There are many ways people make their wealth in this world. One can work hard on their own to earn their keep. Another way is to work with and help others. If either method becomes too much work though, there are those who simply feed off of others misery. Sadly, in this world, there are far too many who take from those in need. Project Origin is an example of such an act. A program involving the experimentation of individuals with psychic abilities. One specimen in particular has truly caught the attention of the scientists involved.
Referred to as Subject #7, Alma Wade is the most remarkable of the test subjects to end up in the program. Those running the program want to use her to spawn a generation of super soldiers. Currently though, she is quite young, and a very unstable individual. Everyone who has had contact with her has likely gone insane from her playing "mind games". To prevent her from causing too much damage, it is planned for her to be locked into a vault. That way when the time comes, the scientists would be able to forcefully have her procreate. At the very moment, she is being interviewed by a Dr. Green.
"Oh god! Oh god! Get her out of there!" said a scientist watching live camera footage of another room.
A computer monitor showed a little girl in a red, dirty dress skipping and dancing around a woman who was in a state of pain and insanity. One could hear a mixture of giggling and screaming from the audio.
"Please! Get me the hell out of here!" the woman inside the room screamed. She was curled up in the fetal position as the little girl stopped in front of her.
Two security guards ran towards the room armed with tasers. They got by the interrogation room when a strange noise could be heard from inside.
"What the hell is that growling?" One of the guards asked the other.
"The fuck I know! Let's get in!" the other guard said as he opened the door with a key-chip and a hand scan.
When the door opened, they saw a weird sight. A female figure that looked like it had its skin torn off, ripping out a camera. It screamed like a woman mixed with a crocodile. The figure then lunged towards the security guards, who proceeded to use their tasers. After it fell to the ground, one of the guards entered through the door. Looking all around, the guard saw nothing but the broken camera, and the twitching creature.
The guard reached for his radio, and spoke into it. "I don't see the girl here. Are you sure this is the room? All I see is some freaky shit that looks like a woman!"
"She's in there you moron! The heat signature readings tell me that she's to your left!" the scientist shouted.
Looking to his left, the guard saw nothing, and told the scientist, "There's…", before a burst of air shattered his nose and rib cage. The burst sent him flying towards the wall so hard, the back of his head started bleeding everywhere as his body fell to the floor.
"Bleu…? Bleu?! What the fuck?!" the guard whispered as he started to shake from fear.
"Who are they?" said a strange voice.
"The hell?! Who's there?!" the guard asked with anger in his tone.
The radio on the fallen guard's chest starting getting a little static before the could be heard. "There's... what? What do you see, you fucking grunt?!"
The one guard who was on his feet attempted to retrieve the radio, but was stopped by a random, distorted figure that appeared before him. "What the fuck?", he said under his breath.
It formed into a little boy in a white shirt and khaki shorts. The guard lowered his weapon, as the boy looked familiar. "Uncle Tom? Is that you?" the boy asked in a dark voice.
"No way. Bruce?" the guard said with a mixture of confusion and grief.
"Do you remember the things you told me? That I was going to be good at soccer? That I was smart, and brave? That I was going to live through that cancer?" the boy said with each word sounding more terrifying than the last.
"I tried to do what I could."
"Oh really?!" a dark, female's voice said from behind him.
The guard turned around to see a tall, blonde woman in an office dress. He was scared so much by her face, the guard could only mutter, "Alex…?".
"Is that what you call... 'I tried'? Leaving us the moment the doctor says his symptoms are worse?!" the woman shouted.
The shapes of the two apparitions changed very suddenly. The boy had no hair, looked very pale, and wore a hospital gown. The woman became pale as well, but she wore a nightgown, and her jaw was hanging from one side. They were starting to close in on the guard.
"I'm… sorry…?" the guard mumbled before being interrupted by the boy.
"Sorry for what? That you left mommy alone, and that she was beaten to death."
The guard was in so much fear, he dropped his taser. After a moment of dead silence, the two apparitions turned into grotesque, humanoid creatures. They both grabbed a hold of the guard, and started to rip him apart.
"Always sad or angry…" Alma said as she walked out of interrogation room. "...never happy…"
She walked through some hallways, with sirens going off and guards left and right trying to track her. Many of them passed by her, and didn't even realize it. With none of the guards noticing her, she went into a bathroom. She looked into a mirror, seeing a pair of grayish, blue eyes staring back at her. She
The speakers throughout the facility started made some static noise, before a voice could be heard. "The facility is on high alert. Subject seven is loose. All essential staff and military personnel, head towards the exits on the North end."
