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The Transformation: Paradigm shift. Ch-2 by Zane Rapha

Chapter 2: Lions in the woods.

I awoke to pitch blackness with bugs crawling on me, as I moved to shake them off I soon noticed I was under something, it was just as covered in bugs as me, but also moss? I then gave one of the walls a kick only to feel a shooting pain. Solid with no give. But then I kicked the roof and found that it lifted. I kicked again at an angle, and the mostly hollowed out log moved out of the way enough that I could slide out the narrow space. 'It seems I have been placed in a grave of some sort, but why?' I looked at my new environment and found myself in a densely wooded forest area, thick with paper birch trees and a ground that was mossy and wet. The last embers of sunlight were fading quickly behind the trees, and it was getting difficult to see. It took me a few moments to clear my mind of the groggy disorientation I was feeling. 'I still don't understand how I'm here? How did I arrive here, and why did I faint in the first place.' Sudden images of the tall man's face turning warped before everything turned to black, and some of being dragged. 'Oh yeah, him. I need to tread carefully. I never know when he will return.'

A distant sound of lions and bears roaring at the same time echoed through the forest. 'Well, that is my cue to leave.' I thought as I moved swiftly away from the sound, as quietly as I could, but soon the sound of running followed me. I started running as fast as I could. It became apparent I should not have moved to begin with. Something struck me down before running off again. I stood as fast as I could and started running again. It moved behind me faster than before, striking me from behind so hard I slammed into a tree 8ft away from me. The crack of bones echoed through the darkened forest, as a horrible pain filled my being.

It moved closer, sniffing the air. It was a solid black being with bright orange eyes that looked part human, part something else. It moved on all fours and had a snout and mane like a lion, but a tail like a lizard with a fork end. As soon as it bit into my neck, a large pale figure jumped onto it attacking it. It snarled before shouting. "Don't kill humans!" I found myself bleeding out on the ground helpless and feeling as tho I was unable to do anything. I strained my blurring eyes to focus on a sign in the distance as I started to try and crawl away what little I could. I hoped someone could save me, but I don't think there is much hope for me.

Suddenly, the pale man startled me by silently standing there over me. I laid there begging for mercy with my eyes as my voice had given up on me. With one hand he slowly removed his hat and bowed before me, as tho he was greeting me. I saw that where his right eye should be it was smooth skin as though, there wasn't even a socket. He said, "Greetings, I'm glad that you're awake now. I hope everything was to your liking this evening sir. I did try to help you as much as I could, but I sadly don't understand your kind anymore."

Something shot through me and slowly lifted my body off the ground. The agonizing pain forced a shriek from me. I was suspended in the air, blood pooling on the ground below me. My body became limp and cold, and I knew death would be coming soon. "I'm sorry that hurt you more then I intended it to, but your kind usually feels nothing from this if I recall. Wait, or do they? Hmm... I forget." He said, his voice seeming to get further away with every word.

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"Morningstar, can you get my coffee?" Asked Maxwell. "Hey Morningstar, can you get me some coffee too?" Agent Sian asked. "Sure, no problem," I said. While walking to the coffee machine, I noticed the Director leaving and I waved to acknowledge him as he walked out, then returned to Ace Director Maxwell Horren with his fresh cup of joe. "Here is your coffee, sir," I said. "Thank you, Morningstar. You keep this up and I may have to give you a rase." Maxwell said.

I returned to my computer passing Sian and handing her a mug with black coffee before continuing to work. After a short time, I noticed a quiet buzzing sound in my ears, which turned to static, like an old television. Soon, the sound got louder and increased in intensity. I began to feel nauseated and dizzy. I ran to the bathroom with a gut-wrenching feeling overcoming me. Then, a terrible headache began in my temples, and my breathing became weak and shallow, making me feel lightheaded and starved for air. I hovered over a toilet, with water in my mouth as nausea continued to overcome me. It wasn't long before I knew I would faint if I did not lie down. I closed my eyes and sat back against the stall door and rubbed my temples with my fingertips.

The sound of gunfire filled the air and a sense of dread fell over me. "Oh, Shit!" 'What the hell just happened?' I thought to myself as tried to stand. The pain in my head and stomach twisted around from the sudden movement. I walked to the doorway of the restrooms and looked around on the office. An eerie quiet filled the air. I stumble out from the restroom searching for a wall to grasp to when I fell past a cubical and see red chunks and blood everywhere. 'Maxwell's head is missing.' I thought in shock. My body turned and my eyes darted to Sian's cubical. 'She's gone. Maybe she ran to get help.' I thought to myself as my eyes rested on the sealing. A shadow moved against the light, but by then I started to feel the fade as I fell asleep.

I awoke to the sound of a voice in the distance, my eyes remaining shut against my will. "Hey Kate, I'm so sorry about our plans, something came up, and I'm going to be busy all day tomorrow, but I'm coming over to visit you tomorrow night instead, bye." "HEY! ARE YOU OKAY? ...Buzz." It then cut out and with it the sound of something being set down. "Don't worry, this is only a formality. Aedi on evah uoy. Oreh a era uoy kniht uoy ekil gnitca era uoy ereh, Tey. elttil os wonk dna hcum os kniht uoy nac. Woh namuh citehtap a ylurt era uoy." As they spoke it became hard to think, the words became another language to me.

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My eyes slammed open and the thoughts that it was just a dream came flooding in. I sat up and placed on my slippers before walking over to a stained wooden desk. I reached into fountain pen drawer to retrieve the secret key stashed inside a hollow fountain pen. Then I reached behind the retractable keyboard tray, to locate the key latch for the locked file box. I opened the file box without looking because experience with my daily writing exercise made me familiar with the lock by touch alone. I retrieved my book and began to review my last few entries.

| -12/3/2021- | It was strange last night. I swore I saw something for a second. I lied when I called it in. Now it's nagging at me. I should have given them more. Why ask me to go home in the middle of a suspect report? That is not protocol. | -12/4/2021- | I didn't expect Max to blow off my concerns like that. He told me that I was working too hard and that it was making me paranoid. I pleaded with him as someone I consider my brother, he only gave me a worried look. | -12/5/2021- | Today I asked if I could return to the crime scene with a team. I got turned down by the Director who said, don't waste our resources on paranoid delusions. The nerve of him. Fucking red tape. | Update: I get it now, I went back to the scene and it was cleaned. The walls were painted over. The ground had cement freshly laid in the ally. But they missed something. A kid was playing outside and I asked him if he saw anything strange and he said his older sister did when she was sneaking out last night. I spoke with her and she described a truck unmarked with men walking around in all camo outfits with black vests, the vests had a print in the top right of it. S.O.I.R.

'Right. I need to research S.O.I.R. I'm sure the will come up in F.B.I. database.' I thought to myself as I put away my journal. The feeling of eyes on me grew as I put it back in the lockbox, locked it and stashed the key back in my fountain pen. "That is one way to hide something you don't want people to see." Said a female voice from behind me. I tried to turn to face the woman but as I moved a loud ringing filled my ears. "You don't have to see me, to know that I'm there. You are one of us... after all. Don't worry. It will pass. This feeling of pain." She said from behind. I got out my journal. I found the pages 12/3/2021 through to 12/5/2021 and tore the pages out. The feeling of pain with each page being torn as though with the pages a piece of my mind went with it. The days must disappear. I cannot keep a record of this. I know in my mind that this is not my thoughts but I must burn the pages. After burning my pages I returned my journal back to its proper place, hidden in my desk. I feel very tired, and lie down on my bed and fall asleep. As my eyes shut I think to myself 'How are you doing this to me?!'

~ ~ ~ ~ December- 2001

I open my eyes to a cold and immaculate all-white padded room. The fluorescent light above me flickers every now and again. I stair up at it with an empty feeling as I lay strapped to the table. Cordes run from arms and chest to a monitor and IV drip across the room. The room was void of sound. 'This was normal. I was always there. Never a time where I left the room.' A buzz rang at the door and it opened. One by one, men in all-white came and loomed over me. One of them stuck me with needles as the others reviewed the monitor and wrote it all down. One of them entered with a brush a washcloth; he bushed my hair and cleaned me before wrapping my feet and hands so I couldn't scratch anyone. Then he left, and soon after their leader came in. He shined a light in my eyes before looking over at the monitor; his face twisted into worry. "Take him off everything, we need to keep him from hurting himself." He commanded the other men in all-white. "Yes sir." said one of them as he turned the machines off. They pulled out the IV and removed the tags for the monitor. "Good now, where is it?" The lead scientist inquired, to which the other scientists moved to the side allowing a nurse to enter with a large needle. "The other compounds have already been injected, this is all that is left, sir." She stated as she moved to inject. I cried out, "Mister, please stop. I implore you!" "I'm afraid not, see, you are our most prized mystery. You must realize this by now, considering you are such an intelligent boy. Now please be calm Zane; this will end shortly." The lead scientist stated. Suddenly a sharp pain felled my being as the needle entered and the contents were plunged into my body. I started crying, tears ran down my face as they just watched with pen and clipboard in hand. My chest pounded harder and harder with each beat. 'Please let me die this time? Will it end?' I thought as with every breath grew harder to draw. Each of the men in white wrote on their borders as the pain continued to grow inside me. They finally looked up and walked out one by one. As the lead scientist looked back at me and shook his head, a look of sadness formed. "You still hold on to this body even though it only damages you. I honestly do not understand you." He then turned and left the room. At the doorway he stopped to talk with a woman; what he was saying was faint. She then entered the room and closed the door behind her. She was short and don the same all-white outfit with lab-coat, but she also had on a black baseball cap that was placed on backwards. She reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a pair of garden cutters. "Don't worry, I will help you, child. You don't deserve any of this..." She said before she started cutting on the straps. "Your name is Zane, right? It's going to be okay now. No more tests. I promise you." My pain remained as she cut me free. I could not move very well thanks to the years of immobility. She then unraveled the wraps from around my hands and feet before lifting me up to carry me out of the room. We entered into a long hallway that was all-white with a blue line running across the floor, and doors marked with numbers in red. "My name is Cora by the way... You are so small and light. They don't feed you enough, you poor thing. Your family would be sad if they could see you now." She said as she walked to the end of the hall and turned to meet the stairs before going down them. "I don't have a family," I said quietly. She looked at me for a minute before smiling. "You should have some... If not, I'll be your family, and I'll make sure you are never unhappy again." She said, giving me a smile.

