If you're here, you need to go read the previous story to gain some knowledge on all of the events of this story. Here is the first one Reality is a lie. Part One: Beginning of the end. "Killing things..." I repeat slowly. "It's much more complicated than that, Anna." Kaleidoscope says dismissively. "He's a fighting machine. It seems as if his strength is much more than it should be. I'm sure he has the strength of probably an elephant with the impact he makes, assuming his area is made if the same material. They probably created some sort of super steroid and used it on the poor guy. He's probably some government project gone array. You can hear him screaming at night till the guards sedate him." his eyes remain on the red through their cycle and turn dark. This makes Kaleidoscope angry. Very angry, it seems. The other two pick up on it. "Um, this is all Travis's assumption based on-" JimJim looks at Travis. "I don't mind." he mutters, his eyes a sunny yellow. "On his power of print reading." "Print reading?" "Basically, I can sense someone's fingerprints on anyone's body. As long as they're there, I can tell everything about that person up until the date in time that the print itself was made. Strands of DNA, hair, spit, even someone's chewed gum." "That's how he learned too much about JimJim. That's why you don't spit in his eye." Anna says, oh so chipper. "What I don't get is how you all got here too." "Well, our foster mother gave us to them. She thought Travis and I were aliens." "You're related?" "Nah, just same home. Our foster mother wanted to adopt all the aliens. She was crazy, but she loved us and took good care of us." a tear slides down her face. Travis walks over and wipes her tears with his sleeve. I cough awkwardly as he holds her, her tears soaking through his plain white shirt. All of them are wearing white, white t-shirts, white sweat pants with no drawstring, white nurse's shoes. JimJim sits on the bottom bunk of the bed. Two bunk beds, military style. It's like a bunker, now that I think about it. Anna calms down and Travis lets go of her. "Why're you here?" Jim asks "Uh..." I consider telling them about the Mortem and my parents— "I'm the leader's opposite." "His opposite?" "Literally, if he's light, I'm the dark. If he's good, I'm the bad, evil even, if he's Jesus, I'm Lucifer."
.-. All the attention is given to those stories who are basically copying each other's plot line. :roll: Idiots. >.> I love this. :3
Over the next few days, I learn everything there is to know about all three of them, courtesy of Anna. I hear her at night, crying. I know from the movement from the bottom bunk of the other bed that Travis was going over to comfort her. Jim is unobservant as ever. He just stares into space all of the time. The days melt into weeks and weeks melt into months. Daily food drops and we can shower and use the toilet in the small bathroom. I get tired of white quickly, so I simply stare into Travis's eyes. But the bliss lasts for four months. Anna is beginning to look like a sex goddess at this point. Every night I can hear the animalistic howling, and I know it's Liam. After he's sedated, that's when Anna usually starts crying, those soft, whimpering puppy sobs I flinch at when I hear. I'm thankful that Travis manages to calm her by singing one song; "Hush little baby don't say a word, momma's gonna buy you a mockingbird, and if that mockingbird don't sing, momma's gonna buy you a diamond ring..." You know how it goes. She seemed to love that lullaby. Though I never understood why you'd give your child a mockingbird. More often than not, I find that I talk to Travis the most. Anna's always somewhere near Jim, for some reason. "I wonder if they're watching us." I mutter as I look around, "Of course they're watching us. They'd be idiots not to. They know we're not docile little pets they can keep. They're trying to break us, but that won't happen soon. It's a sad day for us when that happens." Soon after that, I remember seeing a shadow, then nothing. I'm getting knocked out way more often than I'd like. When I wake up, I find I'm in the middle of a court of law that rivals the Supreme Court. There are people at a higher elevation than I, wearing gowns and such. Let me start off saying, these people are weird looking for judges. There's one that looks like Doc from Back to the Future, one that looks like Albert Einstein, one that reminds me faintly of Gilligan from Gilligan's island, Gandalf, Dumbledoor, Mario if he was eighty years old, there was like one female and she looked like Judge Judy. In the center of them all, was a guy who looked exactly like...me?
I swallowed hard. He was a handsomer version of me, of course. He smiled a smile I knew anywhere, it meant he was trying to charm people. I saw the hate in those big brown cow eyes. I smiled back. He knew my face too. His crept into a scowl. "Ethan Turner, it's a pleasure to finally be in your presence. This isn't a very...pleasant way for us to meet, but oh well. I'm sure by now you know what we want," he says calmly, "I know. I'm not stupid, y'know." "Perhaps you aren't. The Mortem is a problem, Ethan. I won't pretend it isn't. I also won't pretend that I'm not sending you to your death. But it's for a good cause—for all of us to live peacefully—" "Cut the bull shit." "Be quiet you insolent fool!" Mario yells, "Calm yourself, Herbert." Gandalf tells him, "I can hear your ridiculous little thoughts! I look nothing like Mario!" Mario yelps. Sure you don't, old man. "Order!" Judge Judy calls, "—You're not easily fooled. I like that. Fine, I'll cut to the chase, if these bastards capture another base we're screwed. Plain and simple." he says coldly, "I'm sure you think we're evil. But we're not. Can't you see what's going to happen if we don't send you?" "I'm sorry, I'm not clairvoyant." "Cheeky little bastard aren't you? Well, basically, if we don't send you to eliminate them, they'll just keep getting stronger. Stronger and stronger, until everything in it's path, meaning us, will be destroyed." "What is the purpose of this?" "Oh come now Ethan, you said you weren't stupid. What do all cartoon villains want?" "They want...they want power." "Exactly. They want power." "How can I make a difference? I don't even know how to use it or when it comes up...you do know it only surfaced recently." He smiles, a devious smile, I might add, "If you comply with us, I'll teach you how." "I need to know everything first." His smile wavers, but he adjourns the court anyways. I'm escorted by guards to the exit and he's waiting for me. He waves the guards away and beckons for me to follow, "Come, Ethan, I'll tell you everything you need to know."