"Damn it!" a man said to the woman stating the high alert message. "How the hell could this have happened?"
"Daddy, is something wrong?" a little girl said to the man.
"No Lilly, everything is fine." the man responded with a calm voice.
"Sir, we must get you and your daughter to the transport helicopter immediately." the woman told him as she opened a steel, airlock door.
As it opened, before she could react to anything else, the woman's head just exploded. A chunk of her skull and and eyeball landed in front of the little girl. Young Lilly dropped backwards, and started crying. When the door opened, Alma was right there, just staring at the man. She walked closer to the man, with Lilly going behind him.
"I think what she meant to say is… daughters." Alma said with a soft voice.
"You stay away from us, Alma. You know that you were no longer my daughter when killed my son, Daniel." He said to her.
"He tried to hurt me, so I hurt him back. Like this."
Alma quickly put her palms near her shoulders, and violently pushed towards the man. A hug burst of air shot towards his head, but he ducked down before it could hit him. After dodging, he quickly grabbed out a gun from his coat pocket, and shot Alma. The young girl fell back, blood coming out of a wound on her right side.
"Damn it! My aim is off, but at least I got you to stop." the man said.
He walked towards Alma, readying the next bullet in his revolver. The man stopped by where the first bullet hit, and aimed for the kid's head.
"Ahhh,... the pain…" Alma said with tears flowing down her face.
"Don't worry, Alma. I'll put you to slee… AHHHHH!" the man said as a chunk of skull was stabbed into his neck.
"DADDY!" Lilly cried.
The dead woman's body was lifted by an invisible force, making it stab the man. He tried to shoot the corpse, and push it away, but it was no use. It eventually took him down to the floor, and repeatedly stabbed him. Blood started flying everywhere, including onto young Lilly, who was screaming the whole time. A red pool surrounded the body of the man, and eventually the moving corpse dropped on top of his chest.
Alma pushed herself back up, but was barely able to stand with the bullet in her side. She put her hand by the wound, and somehow managed to pull out the bullet. For some strange reason, it didn't go far into her body, but only went right below the surface of the skin. With that out of the way, Alma walked towards her younger sister.
"You… killed daddy! I HATE YOU! I HATE FOREVER!" Lilly told Alma.
"You were always father's favorite, weren't you. Such a spoiled brat. But don't worry. I'll put you to sleep so you can be with him." Alma said.
"What…?"
Before anything else could be said, Lilly's head exploded. Now Alma had gotten revenge on her father for the torture and experimentation she went through. Now that she got what she wanted, Alma was unsure of what to do next. Staying inside the facility would result in her death, and there was no way she could ever have a normal life. Especially not for someone with her insanity.
After a little bit of thinking, and more talk from the voices in her head, Alma decided to head out towards the docks. They were only a matter of miles away, and she figured that it wouldn't be too hard for her to sneak onto a ship. The further she could get away from the facility, the better.
She eventually made it to the docks, barely avoiding the sight of a pair of helicopters. A large cargo ship was about to leave, and that's when she found her opportunity to leave. Alma snook passed loads of crates, and many workers on the docks before she jumped to grab onto an anchor that was rolling up still.
Getting in was a breeze for her, but it was staying without getting caught that would be a challenge. The girl snuck past more workers to get into the cargo hull. Alma couldn't find any place that seemed comfortable enough, as there were not many spots she could hide. Alma found a crate in there that appeared to have been opened, left unattended. She took a look inside to find a shipment of 'Pocky'. Looking on the side of the crate, there was a big sticker that said, "Return To Sender" on an address. The address was originally set for an area in Las Angeles. Another address on the crate stated an area in Chiba. That's when she found that the ship was not only traveling far, it was heading towards Japan.
Alright, now we know a little bit 'bout one psycho. I know I completely changed Alma's story, but if you didn't get the message from the first part, I'm basically chewing up both the F.E.A.R and Elfin Lied stories, mashing them together, and spitting them out. On another note, if you think any of this was bad, (i.e. too graphic), you've barely seen the tip of the iceberg. I'm sure though, that some of you seeing this probably think it's not graphic enough with whom I've put in the story. Also, for those who love making original characters, my Bio/Profile has all the necessary information in the bottom half needed for one to be here in the story. Either way, thanks for reading er'body. PEACE!