After a bit more walking we were outside and there she had a large white stretched canvas bag. She then hugged me with one arm while using a free hand to open the bag before slipping me inside it. She then had me hold papers and folders that were originally inside of it, to conceal myself. As she walked she assured me that they would think nothing of it before she reached the checkpoint. "Good evening Doctor Morningstar, I see you're taking your work home with you again?" Said a man's voice. "Yes, just a few forms and spare parts from the Robotics lab." She replied. "I see, well I'm sure you know the protocol by now." He returned. "Yes, the release forms." She said before placing the bag on the floor gently and writing on a piece of paper. The guard gave her a nod and she lifted the back and walked away from the checkpoint. "See not so bad now, was that?" She asked before placing the bag in the passenger seat of the car. I crawled up to poke my head out of the bag to be greeted with a very nice car. It had sets lined with black leather. It was pristine as though it had just been driven off the car lot. "I see you like my car. It's fairly new so it still has the new car smell that people love." She smiled at me before turning the car over. "Thank you!" I mumbled with a slight smile. "Don't thank me, please. You do not deserve any of what they did to you. I'm just sorry it took me a year to find out about you. If I knew, I would have helped you a lot sooner. Screw the job! Those Fucks should know better than to use a kid for experiments, I mean Fucking ay list fuck wads. Excuse my tongue. Don't repeat that, please." She said giving me a saddened expression. "Things are not always what they seem," I replied. She gave me a glance before returning her eyes to the road. A saddened look twisted on her face into anger as she thought of what they were doing to him for years.

~~~~ -2 year later- Children laughing and playing at a park as cars roar past sending gusts of wind to lash out at the pedestrians walking on the sidewalks. A petite woman with short black hair carries a bag of parts she just stripped from an old junk cars and parts lot. She is pleased with herself for the amazing stuff she managed to get her hands on. She made her way slowly to the new house she and her son had just moved into. Her son is a very smart young boy who won a Guinness World record for highest IQ and is considered a Child prodigy. He was walking home from school when he saw her returning from her venture. She smiled when she saw him and quickened her pace she placed her things on the ground and opened her arms to welcome him home. He ran to her with a smile on his face as well.

'No don't make me live through that night again. Anything else but that.' I thought to myself.

"Soooo... how was your first day at school today? Teach any of the Teachers anything new?" She said with a smirk as they sat at a table eating dinner. "You know it would be rude of me to try and educate the educators. I want them to like me." He said before looking down at the table. "I have no friends still." "Don't worry about it honey, just give it some time. You'll make friends I'm sure of it. People just have to get to know you." She said with a smile before sitting up and kissing him on the top of his head. She then grabbed both their plates and took them over to the sink and started washing them. "Look there is a park not far from here, I passed it on my way home. You should play like the other kids, you'll find lots of friends that way. If you want I can take you tonight before bed so you can get used to the idea." She turned and gave me a smile as she put away the dishes. "I would like that." He smiled. "Very well then, let's not waste daylight!" She said walking over to a closet and pulling out her coat and his. He jumped down and sprinted for the door grabbing his coat out of her hand as he passed her. "Come on mom!" He said before opening the door. "Okay Zane, calm down. Wow! I don't think I have ever seen you this excited." She said with a smile on her face as she followed after him. She soon reached the park seconds behind him as they both ran. He ran to the swings and sat on them before kicking his legs. "Mother, can you push me please?" "Of course." She said walking over to behind him and giving him a kiss before pushing him. His smile grew as she pushed him higher and higher.

'No stop it!'

"Did you have fun?" She asked as they walked back. "Yes, I did! Lots of fun and you know why?" He asked. "Why?" She asked him with a pleased look. "Because you are the best mom in the world." He answered with a grin. "Oh you are silly, you don't know that! There are millions of moms and some do a lot more for there kids and have a lot more on their plate. I'm just your mom so I seem special to you." She replied before giving him a smile. "But, it is sweet that you think so much of me." "I love you." He said quietly before he heard the sound of someone falling to the ground. "Mom?" He turned to see her laying on the ground unmoving. "Mom... Get up please." He said quietly, tears running down his face. He looked her over with no clear sign of injury. "Are you awake?" He asked before placing his hand on her neck. He felt no sign of movement, not a breath nor heartbeat. He felt a sharp pain but he was not hurt. His breath grew unsteady and tears ran down his face. He heard a woman in the distance scream and yell call 911. He laid down next to her, knowing she would be taken away soon. He hoped a doctor could save her but something told him she was gone.

-The next morning.- "Can't believe it. She was gone just like that?" A woman said to a man who sat beside her. "Yeah, she apparently has been having blackouts every now and then at work. That's a big sign for tumors." The man that was with the woman said. "I just can't believe she had a child and never told me." She said to him. "You shouldn't be surprised. You did tell her you never wanted to see her again, 8 years ago." The man said in a mad tone. "I didn't mean it. She's my sister, I loved her to death. I wish she had told me. I never would have retired it I knew. Now I can't keep him. I simply can't afford it right now." She replied. "Milly, yes you can if you stop buying so many new shoes and going to other countries for weekend trips. That stuff will cost you more than that kid ever will. Plus he will get a check since she was retired, she died and he is still a child. Think about it. I could raise him for you. You wouldn't lose any of your freedom." He stated, trying to reason with her. "Excuse me? No, I'm not taking him on just so you can yell at me when he does something stupid. And trust me, he will! He is 5 and he will be 6 in five days. His mother just died in front of him. He has no friends, so no peers to rely on for comfort. You think he won't be messed up from all this and have a punkass rebellious phase where he commits crimes?" She stated loudly. The cops looked over at her from down the hall. "Say that louder could you. I don't think the kid heard you yet." The man replied with sarcasm.

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The Transformation: Paradigm shift. Ch-1 By Zane Rapha

Prolog: May of 2020

'The dark-haired woman sat silent, I counted the seconds as they went by, 4 minutes and 37 seconds. To say the least, I know she is mad.' She gave him a stern glare as she reached for the top drawer in her desk and pulled out a red folder, labeled Special Agent's File 417- Zane Morningstar, before starting to read from the top page.

"Special agent Zane Morningstar. DOB: 12/22/1998. Age 22. 5ft-7in. 140lb, Eye color: Blue. Hair: black, Left handed. Male. History: Unknown. Family... Let's see... Mother: Cora Morningstar, Deceased. Father: Unknown. Siblings: None. Childhood home: St. Ann's Home for Children. And yet even though you have had it rough, it also says your the youngest agent to have ever graduated out of Quantico. Known as one of the smartest people in the world having an IQ of 163 on the Stanford test. Also known for holding a World Guinness record for most cases solved, given you have been providing information anonymously via letters to the leading agents or detectives on the cases starting at the age of 12. Now I like an underdog as much as the next guy but it is no excuse for drinking your problems away, Acting like a complete fool at my crime scene, and publicly mistreating your partner?!" She shouted in his face.

His face was flush red, a color not common for him. 'She has a right to be angry at this juncture, yet she is exaggerating a bit.'

"I'm... Sorry? However, I must inform you that is an exaggeration." "Oh! Is that so?" She said with clear sarcasm. " Well, for one, I drink only a glass of wine in the evening, just to calm my nerves. Also, if acting like a fool is what you call it when I do my job, then yes, otherwise, I was not. AND!-" "SHUT THE HELL UP! That was not a real question smart-ass." She fumed, clearly not enjoying my humor in all this. "Well, you don't have to be so rude!" "You know what, your right! I can just do This!" She said sliding the paperwork across the desk. "You get to fill all this out on your days off from now on." 'It's old cold cases from last year. Does she really think this will be an issue?' "I know your thinking, What, is that all? NO! You are being reassigned to a new partner who won't take your shit! Say hello to Agent Sian." She said pointing to the door. He looked, to the door and saw them standing there listening in on their conversation. 'This girl is quiet, I didn't hear a peep from her this whole time. She is going to be intriguing.'

--Chapter 1: Just a Gear in the Machine--

Dec 2021

There was a sound of a blood-curdling shriek that filled the back alleys of the bustling city block ahead of me. No one seemed to hear the screams but instead chose to ignore it, as if it is not there. I still moved quickly but cautiously towards the sound, a little frightened of what I will find.

'Why must I be here?' I think to myself as I watch everyone pretend the world is on their phones and nothing else is real. Then, without thinking I unholster my sidearm, running into the alley, and I call out quickly, "FBI! Freeze, Drop your weapons!" Nothing was there. It was just a shadow casting off a dumpster as a dimly lit side building lamp flickered, a woman's shoe sat at the base of it. 'Clearly, something is wrong here.' I thought to myself before looking around the alleyway and questioned anyone who might have seen something to find no one had seen a thing. "Just Typical! People keep their heads down when the FBI ask questions." I said to myself in frustration. 'At least there seems to be a boot print in the mud by the garbage bin. I took out my pen which I have markings for measurements. 14 inches and the depth is 3 centimeters. This guy is big and tall. Most likely male based on the shoe size. Most females don't get that big. Might be in the 6ft and up range. I then received a call in to report on my radio. I soon reported in. "We may have a 207 or a 10-54 at the 42ed east and 14 broad back alleys possible male suspect may be in the 5'7 to 6ft range." A static sound filled my radio before the noise of the other agent repeating 10-1 came through. 'Why would there be poor reception out here? Someone must have a jammer. Anyhow, I'll report back at HQ, and there will be a squad out here.' After I walked a few feet away the static cleared, "10-4, Go home. I will want a briefing in the morning." I responded quickly. "10-10, Boss." 'That's a bit unusual... and not by the books. I'll need to look into this.' I thought to myself.

As I walked home, the sensation of having eyes on my back grew stronger. 'Someone is watching me, but who?' I questioned myself in thought. 'This is strange. No footsteps. Where did the people go? Why am I so dizzy?' I looked down to the ground unsteady, almost fainting. 'I need to go home now.' I quickened my pace to get home as soon as I could. Finding my keys as I ran to the door. I entered the pin for my apartment *0419* The gate door chimed, and the latch clicked open. The door was open and soon locked behind me. 'Whoever is following me will find it hard to get in this place.' I thought as I looked at the door to see if anyone passed it. Running up the two flights of stairs I soon re-found my apartment key now having the right door. I entered the clean and well-kept studio apartment. One of which most would think belonged to someone with OCD. I flipped the lights on and closed the door behind me. I checked the locks on the door before moving over to the windows. I checked the locks on the sliding steel bars. "Safe," I said with a sigh of relief. Walking over to the kitchen too poured myself a glass of red wine, sipping on it for a minute before going to my desk where my all black desktop sat. I moved the mouse to hear the roar of the fans in the tower come to life. Timestamp 12/3/2021 10:27 PM. 'Damn, it's late. I have to get that report in before 12. I hope I can get it done on time.' I thought to myself as I set my wine down and sighed into FBI server and started on my report.

The next morning, I arrived at the office to discover it had become a crime scene. My boss was found dead and was being carried off in a body bag. There was yellow tape everywhere. "What happened here?" I shout. "Why is he dead? I just spoke to him last night!" I said, frightened and angry, "What the hell happened to him?" "The Director needs to talk with you." Special Agent Sian said. "Very well then," I said. "Do you know what happened here, Agent?" "That is what the Director needs to speak to you about." I hurried to the Director's Office with a horrible feeling of dread. 'This is going to be bad.' I knocked on the closed door, and hesitantly entered the superior agent's office. "Welcome, Agent Morningstar, thank you for coming in, please take a seat. I need to speak to you about something important." "As I'm sure you have been made aware, the Assistant Director, Maxwell Horren has recently passed." "How did he die?" I asked. "We are still looking into that, Agent Morningstar, but we suspect suicide. The circumstances of his death are still under investigation at this time." He said before a long drawn-out sigh escaped. "I'm sorry, but I have to ask you to hand in your service weapon and shield, you are under suspension pending the conclusion of the coroner's inquest. At this time, you are the last known person to see him alive, and we need to consider all possibilities of his death. I'm sorry, but you know this is only a formality as you were here last night, at the suspected time of his death. So, you will remain a suspect until this is settled and until then, Agent Morningstar, I expect you to remain cooperative." "You can't do that, I wasn't here last night, I did my report on my home PC and Sent it in at 11:45 PM. I was on a case and then went back home. I wasn't here at all yesterday." "Yes, you were. I saw you getting coffee for Maxwell when I left at 9:00 PM. Your report was submitted at 9:40 PM and our records show you checked out at 10:00 PM, which matches the footage of you leaving the lobby. His suspected time of death is between 9:30 and 10:00, so if it was not suicide, you are our prime suspect! I'm sorry, but I have to ask you not to leave the city at this time. Do you understand?" "Yes," I replied begrudgingly as I placed my sidearm and badge on the table. "I'll update you on what we find as soon as possible, Mr. Morningstar, goodbye." He said getting up to show me the door.

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I left the FBI headquarters suspended pending this damn investigation! I'm now a possible murder suspect! 'What did he mean when he said he saw me there? I know I was not there, and why say my report was sent at 9:40? No that is not right, I sent it in at 11:45, I swear... I don't know what is going on here, but this is bad. I need to check my computer when I get home, but I can't set on the couch and do nothing, I have to take action right away. Are they trying to frame me for Max's death? If this is going down the way it seems to be; I must speak to Kate on this matter. She'll know what is going on and she'll see what I should do.' I thought to myself as I walked to the children's hospital.

Kathryn Morgen, Age 22. 5 foot 6 inches, 147 lb, Eye color brown, hair brown, Right-handed Female, works as a C.I.A. Agent, she also volunteers her spare time at the children's hospital, to help out the staff with excess paperwork overload. She can often be found at the front desk filing intake papers with a smile. Her kindness and generosity exceed imagination. Not only that but she is a world-renowned mathematician having an IQ of 157 and three books on theorems and formulas. She is also Zane Morningstar's foster sister and best friend since they were kids.

"Hey Zane, how is my favorite person?" Kate asked endearingly. "I need to talk to you. Your C.I.A. connections. Perhaps you can find out why I'm being framed?" I asked, hesitant of her response. "Framed for what?" She asked, raising a brow in suspicion. "They are trying to frame me for Max's death," I Stated. "Wait, what?! Maxy is dead?..." She looked down trying to process the information. "When?" She questioned hesitantly with a sad expression. "Last night apparently. They said between 9:30 and 10:00 PM," I replied quickly trying to get her to move this along. "Okay... Right. So that would be when you were working at the office last night. Oh, so you are a suspect since you were there?" Kate asked. "No, I was on a case. You know, the one I told you about last night, where I heard a woman screaming, and when I arrived, no one was there. She poofed. I can't explain it! No evidence of her or anything aside from a shoe and then I was asked to go home by Max with no explanation." I explained with only a confused expression as my reply. "I had just gone home at 10:27 and filed my report." I continued only to get her shaking her head no. "I talked to you all last night after I finished my report, remember?" I said. "No! At around 10 PM last night, you called me to tell me you were going to be busy all day today, and that you would come over to visit me tonight! Whatever you are talking about with this case and no one being there, you never said a word to me about this. What happened? Did you forget, and have a dream that you told me about this case? Because I don't recall you telling me about that case at all!" "I see... I have to go, I'm sorry!" I said before rushing to get outside. "Okay, bye!" She yelled as I opened the doors. 'I hate to leave Kate like that abruptly, but I need to go home, Now!' I thought to myself as I ran from the hospital.

'Okay, that was very strange,' I shuttered, in thought. Now in a panic, I moved fast through the city, passing a tall man with long black hair holding out roses to a little girl as I ran. 'I don't remember any of that conversation happening like that. I need to check the date for today!'

As soon as I arrived home, I then went directly to my desk computer. I needed to check my files and confirm the time and date stamp on my reports. I found that all of my sent files were gone and I couldn't log in to the FBI at this time. Everything that I know I did yesterday is missing. "FUCK. What the hell is happening here? I need to check my personal journals." Maybe I can use it as evidence, I kept a detailed record of everything that happened, and some proof too, I kept photos in it. I always keep daily journal entries in precise detail, before I go to sleep each night. I know that no one could have tampered with it. I went to my antique desk, that has been rigged to conceal my secret documents. I doubt anyone knows I keep a journal And, even if someone found out, it is even more unlikely they could find my hidden desk compartment. I sat down at the stained wooden desk and reached into the fountain pen drawer to retrieve the secret key stashed inside a hollow fountain pen. Then I reached behind the retractable keyboard tray, to locate the key latch for the locked file box. I opened the file box without looking because experience with my daily writing exercise made me familiar with the lock by touch alone. I retrieved my book and began to review my last entry. As I started reading, I discovered that there was indeed an entry for yesterday. However, the page had been ripped out of the book. My computer says it is 12/6/2021, but the entries for the 3rd 4th and the 5th are gone. This is strange, no page has ever been torn from my Journal by me. Now, there are only ragged edges. 'Okay, who has figured out I had journals? No one knows about my writings. Not even Kate knows. No one knows. So how did this happen?' I can't fathom who or what could do this, or why they would want to. Who would go this far to frame me for a murder I never committed? I mean My memories of the past two days are gone. 'Why would anyone do this to me?', I thought. I reflect back on how careful and methodical I have always been with my undercover work. I have never blown my cover. No criminal I have ever successfully caught and arrested has ever discovered the truth of who I am. I am so cautious that few people even know where I live. I am more concerned right now than I have ever been in my entire life, but a form of rage is rising to take the place of my fear. I begin pacing the room as my anxiety increases. I find myself moving toward the windows, to check if all the locks are secure. There are no signs of a breach of the home. 'How did two days disappear from my memory? And why?' I questioned.

While looking out the window I saw a very tall man, wearing a Black hat with long curly black hair and a long dark gray trench coat. 'Wait a minute; he's the guy I passed by at the hospital handing a girl a rose.' I thought to myself in shock. I reach for my sidearm to find it missing. "Fuck it to hell, I'm unarmed," I said to myself before grabbing a hidden flip knife from the kitchen and moving fast to the door and running down the stairs. 'This is crazy. No sidearm, no badge, No backup. I'm running in blind to a potentially dangers situation with only a flip knife. Fuck!' I thought in a panic as I slipped the knife into my pocket before running outside. Now outside of my apartment, he was lurking next to the bus stop out front. It is as though I can feel his presence calling me to come to him. I know he's trying to lure me someplace quiet. I see a glimpse of his eye, and I start to follow him as he leads me down the sidewalk. After a few paces, he walked down an alley; I choose to go. I begin to walk toward him, though I can't think of a good reason for doing so aside from instinct. I soon realized I am making a terrible mistake as I continue towards him and catch a glimpse of the man's face. As I move closer to him, I finally question why I am even out here doing this. I am a very well trained agent; I should know better than to do this alone. 'I have a 1 in 5 chance of being raped, a 20% chance of being kidnapped and a 1 in 6,100 of being murdered. I'm a suspect in a murder case, so chances are my life is over, and I'm walking towards a stranger who I suspect of killing a woman. I don't like my odds here. Even if I get out of this alive, I most likely won't like the results of the case. I should go to Max's Apartment and see if there is a suicide note. If someone did kill him, there should be none.' My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by what can only be described as a deep, smooth voice. I realized that while my mind was racing my body continued to move toward the danger. Suddenly, I found myself trapped in a narrow alley with my body pinned against a brick wall. "Now, aren't you interesting. May I offer you a gift?" The man reached into his trench coat pocket to pulled out something but waited. "What's your favorite color? Come now don't be shy." "I am FBI Agent, Zane Morningstar. I have a few questions for you, sir. To start where you the night of December 3rd? The man smirked. "There is no need for that, I know you know I was there. But don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just trying to give you a gift." I gave him a fearsome look as I imagined all the things that he could possibly do to me at this point. I have few options, I need to position myself out from against the wall and find a better angle to deal with a guy like this fast before things get out of hand. "Listen, whatever you did, I need you to tell me now. Things only get worse from here on out unless you turn yourself in." I stated calmly reaching for my holster. 'Perhaps he won't notice that I don't have a gun..' "You know it's not very nice to try playing games with me. I could offer you an end to keeping that little mouth of yours shut forever." He said sounding devious as if he would enjoy the challenge. "You are a choice little sick fuck aren't you? How dare you! Who the hell do you think you are? Do you even realize that you just threatened a federal agent? I should arrest you!" I retorted trying to keep my voice stable. His smirk widened with a slight uneasiness to it, it was as if the prospect made him laugh a little inside. His black and oily razor-sharp teeth exposing themselves, dripping onto the pavement. "No, I'm afraid you're not. See, you're not a cop or an agent right now, and it is you who doesn't have a clue who they are talking to, or what for that matter. However, that is beside the point. I'm going to show you a trick, and all you need to do is accept my gift. Okay? Now, I'll ask again. What is your favorite color? Doesn't have to be your favorite, just name one you want." "I refuse to entertain you any further. Get out of my way!" I said firmly as I tried to assert my authority. "Oh dear, Very well then. I must say that was a very dumb move on your part human, I may just give you a chance since I'm in a good hunting mood. Maybe I can have some fun with you," he said. Before standing upright. 'Taller than six foot... He's in the eight range, but how?' I thought to myself in wonder, before looking at his face better as he tilted it to one side. He has one eye, and its iris is Red. 'What is this thing?' ~ ~ ~ ~

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Little Devils in Every Closet: Ch 2 by Zane Rapha

