Adam chapter 3 (372 hits)
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Submitted by astral206 (View user info) at 2007-08-27 21:19:11 EDT
Please read http://www.ubersite.com/m/111273 first for the first two chapters.
Death
My memories are fragmented as to what happened after I left the infirmary. I remember opening the door to the hallway and a brilliant light shining onto me from all around. My movements slowed like I was wading through some thick muck. I could hear voices, hundreds of them, speaking to me, calling my name, asking me to save them. One was saying she was my mother, another, my sister. I never met either of them so they meant nothing to me and I kept going forward, intent on my revenge, ignoring all cries for redemption. Eventually the light faded into a mellow flicker, ever present in the back of my mind.
In the next instant I'm in my classroom, naked, all my classmates staring eye-lidless at the show commencing in the front of the class, close to the position of my destruction, my power out of my control. Mrs. Fork was lying on the ground, her skin peeling itself from her bones, making tearing sounds and spurting blood onto my face as I stood over her, watching, unable to look away. Whatever had a hold of me had started with her feet and worked its way up, splitting the skin and peeling it away to reveal her massive, glistening chops. It gave more than one violent tug causing her to scream all the louder. She was panting and whelping like a bitch, her arms pulled back over her head causing her wrists to kiss. Her revealed legs were lifted into the air and spread apart, her peeled privates appearing to welcome some demon to ascend and fuck her. I closed my eyes to the sight, popping her knees upwards with a blink and opened my eyes to the warm sight of redness showering from her open joints onto the class, some of it spotting their yawning eyes. The children screamed but I blocked out the noise so that they all looked quite ridiculously frightened to me. I watched as something grabbed the fat bitch's greasy hair and stood her up onto her nubs, facing the class, her shins jutting out in front of her. Then my arm motioned, palm up, in a horizontal arc at the children, decapitating the first row. It brought it back the same way to finish off the second, the third, and finally the fourth. Small heads flew upwards into the air, rotating slightly to paint cherries and cardinals onto the walls. Soft splats bombarded the floor. I gazed back upon Mrs. Fork. She was flayed to her waist now, yellow fat cells leaking from violent shearing. Her face was frozen in a mask of shocked pain, her lower lip punctured and bleeding from where she had bitten into the flesh, feeble whimpers squeezing through. I ended her life in that look, sending her to oblivion, a mist of blood and bone settling where she had sat a moment before.
Another flash and I was walking the down some other hall way looking for a way out of that labyrinth. A wavering alarm was blasting it's siren around the whole complex, accompanied by a voice shouting heated orders to find and capture some enemy. There were four doors in this hallway, each having a strong presence behind the wood, but I ignored them. I turned the corner and was greeted by two Monitors behind riot shields, disabler weapons upraised. Their black combat helmets covering their faces shone orange whenever the alarm lights made their rotation in the soldier's direction. Flak vests adorned their chests and the sashes tied around the arms gave the appearance of open wounds. The two began their approach.
"We have contact." The one on the right statically said into his shoulder. "Subduing the suspect now. Do not move. You are under arrest. Compliance is recommended."
A flash of light.
I was running. I looked behind me to see the two Monitors writhing on the ground. Before I turned the next corner I heard one of them report something about combat skill and precaution into his transmitter. I was racing now, opening the first doors that I came to. If one was locked I would move on to the next one, panting the entire way. Ever present was the sound of pursuers on my heels, encouraging my legs all the more.
I opened another door and found my self in the dining facility. The smell of bland food and pesticides filled my nose. The enclosure where the instructors ate was in the center of the room, hanging from steel cords and bunker like, with metal slide poles connecting the structure to the ground. Small openings graced the sides; easy rifle access. It gave them a good eye and easy access to the children gorging below. I sped past the tables towards a door at the far end that I knew led outside, to the courtyard. The children paid me no mind, lifelessly intent on their consumption. Some of the instructors pointed at me from above. Others made flailing dives for me as I ran underneath the enclosure. More readied disablers into the openings. One bitch got in my way, arms spread, blocking my path. I felt sorry for her instantly.
