike Sigel.
My left hand drifted up to my left eye as I felt the area around it and thought how strange it was that his eye was alight with red, scratch that my eye apparently. As I thought about what this might be, I felt an odd clicking like sensation in my left eye. I stared at the screen, shifting the focus of my eyes so I could use it almost as a mirror- there was a red glow. Despite the fact it was faint, it was still noticeable.
Another memory forced its way into my mind.
"Geass… The power of the king's." I slammed my fist on the desk in frustration, in agony, and in confusion.
"WHAT the FUCK IS HAPPENING!" I screamed upwards into the air, not expecting an answer. My heart, racing from frustration and the rush of screaming along with my fist still aching from the impact, was quickly calmed by the fact I still didn't know enough to conclude this is necessarily a bad situation. Taking several deep breaths I attempted to compose myself and succeeded for the most part.
I clicked through the computer, searching every bit of its contents I could get my hands on, figuratively of course. I managed to find the user profile and login page, I noticed the name on it was Christopher Matthews .
"Now what would someone else's computer be doing in the supposed Lelouch Lamperouge's room." Putting that question off the time being, I continued to shift through the folders both on the desktop and in the inner files. I stumbled across the media section, opening it up there were a few folders labeled as, videos, pictures, music. I double-clicked the pictures hoping to find some information on the original owner of the computer.
Opening the file proved to be useless as it turned out to be completely empty; shifting over to the videos I double-clicked that folder as well. Inside was apparently only one file, the date on the file was 10/15/10. Clicking the video file Windows media player immediately came up and produced a video that began playing automatically.
What the screen showed me was intriguing, a young man sitting in a wooden revolving chair, with brown hair, Green eyes, and wide shoulders. Young man fiddled with the keyboard and touchpad for a while. From the view of the camera I determined that the video was being taken by the Webcam more than likely on this very same computer, the young man proceeded to lean in close towards the camera and tap it several times while saying.
"Testing testing 123… this computer is so sweet, it has all the qualifications and specifications I require." The young man said while smiling slyly. The video abruptly ended, not surprising seeing as it was only a test of the computers Webcam. This information however was not enough to satisfy me. I grew more and more frustrated as I found out this computer apparently was rather new and held very little personal information.
I closed the laptop gently and sighed in resignation. Standing up, but leaving the firearm on the desk, I now looked down at myself realizing I was wearing pajamas and might as well change into something else. Seeing as I was this Lelouch person, physically at least, I might as well change into something that he would wear, if not to just get out of my pajamas.
Strolling back over to the closet I had previously raided (and failed to close I noticed with a slight bit of irritation), I dressed myself using the three main articles of clothing that were present in the closet. Struggling with some of the buttons for the jacket part of the outfit, I looked up and into the mirror. The red glow on my left eye was very noticeable to me.
"Absolute obedience…" there it is again, information without memories. Maybe I have some sort of short or long term memory problem that causes me to forget who I am and where I am for long or short periods of time? No no, if that were the case myself or someone else would have prepared for that inevitability and left something here that would've told me who I am, instead of forcing me to ransack the room for information.
A defeated sigh left my lips as I reached over and replaced the hangers to their original position in the closet, despite their emptied state, then actually shutting the closet this time. Checking to make sure I was smart enough to close the drawers, I proceeded back to the desk, picking up the firearm and placing it inside the ever so convenient chest pocket of the jacket part of the uniform.
I certainly like that part of this outfit…I thought absently as I double checked to make sure it was secure and would not fall out. Grabbing the wallet, my wallet now that I think about it, I flipped through it one last time, quickly making sure I didn't miss anything. Other than two credit cards and some sort of passkey, along with $200 it provided no more information. I smiled almost evilly.
Money and information shouldn't be too much problem with this power of mine, although I don't know the restrictions precisely I'm sure I can find them out with a few field tests.
Slipping on and tying off the shoes I found at the foot of the bed, I proceeded towards one of the two doors in the room. My hand hesitated over the lever, the unknown awaiting me behind the door made me want to simply turn around and lay back down in the bed, hoping to wake up proving that this is in fact just a nightmare. With such an option being incredibly unlikely, even more so than my current predicament, I opened the door and walked out straight into a bathroom. The corner of my mouth twitched slightly.
"To think I was afraid of walking into my own bathroom…" Now walking to the other side the room, I opened the other door to find a hallway. I walked down the hallway made of almost ornate hardwood flooring lined with white molding and white walls similar to the ones in the room I had just left. I came into a dining room area. Walking into both unannounced and shamelessly I noticed a young girl in a large wheelchair whose eyes were closed and whose hair was a sandy blond color.
"Oh hello big brother, I almost didn't hear you come in. Will you be having breakfast with me this morning?" the young girl asked in an almost hopeful tone. I froze completely, at a loss of what to say or what to do: this girl clearly knew the original owner of this body personally. It then hit me, she said big brother meaning we're related. Obviously realizing this is a situation that was currently too dangerous for my circle of knowledge to handle, I opted for a way out.
"Sorry no… I have some stuff I need to make up for elsewhere." The vagueness of this excuse/lie left it so wide open I hoped she would interpret it with something the original owner of this body would need to do normally. The girl smiled gently.
"Someone finally caught you skipping class didn't they?" taking the hint and the way out, I quickly recovered and produced a coherent and hopefully believable response.
"yeah I got to make up for some of it early in the morning…" trailing off, trying not to say any more than necessary, knowing that it might punch holes in my excuse/lie.
"Then you better get to it, it'd be nice to know my big brother is taking his studies more seriously." Her words placed with kindness the likes of which I've never seen before.
"Of course." Was my only response as I quickly made my way out of the room to continue down the hall in an attempt to find an exit.
Okay I have acquired more information; I apparently have a sibling and attend classes somewhere. Only I need to find out where these classes are, then maybe pull up personal records on myself. That shouldn't be too hard as long as I Geass everyone I see and pump them for information. But before I do that, I need to find some less than willing test subjects… I need to know the specs of this… power. I should start out with how many times I can use it on the same person, then find out if multiple commands can be issued at the same time. Then I should find out how complex I can make these commands and have them still work.
But I'm going to have to wait and see how long this power lasts once cast upon an individual. Then again, who's to say it can't be used on more than one person at the exact same time… This is probably going to try my patience.
I managed to reach a large double door at the bottom of staircase, swinging outwards as I walked through them. The light blinded me for a brief moment so I squinted and put my hand in front of my face. Walking up the steps towards the doors I just exited through was a rather curvaceous blonde who took note of me, waved, then said cheerfully.
"Morning Lelouch." I hesitated briefly knowing that this was probably the best time to begin the test of my power. Taking note that it was still on, and that I should probably find a way to turn it off at will, I sighed and started with the bluntest and foremost charging method I could think of.
{"Obey me."} I said as the power flew between me into her. Her shoulders seized up and she abruptly stopped walking. Is that a good sign? I thought slightly worried. "Come here and stand directly in front of me." I ordered. Woman complied accomplishing the task almost robotically.
The best way to confirm that she's completely under my control would be…I blushed but smiled at the certainty of the results it would produce. Hoping to God that the power was working as I thought it was so I would not be slapped, I proceeded to say "flash me…" Cringing inwardly as the words left my mouth.
{"understood"} the woman said with a flat tone as she reached down with both hands to lift her skirt revealing black laced panties covering her very appealing private areas. My blush intensified regardless of my wicked grin.
"Enough" she complied by dropping her skirt. "Tell me everything you know about me." Little did I know that the conversation to follow would last well over an hour. For it revealed more information than I could've ever imagined.