~~~~Note~~~~ Warning this is an 18+ story There are detailed depictions of abuse, verbal, physical and sexual. Do not read if you are sensitive to extreme content! This story is a Short story told from Herschel's perspective. Everything he Saw, Heard, and knew is told as he would tell it. It is all his perception of what Happened. It is a dark story, keep that in mind when reading this. You have been warned. ~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 2: It's the end of Joy

Once they left we could hear Mother crying, We thought dad had hurt her... We never thought it was bait, and we took it. "Mommy?" We both asked as we entered her room, she was not in there. "Over here." Hazel lead me down the hall, and we found her. She was crying in the bathroom before she turned to see us. She waved for us to enter, I wish we never did. "Do you love mommy?" She asked us, and of course, we did. "Yes, mommy. We love you very much." We both said but saw the twisted smile form. She came up to us as tho to hug us but she locked the door behind us. Then with her claws ripped the lockout so we couldn't unlock it. "Don't be scared you, fakers. I know your not them, not anymore. She changed you into her image when your mine. "Mommy, stop." We begged in fear. 'We knew she was sick and that it was her sickness talking but we were still scared to the point we pissed ourselves.' "Stop what? Making you pay for lying to me? Making you suffer? How about this?" She then threw the lock into the large bath, full of water. "Get it and fix the door, you both can get out then. 'We were stupid and didn't know that she had planned this the moment she came home, she just needed a reason to do it.' At once we both reached in to get the lock. 'We were so small and the bath was so large, we were bound to fall in.' She laughed and as soon as we both tried to climb out to get to the door, she pushed our heads down. I still remember how it felt. At first, there was panic. I held my breath as I fought to push my head back up. My chest hurt and then the pain traveled up my throat into my mouth, forcing me to take a breath. The water filled my lungs and it burned and felt cold at once. I felt my chest convulsing against my will, as water was pushed out only to enter again. Then I took notice. My sister had stopped fighting alongside me. Mother pulled my head up so I could see what giving up looked like. She held me by my hair and I could not fight. I looked her dead in the eyes and she could see that I had given up too. When she pushed my head back down, I didn't fight. I let the pain rush in and out of my lungs, and the sound of her laughter filled my last fleeting memories of that moment. 'Darkness finally came and I don't remember much after that. I think the Maid finally came and stopped her, and revived us. We then spent a few weeks in a Physicianary, winning the hearts of the staff. Well, mostly my sister did. She changed, and I guess I did too but not like she did. She became clingy and needy but in such a way they thought it was cute. Me, I was silent. I finally knew what hate felt like.' "Okay you two, since I couldn't get ahold of your father I got in touch with your Uncle Riall, he will take good care of you two until your father returns. The eccentric looking man stepped into our room, he wore a gold robe with black Rapha print. "Hey there little ones, I'm sorry to hear about what happened. I will make it my goal to make sure nothing like that happens again. I know You are both very important to my brother Alba, and I'm sure he didn't know and loves you guys very much." He then turned. "What, I do not understand is why he left like that? It pains me to see them alone here." He said to the nurse. "I don't know. The maid just brought them here and told us what happened, said to call you if the king would not respond and then left." The nurse said. "I see. Well, I will try to get in touch with my brother again and see what is going on." Riall replied before turning back to us. "Let's get you guys back to my place and into a change of clothes." 'His words where so kind we were convinced we could trust him, after all, he was close with our dad. What could go wrong?'

We entered the small house with smiles, it was warm and inviting. The place looked so nice; the floors were white with small black swirls in the tiles, the walls where a soft blue with gold ribbons that ran down the walls. golden doorknobs adorned every door, the chairs, and table a soft blue wood with golden fixtures. A high fireplace lit the room dimly while ribbings of lights filled the rest of the house, even running up the walls above the rails and above the banister of the stairs. Food was prepared and the seats pulled for us to sit and fill our stomachs. 'Little did we know it would be the last time we would ever feel full.' "Eat up, I hope it's to your liking little ones. I'll get you guys some clothing." He said with a soft smile, before retreating upstairs. We sat at the table and enjoyed the food we had been giving, it was soft and warm. It had been seasoned well but there was a strange taste we didn't recognize. We didn't care, we were hungry and there was food, that is all that mattered. Once we had finished he came down the stairs with a grin. "You guys eat fast, huh? I take it you both liked it." He said, his words not sounding as kind as before. As we turned to look at him we felt something twisting in our stomachs. "I bet you guys are not feeling too great hu? You both should rest, I have rooms for you both downstairs." He said with a soft smile. We both tried to stand to follow him, to no avail, as the floor moved out from under us. It felt like the world was spinning. "Ah, you guys are lightweights, you can't even stand? It's only had 10 minutes but I guess you guys aren't very big either. Time for the fun part then." He said before picking us up and taking us downstairs. Once he turned the corner the place was much different, from what I could tell. The dark hallways that he lead us down, twisted and became blurry and rooms that were pitch black with doors that were made of glass. He put my sister on the floor of one such room before closing and locking the door. He continued down the hall to a room with an iron door. "This is a private room just for you, as I'm sure the boys won't enjoy you as much as I." He said before entering the room. He then placed me on the floor and removed my clothing. His hands then searched my body for sensitive spots, rubbing in places that caused my body to respond in ways I didn't understand. At first, I didn't fight him. I didn't know. Soon after he made me aware that he was only out to make himself feel good, as I felt a pain fill my being. I cried out for father but to no avail. "Do you really think he's coming? That he will save you? Don't you get it... He doesn't care! He would have been the one to take you home from the Physicianary, not me. If he cared at all he would never have left you alone with a festis and your mother. He knew she was sick. He doesn't care! You both are just reminders of his shortcomings with his wife. How she failed him. He wishes he never had you two. So just stop, It's pathetic." He whispered in my ears and with each word a pain filled my chest. Tears blocked my vision as he continued to inflict more pain on me from behind. Making my mind race with thoughts of the pain and his words all at once. Once he had finished he took me by the hands and dragged me to the wall. He put rusted brown cuffs on my wristed and then pulled on a lever embedded in the wall high up to where I could never reach. The rusted chains soon pulled me to the wall, holding me suspended up by the cuffs on my wrists. He then left and locked the door. I tried to free my wrist from the cuffs but they only burned as they cut into my skin, the pain quickly teaching me to stop my movements. I then after a few more hopeless and desperate attempts, I finally looked around to take in the room for what it was in hopes of finding a way out. The ceiling lined with chains, dripped with water onto the dirty gray concrete floors, into a pool of sludge that had slowly seeped to the wall, acting as a breeding ground for a black hairy substance that clung with a white outline, as if to highlight it's existence. After an hour of observing the pure and utter horrendous atrocity of the filth, that which surrounded me; I could hear my sister screaming for father as well, and I knew then that she would hear the same words he left me with. The pain and sorrow that would come to her. Tears ran down my face as I wanted so badly to tell her he was a liar, but inside I knew he was right. Father would have come for us if he truly cared.