"I have you now, freak freak freak." Her voice echoed into light.
There was another flash and I was running again, just past the point of where my path was blocked. I didn't look back, half out of fear from whatever befell the instructor, the other half because of the door to the courtyard and freedom, not twenty paces in front of me. Urgent shouting rose up behind me and the disablers started firing, blue bolts of electricity ricocheting ahead of me and in places where a moment before had been my feet. I could feel the current from the nearby shots dissipating through me causing the hair on my arms and legs to become charged. I was slick with sweat, some of it finding its way into my eyes. I closed my eyes for an instant and brought my hands up to wipe the sweat out. Ten paces. I opened them just as the door was kicked in from outside, five Monitors filing in and spreading out into formation. I tried to come to a halt but lost control of my feet as they slipped across the floor, upwards into the air. I came crashing down onto my back, gasping for breath as I rolled backwards, trying to gain some footing. I found traction and brought my head up in time to see the butt of a disabler crash into my mouth, sliding me backwards.
A flash.
The lights had gone out. The five Monitors were raised up into the air, howling, only visible by the sparks of their weapons, firing blasts into each other.
A flash.
I was up on top of the enclosure, kneeling over one of the instructors, her hair grasped in my hand, tilting her head back and slitting her throat with one of the dining knives. Blood rained upwards, filling my mouth and blinding my eyes. Shots fired up at me.
A flash.
I was standing on the ground, head back, screaming, and my arms raised, in the middle of an inferno, dead bodies lying around me. Giant flames were licking at the walls and the children were burning where they sat, sad faces melting away. I lowered my arms and the flames went out, leaving behind burnt bodies, some, their skeletal arms upraised to their mouths, holding forks and spoons. Smoldering wood and the silence of death were the only sounds. I looked around in horror. What is happening to me?
I made cautiously for the wall next to the door. I peered my head around the frame and took a look outside. Armored vehicles, about ten of them, were pulling into the courtyard. Battle-sleds were hovering downwards, heavy looking turrets aimed at the door. The vehicles started skidding in the grass to abrupt halts and dozens of Monitors began filing out, using trees and large boulders for cover. I saw them motioning to each other with hand signals, all ending with pointing at the door. Then, a static sounding voice started speaking into a loudspeaker.
"Alpha 12-0012, we do not wish to harm you. You are inflicted with a terrible disease, administered by the enemy. Our intent is to help you. Surrender yourself, before you hurt more of your compatriots."
I considered this. The thought of this...disease being intentionally inoculated into my system filled me with rage. My fists clenched, my knuckles slowly turning white with pressure. A knot formed in the pit of my empty stomach, churning inside, forcing the lining to rub together. My knees felt rubbery, like they would buckle at any moment. I doubled over and began retching up some vile, black liquid onto the ground, the thick secretion pooling around my feet. Moaning as one does when they vomit, my hands on my knees, the stuff kept coming. It was over in a moment and I felt a little better afterwards, barring the taste. I straightened back up, a little light headed, and walked outside.
"Okay," I said, my arms raised high over my head. "I'm coming out now."
The disciplined soldiers stiffened their weapons at the sight of me. One of them, appearing from behind a large boulder in front of me, started his approach, waving about a dozen others to follow, their black armor glistening in the sunlight. They progressed towards me in a wide "U" formation, very cautiously. I move forward as well, reaching some cement stairs and made my way down, stopping when I reached the grass, some of the black stuff rubbing off onto the greenery from my shoes. The same soldier who motioned before stopped and raised his hand into a fist. The others halted as well. I started to shake, tears forming in my eyes.
"Come forward slowly." Ordered the one in the center.
I complied until I was about five feet in front of him.