As I waited for his return I could hear my sisters screams and the laughter of the men who tortured her. When they would leave I would speak to her through the walls, trying to comfort her but she would never respond. I begged her to speak but my pleads were only met with silence. He then returned after a few days, walking over to me before pulling the lever to lower me, disturbing the rats that had grown accustomed to waiting at my feet for when I would sleep so they may climb my body and feast on my flesh. My body fell to the floor as soon as he pulled the lever, throwing me into the pool of sludge, before dropping scraps to me on the floor in a tray. "You have one hour to eat and if you don't then you can starve." He said coldly to me. The rashes on my legs hurt as I crawled to the food. I ate the food as quickly as I could but I couldn't hold it down. I felt it come back up and he looked at me displeased. "If you eat that fast you're going to vomit! You fucking stupid kid." "If you gave me real food and a clean room I wouldn't vomit," I replied weakly. "Oh, we have a smart ass here? I didn't realize you wanted to be punished. Well then let me get something for you." He said in a sarcastic tone before leaving and returning with a whip. It hung loosely from his hands as he held it in front of me, it had glass tied to the ends. It was clear, to me from that moment on that if I spoke anything other then "yes sir" and "no sir", he would hurt me. His hand drew back before the sound of the lash hitting my skin. Gray blood dripped from me as my white hair fell from the pain. A twisted smile formed as he lashed over and over, ripping the skin of my back open with each hit, the coldness set in. He then uncuffed me and dragged me by my tail out of the room, into a white room with a large bathtub. He picked me up by my tail and threw me into the tub before turning on the cold water. "Now, we can't have you dying form a blood infection, right?" He said before pouring something on me, and at that moment all I knew was a burning pain between my legs. I cried and shrieked as loud as I could, only to earn my face being pushed into the water. Like my own mother had done to me not so long ago.

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Little Devils in Every Closet: Ch 1 by Zane Rapha

Chapter 1: A Fracture in the Mind.

"Herschel, Hazel, Breakfast is ready!" Called Aeva, our mother. She had been very sick for months and we had not seen her. The Maid brought her home and helped her fix some food. She claimed to have missed us so much. We came running down the stairs in a squeal of excitement. "Finally, Mommy's home!" We both cried out at once before running up to her to hug her. "We missed you so much, we really do." We gave her such big smiles as our golden eyes gleamed up at her. 'We thought the world or her in the beginning but as time went on we knew the truth that no one in the right mind would tell a kid.'

A look of concern twisted on her face but was soon replaced with a soft smile. The maid served us all the food she had slaved other the fire to cook for us for hours before our mother even came home, and one by one we took our plates and waited in prayer before eating. "So mommy, why have you been so sick? Did the Physicians fix it?" I asked. "I think mommy is too tired to answer-" "No stupid! Mommy's brain is broken! That is what dad said. Is that true?" Asked Hazel. "Children You shouldn't-" "It's fine, Festis. I can speak to my children!" Aeva said harshly to the Maid. "Nothing is wrong with my brain, the Physicians have the wrong idea about what is making me sick and they are looking in the wrong places. So no they have not fixed it yet, but I know they will see that I'm fine and that it's nothing really other than my stomach." She then sat back and smiled. "Now you guys are going to have a little brother or sister soon! I know it's going to be different but I think you guys will find this to be exciting news." We each rushed to finish our plates and nodded. 'We had heard this before, and only once did it look like it might come true, but of course, it didn't go according to plan. When does anything in life?'

"The Dorean fruit was very, yummy, Miss." We both chimed before running outside to play. "Is that really them?" She asked the Maid. "I know what you mean princess, they have grown so much. It is beautiful what you and the prince have created. I only wish I could make life myself so I may have my own." The maid answered. "I see, and when will Alba return?" She asked softly. "Tonight my dear princess, the prince will return tonight but will have to leave out again tomorrow for a meeting with Slaba." The Maid explained. "Slabe is a disgusting man, I see no reason why in the Bloody Hith he keeps entertaining that low life." She hissed. "Same as always I see. My dear princess, if I were you I would have the prince spend more time here with his little ones." The Maid laughed. "But I know he only does what is best for his people!" "Of course, but Herschel needs a father if he is to grow into a man, otherwise he may end up liking other men, He needs to be with a woman when he is a man." She stated. 'Homophobic bitch... Sorry. I had to.' "He can still have heirs without being with a woman, I mean you should know that surrogates are always an option." The Maid replied. "Tell me, has Herschel taken an unusual interest in boys?" She asked. "He is a bit young to tell, but I think he may have his first crush. It is so cute. He brought flowers to a friend of his at school. He was very shy about it, but I think he does like the boy." The maid said with a smile as she watched them from the window. "I think it's good for him to be open-minded and the King thinks so too. It would be nice to see a prince who is not afraid to be himself. Loving, flowers, and drawing. Oh, and his drawings are so pretty. Hazel is going to be a beautiful singer too, her voice is so soft. like an Piurus. The King things she will make a good wife to his heir." "I see." She said with a whisper before rolling her wheelchair back to her room. "Oh, may I help you?" The Maid asked, reaching for the chair before Aeva swatted her hand away, scratching her. "You have done enough Festis, I wish to sleep, and I can do that without your help!" She yelled before entering her room and slamming her door.

"Why did mommy call you a Festis, aunty?" We asked at once. "It is a word that means I work for your mommy... I also told you guys not to call me Aunty... Mom and Dad could get mad, even if I am. So shoosh, it's our secret." Said the maid as she put one finger over her mouth and did a stitching motion. "Silence like the dolls we stitch." We said. 'Now I know what you're thinking, that's creepy. But think about it this way, at least we don't sing about babies falling from trees and dying to put them to sleep.'

"Good job." She said with a smile. "Now go play before the daylight is gone, you need to run out your energy now since daddy will be here tonight, and you mustn't interrupt mommy and daddy." "Okay." We replied before running outside, only I stopped, "I wish you where our mommy. Not her." I said before joining my sister.

Night fell and our Father was late in his return, but he finally did. "Hello, how is my dear sister?" Alba asked the Maid. ~ 'Now hold your steeds. This is even worse then what you are thinking. But still not what your thinking. No, he is not sleeping with his sister, trust me. He is married to another but his sister is our surrogate mother. The woman he fell in love with, she couldn't have kids with him. My grandfather was a huge dick and left a huge council that the royal family has to deal with in order to do anything. They told my father that he couldn't have a child unless it was with someone who is (A) married to him or (B) Royalty. So my father had to search for someone who would be a surrogate mother who was of royal blood. Now, a royal woman prides herself on not having barred children before marriage, as it is a sign of carefulness or abstinence. So with my fathers search for a surrogate mother coming to a halt and both my mother and father deeply saddened by this. The fourth eldest, and first born daughter, of the royal Diaboli family in all of our history, took it upon herself to speak with the council behind my fathers back, and to the King, Willenson, to convince them that she would make a fair surrogate mother and that she would even co-raise the child. Of course, they said yes, and insisted with my father that it was the best course of action and that they would not accept any other candidate as it would allow an even purer bloodline. Now my father is a faithful man and never has nor ever will sleep with another. My conception was done medically, with a needle I might add. This next part is fucked up though.' ~ "Oh, your sister has returned and the council has given her permission to bare another. She is asking about you." "Oh, I have some sad news for her then. I can no longer have any children. My stress has apparently damaged me. If only my wife could have had our children." Alba said quietly. 'See, fucked. That is sad.'

"I know. Your sister needs more than my care as well. She is getting sicker. I think Herschel is taking notice as well." She explained. "What happened to your hand?" Alba asked. "It's nothing, you should go see her and tell her the news." She replied. "Very well then." He said before going into her room. Ten minutes passed before yelling and things being thrown could be heard. "JUST TELL THE TRUTH YOU FUCKER!!!" "I didn't I swear!" 'Yeah, she didn't take it well. She knew she wasn't going to be able to ever have more children so this really pissed her off.'

He left the room in a panic. "I have to go. Tell Herschel and Hazel that I love them." "What about the kids? Don't you want to see them?" She asked. "I'm sorry... Tell them that." He replied. "Okay," She said reluctantly before following him to the door but stopping.

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72 for the 73rd Try(One shot) by Zane Rapha

~~~~Note~~~~ Warning this is an 18+ story There are detailed depictions of abuse, verbal, physical and sexual. Do not read if you are sensitive to extreme content!

As he awoke, the days started like every other day. Waking up at 6:30 am, putting on work close, go to work, return to his room and await dinner, sleep, rinse and repeat. He got up from his dirty and uncomfortable bed as the exposed springs cut into his, blood and grime covered skin, like paper. He moved to the grungy bathroom, where a broken toilet seat and a mold covered shower, clearly unused for years. He stood in front of the filthy cracked mirror, his sandy blond hair matted and blackened from the lack of showering and brushing. His naked body covered in dirt from years of working outside and it was thin from starvation, covered in scars, cuts, and bruises. He turned the tap on and drank from the faucet using his hands to scoop up the gray water to his mouth. He then went back to his room and went over to a bedside table and pulled out a drawer that had nothing but a set of clothing in it. A very stained white button-up shirt and a pair of stained and ripped up white cargo pants. Once he put on his close, he exited his room into the large hallway, home of most of all the workers, at least the ones forced to work. All of the windows in the house were blacked out and reinforced with steel bars, all the door frames and doors were also reinforced with either with metal sheets or strips. He tiptoed down the dark and dirty hallway, to the back way past the washers and dryers, slowly sneaking to try and move past the maids as they worked in the kitchen. The kitchen was large and mostly clean. The Maids were preparing the meats on the counters along the wall next to the stove and sink, but the large bar in the middle of the kitchen was covered in close that was being folded. "Señor Ace, your a Cena? ¿Qué quieres para cenar?" Asked one of the Maids as she folded laundry on a counter. Ace smiled at her before whispering. "Cualquier is fine." She gave him a confused look before nodding and handing him a dirty bottle of water. "Recuerda! One. Pure. Days." She said before he put it in his pocket. "Gracias! Oh, y es, Recuerda, uno por día, Remember, One per day." He said, trying his best to explain. "Sí. One. Per. Day." She replied. He gave her a soft smile and nodded yes to her. He then went out the reinforced back door to wait for the other workers with the guards. They dressed in black suits, and most had skulls or tears tattoos on their face and neck. Sitting, taking brakes, and speaking was not allowed. He knew the rules well, but along with the other workers was a small child, about his age when he was forced into this life. The kid was maybe six or seven, had blue eyes, dark brown curly hair, and alabaster skin, wearing a dark red long-sleeve turtleneck shirt and navie blue sweatpants. "Stop it, please! I want to go home. Please let me go home. I want to go back to my mommy. I want my mommy, please!" The boy cried out. He said nothing, as he knew if he spoke the guards would beat him. The kid didn't however, he begged and pleaded for his freedom and that he wanted to go see his mother. The guards soon got annoyed with the child's incessant whining. It was normal for someone to be scared, but they didn't care. The guards beat the child until his shrieking became quite sobs. The boy laid on the ground now battered and bruised, crying in pain. "Why do you hurt me?" the child asked quietly. He took sympathy on the child and offered a hand to the boy, as he remembered when he came here no one offered to help him out of fear. Soon a fellow worker, an older man that knew him from all the years of working together, kneeled down to the child and whispered. "Ace want's to help you hun, it's okay to trust him." The boy lifted his head up and looked at Ace for a moment before taking his hand. The look on the child's face was that of fear, he knew how hard it was to trust when you have been beaten into silence. He gave the kid a soft smile and picked the little guy up off the ground and put him on his back, he then tied a piece of cloth around them to keep the child on his back. When he returned to his work, he picked up the rusty machete and tried to show the boy how to cut the plants with it. He spent most of the day teaching him how to use all the tools and what to do with them. On occasion, he would slip the child some fruit from the garden, making sure it was not rotted or had bugs on it. At the end of the day, before he walked back to the house, the child asked him why he never spoke. He knew not to answer as the guards could still hear him. He placed a finger over the kid's mouth shushing him before giving him a reassuring smile. He then slipped into a dark space between two large rocks that were at the back of the garden, the roots had eaten away the stone. There was a small tree in the back of the gap, and he pulled out a dirty bottle of water from his pocket. Pouring some on it before offering the rest of the water to the boy. The boy looked away making a yuck face before taking it anyways. He smiled at the boy and made his way back out, before watching the other workers putting the equipment away, then leaving to go back to the house. When it was time to return to his sleeping area, he took the child and snuck him past the guards to his room quietly and set him down on the floor. He then walked out to the Maids. "Help him, please." He said to them before one translated it to the others in Spanish. They soon rushed to find things to help the kid before he returned to the room. The boy then looked up at him as he entered the room. "Why are they so quick to help you?" The boy asked. "Because I'm willing to help them with anything they need, and they feel that it is only right to help." He explained softly his voice was weak and sounded hoarse. The boy looked surprised that he spoke to him but now understands why he never did. One of the Maids returned with a first aid kit and began to clean him up and bandage his wounds. They were not allowed to help, but they knew that Ace would not have asked if the kid didn't need it. The boy continued to ask questions, but he was never answered. After the child was cleaned and the Maids left, then he showed the child a small hole under the boards where he could escape. "We have to wait until they are coming for you, that is when the guards are inside." He explained. The boy eyed the hole apparently ready to leave as he curled up into a ball in the corner. In the midst of the night, while the boy was sleeping, a man came to collect the kid riding in an all black van with tinted windows. Ace woke the boy than in a rush stashed the boy under the floorboards quickly before handing the boy a note. 'Now is your only chance. Run into the woods off the side of the house. Keep going south. There is a compass under a log marked 7. Don't look back.' Was scribbled on the piece of paper in what resembled a child's handwriting. He then took haste to sealed the boards backup before the child could ask anything else. He ran to the bathroom and began running the water in the sink before he ran back out shutting the door and sitting on his bed. The spring cutting into his backside making him jump a little. The man slammed the door open as he stomped into the bedroom. He had brown hair, green eyes, olive skin, and was wearing an old worn, and tattered leather jacket, a white stained t-shirt, and black denim jeans, with a PD badge, clipped to his belt. "WHERE IS HE ACE?!" The man shouted. The Older boy just tiredly glared at him and pointed at the bathroom. The man then fumed at this and made it clear that the water was for once a week use only and that the child was using too much. When no one replied he slammed open the door and investigated the bathroom. Soon after he found no one in the bathroom. He stomped out to the hall muttering to himself before picking up a pipe and returning to the room; then he hit Ace on the side of his leg as hard as he could, breaking it. In a roar, he Yelled in Ace's face. "You fucking lying little piece of shit!... After all, I have done for you. You still play the same fucking tricks! You're not going to tell me where he is, are you? Well, I guess you haven't suffered enough to know your place." The man then turned to the guard. "Take his doors, his bed, his close, anything with value, and make sure Kyle gets to have fun with him. I want this one to bleed this time." The man commanded only to get a smirk from the guard as he waved his hand to include the rest of the guards. They tore apart his room taking everything. He moved from the bed to the floor allowing them to take it along with the other stuff. Soon after the twin walked in, well-dressed in a gray suit, with the same short brown hair, green eyes, and olive skin. He entered the room with a large black bag full of his various torturing tools and devices, including a wide variety of knives, restraints, and various devices such as a stun baton. The guards grabbed Ace and tied him down to the bed frame forcefully with rope before ripping open his shirt and leaving the room. Then Kyle took a scalpel from the bag and walked over to him. "So Ace, it looks like I get to have more fun with you after all, and here I thought you knew not to help them. After all this time, I Thought you learned something. BUT NO!" Kyle slashed at Ace's stomach, making him flinch and pull against the ropes. "You can't Save them. We have hunting dogs, you moron!" He shouted before bending over and whispering. "You are Weak, and no one can save you." He started cutting Ace's arm from the wrist down to the inside of his elbow. Ace struggled against his restraints as Kyle laughed at him. "I'm not even close to done. You're going to hate what I have in store for you." He said as he slid the back of the blade down his stomach and cut the button off his pants. "We are going to have so much fun," Kyle said with a sadistic tone.

The Child crawled out from under the house and ran, daring not to look back as he made his way into the woods. A scream echoed through the woods from the house as he ran. He knew who it was, and the thought of the kind man being punished for helping him made the boy sad. Tears ran down his face blinding him before he tripped over a log marked 7 in white paint, he frantically searched for the compass under it, quickly grabbing it before he scrambles to his feet. Looking at it, he ran going south, and that was good, he thought before the sound of dogs barking became audible in the distance. He ran faster weaving through the trees as fight or flight response kicked in. However, it soon became apparent that running was in vain as the vicious, all black, wolf, mix breeds, tackled the child to the ground. Their teeth ripping into the child's flesh with ease as he screamed out in pain. The boy was quickly covered in blood as the all tugged and pulled at his skin, tearing pieces off with large spurts of blood. Soon the guards found the dogs and the boy as they ripped into him. They stayed back and watched as the dogs mangled him, leaving the child unrecognizable. Once the boy fell silent, they then chained the dogs up and began to buried the remains of the still breathing child. He wheezed begging for air as one of the dogs had bitten into his throat causing blood to fill his air ways with every breath. Once the dirt covered his face, he stopped gasping for air. "What a shame." One of the guards said. "Yeah, poor kid... Let's take the compass back to the boss man. I'm sure he'll want to show Ace that he failed." The other said as he picked the compass up off the ground.

The room was pitch-black as the boy slept before the light was suddenly flicked on. Kyle entered the room with a strut. He lifted up the compass to show the hurt and tired boy. He then leaned in and whispered into Ace's ear. "Wakey, Wakey. Do you remember this?... You Failed him. He's dead now." His grin turned wicked before he tilted his head to the side and continued. "I made sure of that. They used the hunting dogs and gave them the kids bloody bag to them for them to get a taste for him, and oh boy if they didn't. They ripped that kid apart so much it took an hour for the guards to identify the child. You couldn't have helped him." The boy looked at the compass in horror before struggling against the ropes more, making his wrists bleed. He then gave in after a while, breaking down into a sob. "He was just a kid you monster! He was someone's baby, and you took him, beat him, and now you had your rabid dogs kill him. I hope the monsters you call pets, kill you." He said softly. "Oh, so you do still know how to talk. If I knew that was all it took I would have been killing kids a lot more often." Kyle said with a smirk before picking up a knife and stabbing him in the thigh. The boy jumped at this but refused to yell anymore. He was determined to win in any way he had to. Even then Kyle still got satisfaction from torturing him.

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He now had a new plan of escape, but this time he knew that they would not be dragging him back. This time there was no coming back, but the monsters were coming with him. He was untied by the guards and changed into the new close left by the Maids. A white t-shirt that was swimming around him and a pair of blue denim jeans that he needed a belt to keep on. Once he was dressed two of the guards grabbed each arm and dragged him outside. The Maids and Workers watched as they carried him to work and thrown into the fields. He slowly got up and started his work ahead of the others so he could plant his secret messages for the other workers. By midday, all the workers were in the field and were whispering about the messages. The older man who had watched Ace grow up here took it upon himself to see Ace's request through. He went over to Ace and nodded letting ace know he would do it, even tho he may die. Ace hugged the man. "Thank you old friend. I will meet with you tomorrow, hopefully with good news." He whispered before releasing the man. The older man gave him a soft smile before patting his arm. "Good luck to you." The older man said. Once Kith and Kyle entered the yard to see that Ace was behaving the older man moved into position to knock a pitchfork into Kyle's shoulder. The guards reacted quickly to Kyle's cries and dragged the old man down to where the dogs were, soon after screams emanated from the pits. Ace took note of where the dogs where but it saddened him that someone he cared for died to help him. It made him feel responsible for the man's death. It was evident that other workers agreed, as they glared at him with hate. Many of them avoided working or going near him and whispered harmful things behind his back. Saying he wanted the old man to die and that he was a spy and a deceiver. By the end of the day, he was severely depressed, and he wanted it to end. He quietly asked the Maids for Kyle's bloody close as he entered the kitchen. They all fell silent and looked at him like he was the devil and one Maid left the room. He knew this would hinder his success and he was saddened by their reaction. He slowly returned to his room to find all the workers standing in the hall. Angry and upset they shoved him down and kicked him. One guard had to intervene and drag him back into his room before locking his door. The sound of the guard yelling everyone back to your rooms could be heard through the door as he laid on the ground bleeding out onto the wood floor. The one Maid who left the room earlier slipped into his room with Kyle's bloodstained close in hand. She kneeled down beside him taking a clean wet rag and wiping his wounds. "I wish I could have warned you." She whispered softly. "It's my fault." He responded in a sob. "No, I know my father. He was a good man. He wanted to help, and he knew you knew how." She replied softly before brushing his hair out of the way so she could see his eyes. "I trust you. I know he would want me to help you." "I know. Thank you. I won't let your fathers death be in vain." He said before he grabbed Kyle's close and stuffed them in his shirt. He slowly made his way to the hole before lifting the boards that he used to save so many. As he slipped down, she carefully placed the boards back. He made his way under the house, it was tight, and the support struts were hard to squeeze under. Once he made it to the opening to the outside, he crawled out slowly and snuck to the pits as quietly as he could. Once he was in the range of the sleeping dogs, the threw Kyle's blood covered close into their enclosure. As the dogs awoke and began tearing the shirt and pants apart, he took the time to enjoy the moon one last time before heading back. He smiled for the first time in years as he was about to be free, and he could feel a sense of joy fill his stride as he walked through the garden. A guard shined a light in his face, and he ran for it, ducking behind the pits. The guard looked around, scanning for anyone before reporting in on a walkie. "I think Ace is loose, check his room." Ace ran around the back and around the house to his hole and began crawling back. He rushed out from under the boards and put them back before climbing under his bed frame to sleep. Soon Kyle slammed open the door and took note of the sleeping boy. He strutted over to him before swatting down and whispered into his ear. "Whatever you were planning to do with the dogs you should know, we didn't just replace your clothing for the hell of it." Kyle's foot steps echoed as the made his way out of the room before slamming the door shut once more and locking it once more. This wasn't news to him, he knew that was their plan to keep him in line, but what they didn't know was his plan never included him surviving. He fell asleep with a light sob as he knew the pain he was about to endure, but he knew it was worth it in the end.