"That's far enough." He said, his arm upraised showing me his gloved palm. The group had encircled me now and he stepped forward, reaching for me. It all happened in slow motion. I saw the flash forming in the back of my head, filling me completely and shooting outwards, piercing, filling all shadow.
In the next instant I was running through a forest, trees blurring beside me. Branches were assaulting my face and chest as I swept passed them. There was a clearing some distance ahead of me but the sound of approaching battle-sleds seemed closer. I ran harder, my legs screaming as destroyed muscles begged for release, my chest heaving, in and out, threatening explosion, my sides cramping up into a million tight knots. I ran and ran, dodging around mighty trunks hundreds of years old, over shallow ditches formed from runoff. I glanced back and up, where the engine sounds were coming from and saw a sled gliding smoothly over the trees. I looked back ahead and had made it to the clearing, only to discover that there was no longer ground beneath my feet and I was falling downwards. When I splashed into the frigid water I lost consciousness.
User Reviews
Submitted by steph (user info) at 2007-08-29 10:23:36 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
So underrated. I hope you keep writing!
Submitted by lover101 (user info) at 2007-08-28 11:17:40 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I read it and I liked it. You get a plus 2 because of the writing. The one post per day rule stands but I'm not going to give you a -2 for messing up on your first try.
Submitted by Astral206 (user info) at 2007-08-28 09:42:44 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Unabonger (user info) at 2007-08-28 08:35:40 EDT (#)
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Author's note: I have been a viewer of Ubersite for almost a year now and this is my first submission to the site. Critiques are more than welcome and I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing it.
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that just doesn't seem true. you're too naive.
it's good. I read it.
just don't post more than once a day. it knocks your first post off the front page as well as other posts. it's a well-known rule. don't whine about getting a -2 either. that's another well-known rule.
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Hey, thanks for reading it. I learned a messy lesson today, thanks to the all-knowing ever-present uber-groupies who have rated my own work: I can actually squeeze one or two out tonight to the thought that there is a only a fraction of the talent out there that I had originally guessed at. And to not post more that once a day, of course... *ahhhhhhhh...*
Submitted by Unabonger (user info) at 2007-08-28 08:35:40 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Author's note: I have been a viewer of Ubersite for almost a year now and this is my first submission to the site. Critiques are more than welcome and I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing it.
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that just doesn't seem true. you're too naive.
it's good. I read it.
just don't post more than once a day. it knocks your first post off the front page as well as other posts. it's a well-known rule. don't whine about getting a -2 either. that's another well-known rule.
Submitted by EmissionImpossible (user info) at 2007-08-28 04:29:42 EDT (#)
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Death.
THE END.
Submitted by diavola (user info) at 2007-08-28 02:35:45 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Astral206 (user info) at 2007-08-28 02:01:23 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Wow, ok, thanks for Office Spacing me into hell. I know I posted THREE times. Why don't you people put half the effort into reading what I have given you that you do into not reading it and posting the same thing others before you have. Clowns. What? I like the word clowns...
Submitted by Director (user info) at 2007-08-28 01:55:18 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
one post a day
Submitted by Unabonger (user info) at 2007-08-27 23:01:46 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
how about one post per day, genius?
Submitted by haikumikoo (user info) at 2007-08-27 22:11:25 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I'll read this later, it seemed promising.
Submitted by TheUniter (user info) at 2007-08-27 21:49:31 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
+2 rule breaking
Submitted by DirtyHarry (user info) at 2007-08-27 21:41:58 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
WTF, I'm not readin all that!
Submitted by skrapmetal (user info) at 2007-08-27 21:38:21 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
You should know better, again. Una por dia.
Submitted by rob_berg (user info) at 2007-08-27 21:30:14 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
One post a day!
You just knocked off your OTHER post from the front page... not to mention very quickly evaporating any goodwill the folks around here might have for rookies.
If you have been 'reading for almost a year' why tard out on your first attempt?