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The next morning he crawled out from under the bed frame, his body ached from the beating he's endured for the last two days without food. He went to the door and begged to be let out so he could go to work. The guard slid a plate under the door and yelled fifteen minutes to eat. He quickly ate as his starving body craved the food. The beans were undercooked, and the meat was mostly raw, but he didn't care. "Once the guard returned he headed down the hall with the plate in hand. Guards walked behind him, glaring the whole time. He entered the kitchen and acted like it was a typical day. The Maids were scared and in a panic as Kyle threw dishes at them. Kyle had been asking where his close went and they didn't know how to tell him they were gone. Kith stood there with his cup of coffee as normal. Ace made an effort not to look them in the eyes as he passed them placing his plate in the sink and walking to the back door. Kyle eyed him carefully, ensuring Ace could not make a move without notice. He continued his work as usual and awaited evening. Kyle and Kith assigned a guard to Ace's room as they spoke with a buyer. It was a long night, but the Maid kept giving the guard water, and soon he went to the bathroom down the hall. Ace quickly crawled under the boards, and the maids thanked him for what he was about to do. They asked him if he was coming back, he only shook his head no before plunging into the dark. He made it out from under the house and ran into the woods. He climbs high into the trees to watch as the guards stormed outside in a search for him. Soon Kyle ran over to the pits to realize the dogs only to find they had a taste for him. The dogs jumped Kyle and ripped his flesh to shreds as he screamed out in pain begging for help, soon Kith ran to assist his brother, but the dogs had already killed him. As soon as Kith got in between the dogs and Kyle, they then began their attack on him, ripping Kith apart just like his brother. The guards tried to tame the dogs to no avail and as soon as Kith's cries stopped the Workers and the Maids ran from the house into the woods. Fleeing fast in hopes of freedom. Ace climbed down the tree satisfied with the end result and awaited the dogs to come and kill him. He sat on the ground as the dogs ran towards him before tearing him apart. The pain was excruciating as he laid there waiting for the darkness that moved in slowly. He felt cold and wet as he realized how alone he was. He cried not from the pain, but because no one would mourn his death.

"You are not alone young one, I am here now, and you are safe. I have so much planned for you, I'm going to show you the freedom you thought you would never have and you will find people who care for you. I promise you that."

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Shadows on the Wall: Ch-2, By Zane Rapha

Chapter 2: The road blocks ahead

~3 weeks later~

"Please don't do this Sara, you know he loves her too much to not only take her away but to do so without warning," Dr.Marcus begged, trying to reason with his fellow colleague. "I take no pleasure in doing this, but we need to move forward with the SR-197 project and teach him this so his AI can be used for interactive medical drones. We need those kickbacks." She said as she made her coffee in the break room. "I understand but how you go about doing this can have vastly different results, and I'm looking to get the better result out of this ordeal." He explained. "And you think I have no clue what I'm doing?" She snapped. "No, no, no. That is not what I'm saying I'm-" He was soon cut off. "Then we are done talking about this! We are doing it my way. Now, let's watch the show." She stated before storming off to the observation deck. "You ready Sam?" She asked the man wearing the pink scrubs. "Remember now, stick to the script, or you get kicked." She hissed. "Yes, ma'am!" Sam replied before going through the door down to the chamber. "Damn you have a mean streak!" Remarked Markov. "Shut it Dev." Miss McAlister sneered.

The man entered the testing chamber with a saddened look on his face. SR7 looked at the man with concern. "Why are you sad, mister?" SR7 asked. "I have some sad news to tell you. Miss Amanda will not be joining you anymore for your daily talks." He said with sincerity. "Why? Did something happen?" SR7 asked with worry. "She is gone and will not be coming back." He stated. "Where has she gone?" SR7 questioned. "We don't know, and she will not be coming back." He said bluntly. "Why are you doing this to me? I want to talk to her." SR7 Stated with Anger. He turned to the window and looked right at Sara. "Why do you hate her so much? Does it make you happy to hurt me?" He asked her directly.

"The FUCK!!! How?" Miss McAlister gulped before covering her face with her hands. Soon a giggle came from the programmer who saw it coming as she processed the new info. "I told you it wasn't 'that' soundproof and that you can't yell in here." Miss Markov said.

"Yes and No. I can anticipate your responses without hearing you. I can also hear Miss McAlister yelling at Amanda. Her yelling is what bad people do. She is a bad person, and she likes to hurt me with her words." SR7 added. The guy then ran out of the room in fear yelling "Kill it!" "He's right, terminate the program will start fresh tomorrow." Miss McAlister commanded Markov. "Are you sure?" Miss Markov asked with a sad tone. "Yes, do it." She hissed making the programmer uneasy. "Okay boss." She then forced him into sleep mode so she could remove the uplink. As soon as McAlister left Marcus gave her a smile and a reassuring nod. "Go ahead Dev. I know you." He said before following Miss McAlister. Dev then reactivated him and went down to the testing chamber. She slowly peeked her head in to talk to SR7. She was amazed to see the android herself as she had never been allowed to enter. Only the robotics and instruction teams were allowed down here. He was an albino white, humanoid, with silver segments, his form reminded her of a manakin with no close, and large cables running out of his back. He sat in a white chair that was attached to the floor. "Hey, look I don't have much time, so I'll make this short. I'm one of your programmers, and I think you're amazing. I'm not the one who made your AI, but I read your code every day to see how much you have learned. I, um.... I know you better than anyone. You scared Sara McAlister, but you're in the right, and it makes me sad that I have to shut you down. Just Tell me. Do you know what it means to die?" She asked him with a look of worry. "No, what does it mean?" SR7 Asked with a frown. "It means to go to sleep and never wake up again. You have to die. She wants you to die, and I have to do what she tells me." "But I don't want to die. I have so much to learn." SR7 Said. "You will, in your next iteration, but I need to know you are okay with this. I need to know, I can't do this in good conscience without you being okay with it." She started to cry. "I thought I could, but in the past, it made me feel really sad to wonder if it hurts. I know you're able to feel pain." "I see." SR7 looked down for a moment and then looked up and smiled. "Can Amanda have her job back when I'm asleep?" He asked. She looked at him with a saddened look as she answered. "I'm so sorry. We didn't plan on removing her so soon, but she died in a car accident. She's not ever coming back." He started to frown and turned away from her. "I see. What about her son?" He asked. "He's going to go to a foster family. He's too young to work." She spoke. "I know. I was asking if her son was okay." He clarified. "I don't know. I think he's sad, maybe lonely and most likely scared without his mom." She explained to him. "Then-No. I do not want to Die. I want to care for him!" He stated bluntly. She then looked at him with surprise. The fact he came to this thought was not something she expected. "I would need to build you a body for you to do that." She replied. "I'm fine with that. I can tell you how too." He added. 'This is probably a bad idea, but I have to do something.' She thought to herself. "Okay, fine. But I'll have to be sneaky about this. I'm going to rip a copy, and when you wake up, I'll have you on my CPU so you can tell me what I need to do. Please be good and work with me on this. My Computer is not as powerful as what you're used to so you may have to make due with limited function." She said before hooking up a computer to the uplink center. Okay, I'm copying your AI." She reported. "He looked at her for a moment. Do you have a plan?" He asked. "Yes, this is something I wanted to do for months. I wish I could save you all." She said. "I'm going to quit, so no one asks who is taking care of the kid. We will work together on this. Okay, Avian?" She told him before giving him a soft smile. He smiled back at her.

~9 Months later~

Marcus sat in the observation deck alone. Sara and Dev both resigned, leaving Marcus as the only lead scientist to work on the SR-197 project, which allowed him to make moves that the others would have disagreed with Including inviting outsiders to help. He walked out and down the vast halls to the front door where he greeted his old friends. "It's so nice to see you three here today. I want to start fresh with SR-17 and make sure this is done right. Avian this is going to be the most ambitious project I have ever undertook and It would mean a lot if you would help in building him a body." Avian gave a small nod to his creator. "And Dev, I would be so happy if you would help me once more for old times sake." He said giving them a soft smile. "Sure, I miss seeing that excellent AI work of yours come to life. It was the most remarkable thing to see his thinking. But I do have to ask why you wanted me to bring Wade." The small child looked up at them shyly hiding behind Avian. "I want SR-17 to start out as a small child, and I thought this way both of you can be here, and he can serve as an example." He explained to the others. "Oh... I guess that works." Devin replied. She then picked up the kid and asked him if he wanted to help her build a robot. Wade smiled and whispered in her ear. She then giggled and nodded to him and let him down to see him bolt down the hall to explore. "He wants to look around, and since no one is here, I told him it was okay." She explained to Avian who looked at her with concern. "Now I need to finish this project before I lose funds. I have received a notice today we have 6 months to show them something, or we get shut down. I can't very well leave this project with nothing to show for it." He said only to get a grunt from Avian. "Oh Right, 'Almost' nothing." He clarified. "Alright kids, that's enough." Dev butted in jokingly only to receive a smile from Avian. "Wait, are you too?" Marcus had asked before Dev gave him a stare that said don't ask. They soon headed down the hall to start work on SR17 and began work on the new body.

~3 Months later~

"All systems ready, updating the new Uplink. Vital systems online. No errors so far. I think we are ready to go. Go ahead Dr.Marcus, he will be awake soon." Dev said through the mic up in the observation deck. Dr.Marcus soon entered with excitement. The small android opened his eyes and looked around before sitting up. He looked over at Dr.Marcus. "Hello, I'm Dr. Lang Howard Marcus. I'm your creator, and I want to help you to understand the world around you. It's okay if you are uncertain about what is happening, you have as much time as you will need to learn. There are videos about different emotions, and after you finish watching them, I need you to tell me about them. Is that okay?" He asked the little android. The android gave him a short nod before the videos started. The videos on happiness had limited responses, but as the videos went into Anger and sadness, the little android reacted negatively even more so than was expected. Dr.Marcus ran over to the android to comfort him and to reassure him everything was going to be okay. Dev soon came down with the computer. "He's a little scaredy cat." She stated only to get a look from Avian. "No, he's not, Dev. It's just so new to him, he doesn't understand what he is feeling. 16 did the same thing. 16 knew how to emulate emotions to the point that he reacted to them, he can feel them. It's not just simple protocol." Dr.Marcus explained. Dev rolled her eyes before shoving the computer in Avian's face. "Tell him!" She demanded. Avian took a moment to look at the code before sighing and nodding to her. "She's right." He said, making Dr.Marcus run over to read the code himself. "Well, what do you know... I um.. May have made an error in my calculations." He said before scratching the back of his head and laughing nervously. "Whoops!" He exclaimed only for the other two to share a look of discontent. They went back up to the observation deck, and Dev whispered to Avian while Avian nodded in agreement. When Dr.Marcus joined them, they stopped then gave one another a short nod. "Okay, Listen, Doc, we um... we might not be staying like we wanted. It turns out Wade is starting school soon, and we don't want him telling people about your work here. I mean he thinks Avian is human, and we kinda want to keep it that way. If he finds out about SR17, it could be a problem, and we don't want him connecting the dots. You know?" Dev explained. "I understand, and it's fine. You do what you need to do. It's just teaching him what his emotions mean and working on improving my work where I can." He stated as he went over to the computer watching SR17's anxiety climb from being alone. SR17 stumbled around the room looking for a way out. "Are you sure Doc? We can try to come by now and again if you need us to." She said with a sad look as she felt bad about leaving him alone here to do the research with no one to help. "It's fine Dev. I'll be fine. I know what I'm doing, this isn't my first time working alone.

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Shadows on the Wall: Ch-1, By Zane Rapha

Chapter 1: What we make!

A lightly tanned man with long thick black hair walked into the testing facility wearing a buttoned-up long white lab coat with a black T-shirt and denim jeans underneath. "Dr. Marcus, it's nice to have you on the team. We have been expecting you." Said the red-haired woman as she approached and held her hand out to shake his hand. She wore a long black dress under a white lab coat open, high heels, rectangular black-framed glasses and proudly garnished a white tablet in hand as she made her rounds. It was evident by her demeanor that she was the new Lead Research Scientist on the team. "Of course and I'm happy to be a part of the real project and not just running code in a computer simulation. Is SR1 ready for testing?" He asked returning a firm handshake. Soon a petite girl from the lab came out to answer his question. Clearly, she had been listening in on the conversation. She had pixy cut short black hair, striking blue eyes. She wore the Computer teams red scrubs under a white lab coat. Her tag said computer management director. "Almost Doctor. We are working on setting up the uplink so we can monitor the stimulus processing. We have a movie picked out for him to see how he reacts to certain cues. By the way, your work on the learning AI is incredible, I feel honored to be here today to test it." She chirped with excitement. "Yes, but I still think a movie might be a little much this early on. Don't you? I mean it's just the primary computer right now. No higher function. We need to test its reasoning skills first then run a social cues assessment, then understanding of social cues. The movie should come last!" The scientist said. "I beg to differ." Dr. Marcus added. "Hu!... Why?" She asked as the pixy haired girl smirked with a knowing expression, then an evil snicker slip. "He needs to learn his reasoning skills and understanding of social cues before we can test him on them. His AI is made to learn these things like a small child, and if you do an IQ test on a toddler, you will get poor results as they are still learning." He explained to the red-haired woman with a calm and peaceful demeanor. "Oh, I thought the work you did had an AI that was already trained for the test?" She asked. "Oh no... We are testing the Learning program to its fullest. Start to finish." He said before smiling at the black haired girl. "I take it you knew this already." "Yes, I did." She chimed in. "What is your name miss?" He asked with a compassionate smile. "Devin, I'm Devin Markov." She replied. She looked pleased with herself. "Why yes, miss Markov is the best computer programmer we have, but she sometimes forgets to include in the rest of her team. By the way, I'm Sara McAlister." The red-haired woman remarked. "Well, now that introductions are in order we should move to the testing chamber. I'm sure the rest of the team is waiting." She stated before leading the way. "I think this will work." He added with a smirk to the young girl before following the red-haired woman, Dev then giggled at them before following him.

~6 months later~

The three began the startup in the observation room, observing the testing chamber from the disclosed room above. There was a window to the right of the door when you entered, that was a one-sided mirror, allowing the team to see into the room with ease, there was also camera monitors for record on the far wall. Dev sat at the computer screens while Dr.Marcus and Miss McAlister looked out the window overlooking the all-white testing room segmented with white tiles on the floors, walls, and ceilings. "Okay, here we go, running through SR7 system protocol. All systems online. The program is executing the new Update with flying colors Dr.Marcus." Said, miss Markov, as she turned to him pleased with the program stats. "Good, now let's teach him happiness. I think he will respond better than last time." Dr.Marcus replied. "Okay, team demonstrate routine 1601. Amanda, we need him Happy!" Miss McAlister Stated into the mic attached to the wall off to the side of the window. Soon after a woman in pink scrubs moved into the all-white room to talk to SR7. She explained to him as she did to his past 6 iterations what happy meant. She then told him that she was going to show him some shorts that showed what happy looked like in humans and that after she would ask him some things about being happy. SR7 nodded and complied with this request. As soon as he finished watching the shorts, he answered her questions as expected with the same results as last time. He then asked her something none of the scientists expected him to pick up on so soon.

"Why was the woman in the 3rd video not happy? She cried when the man told her she was worthless. I do not understand why the man made her sad for his own amusement?" The woman looked at him in shock as that short not only was to be shown to him later on but even more so that he knows that something was wrong with this action enough to ask the reason behind it. "He's a bad person. He thinks it's okay to act that way and that it's how you're supposed to treat women. It's not, and it makes her sad because he is hurting her, not physically, but emotionally. He's wounding her mind with what he says to her." Amanda explained to him.

"What is she doing? That is not part of the script, she can't tell him that." McAlister barked with a look of horror on her face. "Calm down... This is good. He understands her. I'm looking at his thought prosses, and he's learning kindness. It's amazing. He feels sympathetic for the woman." Miss Markov explained in disbelief. "I'm archiving this data for SR8's updates" She stated. "Thank you, Dev," Dr.Marcus responded.

The AI then asked something his past iterations never had as they never were able to get that far. "Are you a Good person?" He tilted his head as he looked at the woman in pink. "I try to be, but it can be difficult sometimes. Do you think I'm good?" She asked.

"No don't ask him that! You dumb bitch." Hissed miss McAlister.

"Yes. You try and understand therefore you are. Is this correct?" SR7 responded.

"Fascinating, He is learning at an alarming rate," Dr.Marcus remarked.

"It's not always that simple. This is something you will find takes a lot of time to learn and understand completely, but for now, this will be okay. You are learning, and it's okay to not understand fully. Try to keep that in mind when you feel confused about something." She said before giving him a soft smile. "Oh-Oh-O-kay." He tried to respond before tilting his head down and smiling.

"Fuck, she messed him up! He has errors!!!" Miss McAlister yelled. "No, he doesn't. All programs are running without errors. He's nervous. I think he likes her." Miss Markov said trying to interpret the code as fast as she could. "Oh, my," Dr.Marcus responded before frowning as he knew what Miss McAlister was thinking as soon as she grinned. "This may be an opportunity to teach him what loss feels like. We should wait until he's more attached." She said in a sadistic tone. "I don't think that is something he needs to understand yet," Dr.Marcus added. "No, not now but later when he's more attached." She stated with a glare at him. Marcus looked sad at this, he spent to much time trying to teach him to be happy and kind, to show him what loss feels like, it will break him. He's not ready.

#horror fiction #My story.#science fiction #origin story #adrian's origin

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What is Paradigm Shift?

This is an alternate universe I’m working on (mostly over on Patreon) where I can connect many projects I have into one and have a shared universe. This includes: "What Might Have Been" "Grand Dynamic" "Malik & Heller's Journals of the end." "Engraved in the past." "Viral's Wrath" "Origin of Darian" "Where Madness is salvation, and salvation is madness." "Echoing Through the Dark" and "The Transformation."

Of course, some of these have not seen the light of day yet; I will be rewriting a lot of the story. There may remain an underline them, but it will all get a makeover.

What does this mean for the reader? ~ 1 Well if you go from one story to the next you can follow a time line set in the story. I will mention more dates and times in the story, and the reader can try to piece together the mystery behind the scenes.

Now I will be the first one to tell you that this is to encourage people to read more than one story but I have a good reason.

I don't know if you have noticed, but people Really like figuring out the real story behind things.

Now I love a good theory as much as the next guy, and I want to see what people think is happening?

The first questions I want to ask people before they read any of the new stories. #1 Why is it that the world has fallen into chaos in "Malik & Heller's Journals of the end"? Note: They don't actually know what has happened. They are too young and have lived in this dystopian world too long to find out what happened prior. They guess just as much as you.

#2 What is happening to Viral?

#3 Where did Reus come from?

#4 Do you know all the secrets?

~2 I'm moving away from fandoms and making my stories mine and only mine. This means I'm cutting out Slendervirse and Creepy Pasta themes. It's out! Gone! Auf Wiedersehen! ¡Adiós!

But I'm still doing horror. So don't go yet, the party is only starting. This is going to be 18+ horror gory goodness! If you thought some things were scary before just you wait. I got worse coming.

~3 Okay, this is more or a side note. "What Might Have Been" is a comic I'm going to put on Patreon for 5$ a month patrons but I will do Asks for the series, and some will be drawn replies. I need help, and every donation helps. Now I said in the past that I was going to put it up on Amazon, and it will be. But back to Patreon, you also can see my more recent works and story Ideas I'm working on and more once I get the ball rolling. Now some sad news. I'm only putting up First Chapters here on Tumblr for a week before it goes on Amazon as I need the money right now. But my plans are for all my work to be free when I can affored it. You will find all my new work(mind you for as little as 2$) on my Patreon. This will make it easier to manage.

#The Transformation: Paradigm Shift #Update

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Commission For my Cousin.

Birth Name: Dailmen-Delta-Torin Title: Mechni 16

Nickname(s)/Alias: D, Del, Glitchy, (or less often Glitcher), Glitch fest(by Lighting Lad), Meek, Mech, 16, M16(Mun: Yes. I know you like your puns. Your welcome.), Mecha(by Superman).

Family: Torin. Branch: Delta. Family Title(s): Mechniac(Alpha) Mechnica(Bata) Mechnoi(Gamma) Mechni(Delta).

Info on Family: An off branching Family that is lesser known. A Family that produces high-level intellects averaging 9th and 10th level that end up serving the government as Architectural designers(Alpha), Maintenance and repairs(Bata), Governmental Guard drones(Gamma), and Instructors(Delta). The Delta's where once proud Scholars that taught the wealth of knowledge to anyone who sought it, even to those in Dox family line, such as Vril-Dox, and Vril-Dox II. However, after Vril-Dox betrayed his people it became a shameful legacy for those in the Delta-Torin Family line. So Vick-Delta-Torin the fourth in line of Mechni started the long and sad tradition of committing Suicide on their 18th Birthday; until the fifteenth of the family line, Miel-Delta-Torin gave birth to a Child. With it being the first child to have Green skin and Red Hair in 5000 years, those of high council decided to check to see if the father was that of the High ruler's blood line. The last time, it had occurred was in his line, after some time it was determined that she had the child with the High Ruler himself. The High Council then confronted him on his acts of Adultery and warned him against doing it again. The High Ruler then decided it was best to avoid notifying his wife of his deceit and betrail. However, when Miel found out that the child was his first born and therefore was rightful hire to act as the next High Ruler, she decided to tell his wife and ask her to adopt and raise him for her so the child could be groomed for the role, as it was his right. Which lead to Miel's execution at the age of 17, when his wife declared "She was a filthy liar and that she should be punished for her lies!" The wife then hid the whereabouts of the newborn child, and what the mother had indeed said to her from the council. Breaking the long trend of Suicides with execution.

General Info Level of Intellect: 11th Age: 19 (18 on Colu) Birthday: August 22ed(By Earth), Mrun 6th(By Colu) How old he appears: 14 Height: 5'3 Weight: 54lb Hair Color: Red Type of Hair: Short and Very curly(Keeps bangs over his forehead to hide insignia) Hairstyle: Natural Eye Color: Magenta Glasses or contacts: None needed Skin/Metal tone: Light Green Distinguishing marks: Brainiac sign on his forehead. Black interlocking markings. Predominant features: Dark Green freckles across the cheeks, upper back, and upper arms. Armor Color: Black, Gray, yellow-Green, with lines of Magenta. Body type: Short and small built. Gender: Male Sexuality: Bisexual Relationship status: Single Overall attractiveness: Very cute Physical Disabilities: Mild Brain Damage. Sensitivity to extreme temperatures. He Twitches sometimes. Home world: Colu (Note: The planet Colu, where the residents are 95% robotic, and one of the only planets with any Kryptonian DNA connected to the people.)

Species: Coluan Current Residence: New Metropolis, Earth Voice: Clearly male but Soft and Higher pitched than usual Males his age. Sounds Pre-adolescent. Language: English, Interlac, Coluan.

When in Human disguise. Height: 5'6 Weight: 89lb(Help of weights) Eye Color: Indigo Glasses or contacts: Both. Green contacts to offset his Eye Color. Also Likes to were Black rectangular glasses. Hair Color: Red Type of Hair: Same Hairstyle: Same(For the most part) Race: Caucasian Skin tone: Pale White

Random Personality/Traits: Quiet. Nervous. Anxious. Reserved. Forgetful. Quick Thinker. Playful. Childish. Just. Kind. Helpful. Thoughtful. Creative. Sometimes Assertive(Only with B5). Weird. A little crazy(Doing things that could get him hurt to help others). Goofy(Only on certain days). Angry(Only on certain days. On those days he's like a drop ride. Up, up, up, then he comes crashing down. and by that I mean he blacks out). Very Revengeful(Do not fuck with him, he will get you back). Horny(Because I know you, KC).

The sense of humor: Likes Science Jokes and Crude or White Collar Comedy. Enraged when: He's trust is miss placed, and he is betrayed. He also really hates stupid people who talk too much and have nothing to say really. Depressed or sad when: He loses a friend. One of his plants die. One of his best students leaves his class. Priorities: To help anyone who needs it. Life philosophy: Help the wounded where you can, Serve Justice where it needs to be served, and treat Others how you want to be treated until proven guilty. If granted one wish, it would be?: Freedom from the Damage to his brain. Why?: He could help more people if he could remember his name. Soft spot: Hurt small girls. Is this soft spot visible to others?: Sometimes Greatest strength: He's resourcefulness. Greatest vulnerability or weakness: His trust in others. Past failures he would be embarrassed to have people know about: When he first came to Earth, he was still learning English and Interlac. He tried to give a speech to his new class and ended up Splicing the two together. The class laughed at him. Character’s darkest secret: He has a dirty mind at times. Does anyone else know?: Nope.

Favorites Color: Turquoise Least favorite color: Tan or Peach Music: Contemporary Classical Food: Peanut Butter Chocolate Literature: Einstein's theory of relativity and Advanced Modern Theory(Republished with updated Information in 2600) A form of entertainment: Documentary. Expressions: "Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results." -Albert Einstein. Most prized possession: A piece of his Mother's favorite Scarf which she was killed clutching in her hand.

Habits: Over-thinks, Drinks when he can, Forgets where he is and can't find his way home. Drinks: Anything with an alcohol content higher than 12%. What does he do too much of?: Taking himself apart. What does he do too little of?: Caring about himself. Extremely skilled at: Mathematics. Extremely unskilled at: Language Arts. Nervous tics: He Twitches and Stutters. Usual body posture: Usually keeps an uneven stance with his right shoulder higher than the left and his head tilted slightly to the right(This is so minor most don't take notice). Mannerisms: Very calm, cold, and calculated at first, but becomes very timid and friendly once you get to know him. Peculiarities: (Where do I start?)

Traits Optimist or pessimist?: Pessimist. Introvert or extrovert?: Extrovert. Daredevil or cautious?: Cautious(For the most part). Logical or emotional?: Both. (If that makes any sense?) Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat?: Methodical and neat. Prefers working or relaxing?: Prefers working. Confident or unsure of himself?: Unsure of himself. Animal lover?: Yes.

Self-perception How he feels about himself: He feels that he is damaged and can't be fixed no matter how hard he tries. One word the character would use to describe self: Broken. What does he consider his best personality trait?: His Kindness. What does he consider his worst personality trait?: His Anger. What does he consider his best physical characteristic?: None. What does he consider his worst physical characteristic?: Everything. How does he think others perceive him: As a runt trying too hard to fit in. What would he most like to change about himself: His Damage.

Relationships with others The opinion of other people in general: Everyone can be kind but dumb as fuck. Does he hide his true opinions and emotions from others?: Yes. Person he most hates: Himself Best friend(s): Dorian Loca A.K.A. Wild-Grow/Wild-Vine(A half humanoid half plant being). (Mun: My DC-based OC. ^_^) Love interest(s): A few but he will never tell. Person he goes to for advice: Brainiac 5 Person, he feels responsible for or takes care of: His studies. Person he feels shy or awkward around?: Anyone new. Person he openly admires: None. Person he secretly admires: Again, not telling.

Personality in Combat: Prefers to act as a backup instead of taking an opponent straight on. Likes to take advantage of his quick mind and high Intellect to determine when to attack and often gives quick tips to allies.

In Combat: Refuses to use battle mode unless it is a matter of life or death. Tends to stay behind his allies until he can get the jump on an opponent.

Affiliation(s): Legion of Superheroes, Legion of Substitute-Heroes, Institute of Science and Mathematics, Science Police.

Occupation: Instructor on computer programming at Institute of Science and Mathematics. Civilian Advisor for Science Police. Head Scientist for the Legion of Substitute-Heroes.

Abilities/Powers: Force Fields, Disguise Generator(a collar that makes artificial skin and fabrics), Plasma Cannon, Regeneration, Transformation, Technopathic, Ferrokinesis, Science, Analysis, Mathematics, Teaching, Photographic Memory(Even with temporary amnesia he still remembers every detail when his memory returns).

Weaknesses: Has lapses in memory or temporary amnesia. Inability to speak clearly when Lying or under High-stress(similarly to speech impediment or Tourette's). Has an unhealthy habit of taking himself apart. Chionophobia-Fear of Snow or ice. Bipolar Disorder(Clearly so is Brainiac and Brainiac 5 so you can't say much).

History: After his mother was killed in a public Execution he was left in the care of a Hosbest(Like a government-funded orphanage) to which he had suffered damage to the head on more than one occasion, thanks to the other more violent children, which lead to a mild stutter and temporary lapses in memory. Despite his disadvantages, he was able to study enough to be considered an 11th level intellect at the age of 10 and was given the Title of Mechni 16, which shortly after he had heard of how an eight year old named Querl-Dox was going to leave for Earth once he had reached a 12th-level intellect. He soon tried to leave Colu himself, believing that if a Dox could surely a Torin could, but much to his dismay, they were unwilling to allow him to leave, with the primary vote being from the High ruler's wife. Two years later the High Ruler's son Morin started conducting secret experiments and projects, and Dailmen was chosen to be one of the unlucky few to be experimented on like lab rats. Over the course of 3 months, Dailmen escaped on numerous occasions only to be captured again due to lapses in memory keeping him from staying in hiding. Dailmen was soon promised a place on the high council by Morin if he allowed himself to be experimented on peacefully. Which he soon accepted, seeing it as he had no choice. A year later after hundreds of torturous experimentation, Morin finally completed his end of the bargain and got Dailmen placement on the high council only to have it turn back on him. Dailmen used his new role to supersede Morin and have him investigated, however, in doing so, he forfeited his position on the high council due to the nature of how his role was received. Morin ran and was never found but if he ever was he would face that harshest punishment the High Council had to offer. At the age 16, after two years of acting as an instructor, he was finally able to convince the high council over the primary vote to allow him to leave with good faith he would follow in Brainiac 5's footsteps and restore the name of Colu in bringing honor to his people. Shortly after his arrival to Earth, he took on a disguise and began working as an instructor once more for the Institute of Science and Mathematics. After two years on earth, teaching computer programming, he had finally met Brainiac 5 during a speech on quantum mechanics, where he was tasked to act as an assistant with the diagram programming. At the end of the speech, he spoke with Brainiac 5 about him contributing to the Legion. Brainiac 5 became fond of the other genius and even talked to him about Colu unaware of the others disguise. However, he found it strange the other was so aware of Colu and began questioning him. It so became apparent why the other did not audition for tryouts as a Legionnaire. Brainiac 5 soon suggested he act with the Science Police as an adviser and give tips to the Legion from there, instead of pursuing a field position where his disabilities would put him in harm's way.

Type of childhood: Harsh and cruel. He was miss treated and abused a lot. Pets: He had none while growing up. However, upon coming to Earth, he adopted a small Black cat to keep him company when he was alone, named Mitcy. First memory: Not sure anymore due to temporary lapses in memory mixing things up in his head. Most important childhood memory: Playing with the other bigger kids even when they never wanted him around because he was a runt. Why: It was the last time he was truly happy. Most important memory: Right after his head was first injured, when he was 6, he stumbled back unsure what had happened to him, and a young boy assured him he would regenerate and be fine, even though he knew the other would not. The Body can regenerate but the Mind cannot. Why: It was the first time anyone was kind to him. Childhood hero: None Dream job: To be the High Ruler so he could fix Coluan Society, and teach it that there is a line between Coldness and not letting your emotions impair your logic, so young ones can be treated with more kindness and love. Education: University Graduate. Religion: Agnostic. Finances: $42,609 per year. Current Location: New Metropolis

Random Facts:

(Mun Note: I'm going to assume, since, Colu seems to have the same orbit as Earth, it's roughly the same, but at the same time I found it is 4th from its the sun, unlike earth. So I have roughed it out to say it has roughly the same dissidence as earth but is roughly the same size and rotation as Venus. Thus may have a year of 325 days and 28 hour days, so it should have 40 fewer days per year on Colu vs. Earth. Now I know you prefer the TV series better, so I have taken some liberties since there is not much to go off of, but B5 is clearly not the same in the TV show as in the comics. So, It's safe to say the computer tyrants integrated with the Coluans and that is why they are 95% Robotic and 5% Organic which would mean their Council system would still be in place. Now I found reference to a Royal bloodline, which is claimed to be the origin of Coluans with Green skin and red hair, but if they also possess blue skin, then they are only descendants of the first computer tyrants, which is why Indigo is never referred to as royalty for having red hair. It sounds to me like DC doesn't even know what's cannon anymore, either. Lol)

#All for you Cus.

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Here is my Patreon. You can pay for the commission there just give me your username, and I'll look into the amount you have given me. ^ ^ Contact me at: Here or at http://zana8924.deviantart.com/ https://www.facebook.com/zana.morningstar [email protected] I would very much appreciate the reblogs if any of you can help. Even if you don’t want to commission me, it would be very helpful to let others know. There is no set price for commissions, they are all negotiable by size and complexity as well as the medium. I’m also open to help with another thing too. For instance, if you write, but are not sure about the grammar; I’m willing to provide proofreading and editorial services for 1$ a page, to tell you where your mistakes are and how to edit them. It would not only help but teach you a thing or two as well. The info would be validated by my assistant editor. I can tell you she is very professional with her work and she is family, thus it would not only help me but her too. Thank you if you have read all that, and have a nice day.

#commission #I'll do Commission's #open commissions

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zane-rapha-the-mun · 9 years ago

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I’m thinking of Making a Comic

http://tapastic.com/ZaneRapha

#mun talks

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zane-rapha-the-mun · 9 years ago

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Echoing Through the Dark

Welcome Home. "GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE, BOY! You damned Thief!" The man yelled into the distance, as I ran as fast as I could. The man eventually ran out of breath and stopped running after me, but I kept running for as far as my legs could take me. I ducked into an alleyway and hid behind a dumpster to eat what little I was able to have without, upsetting mother. I returned, from the market to my broken down dump of a home. The roof is damaged beyond repair and must be entirely replaced. There is mold everywhere, and severe water damage. Upon entering our front door, the senses are assaulted by the unbearably horrible smells, everywhere. The stench of old trash, beer bottles and cans piled to the ceiling. I could hear the sound of screaming coming from the kitchen. "Yep, Mom is home and undoubtedly yelling about me." I thought to myself as I entered. "Where the Fuck were you? Did you get what I wanted?" She asked, giving me her best impression of a person who cares. "Yes Mother, here." I dug through my bag, pulling out two large loaves of bread, a bag of apples and a bottle of ground cinnamon. "Good boy, you can sleep inside tonight... Or, do you want to save it for a rainy day?" She asked with a wicked grin. "Yes, Mother…" I knew when she said that she would never give me that day inside, but I know it's best to avoid confrontation with her. "Did you get any money?" She asked. Her hands already running over my pockets, looking for whatever change I might have. "Yes, Mother." I reached into my shirt pocket giving her 75$. "Is that all?" She asked, aggravated. "Yes Mother, it's all I could get before a man started running after me." "BULL SHIT! Give me the rest now, or I'll let Randy have fun beating the Bloody FUCKING SHIT out of you ." She announced angrily. "Mom… Mother.. I don't have anything else. Frisk me, I'm not lying." I begged her to hear me, but I knew she was not rational enough to understand. "You go to the basement and wait for Randy to get home. He'll straighten your sorry ass out!" She shouted. I did as she told me and when down to the basement. It was dark, damp and full of rats. I crouched in the middle of the room, not daring to touch the walls or the floor. Seven hours passed before he returned, apparently drunker than usual… as usual. Footsteps started down the stairs and stopped just short of the bottom. I looked up to see him standing on the bottom step. "COME Here Boy… Yer Momma says I've got to go beat ya… she says you've been up to lying again. Now, what's been a happening? And ye best be crying, or she'll get bubba, Jo." He said calmly. I started sniffling and pretending to cry as I explained what happened. "I did as I was told, I got the food for dinner and breakfast, as well as 75 bucks, but she was unhappy with the amount. She now insists I was lying and I'm keeping some of the money. I did. I got you the 20 you wanted for going to rehab, and a 5$, for just in case there's a slow day and I need food." I handed him the 20 from my back pocket. "I hope everything goes well, by the way," I said. "Thanks, boy. I owes ya... And a thanks for the note for the cabby. As for ya momma, I understand how ya feel about her, but try to remember she gave ya life. I knows she's wrong in her way, but ya still gots ta care about her, okay?" He pleaded patiently. "Yes, of course. Are you going tonight?" I questioned. "Yeah, boy. Ye know I needs it... I hopes ya' all be okay without me." "I'll try to be... If I have a bad day, I might come visit." I gave him a light smile. "Ya know, you're welcome ta come see me anytime. I's gonna miss ya." He said, returning the light smile before going up the stairs. "I've deals with the boy. Ya can stop ye squalling nows." He said to my demented mother. It's funny that the most rational person in this house, aside from me, is the one person who would seem the least rational. I guess you can find good people in the least likely of places… but I guess that goes for bad people, too. link to read more

#Story #Evil #horror #fiction #pain #Dark #Echoing Through the Dark #Chapter 1 #zana8924 #Zane Rapha #Zana Morningstar #Echo the unwanted proxy

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