Project Valiant: Tape One
#1 of Project Valiant
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The following program has been rated [XXX]-[Absolutely No One Under the Age of 21] [Extreme Violence/Gore] [Graphic Homosexual Sex (NC, Anal, Oral)] [Extreme Sexual Themes (Aberrant Masturbation)] [Pervasive Language] [Disturbing Images] [Use of Drugs] by Xander Private Selections Ltd. (rating may or may not be entirely accurate) Total feature running time: 03hr01min35sec09ms "Project Valiant: Tape One" Running time: 01hr31min12sec56ms Filmed: 04/06/02 ~ ~ 00hr:00min:23sec:01ms ~ ~ Timestamp: 00hr:00min:23sec:01ms Datestamp: 04/06/02 [*] PLAY When he came to, darkness surrounded him. He pushed his hands out in front of him, but saw nothing. The wind whistled through some unseen cracks in the room and resonated around his confused ears. The wolf tried to remember his name, but was quite unable to. He reached out further, then realized he was in a kneeling position on a cold steel floor, his tail was crushed under him. The air suddenly felt very cold, but far from being bone-chillingly frigid. His arms suddenly came to a stop as he realized that chains were attached to his wrists, digging into his fur. Sensations rocketed through his body. He was still clothed, shoes and all. His business suit clung to his chest damply, probably from sweat. His mind raced in sudden fear. How did I get here? What am I doing here? Who am I? Who's holding me here? Where is here? Suddenly he felt his sanity snap and he just screamed in terror. The fear of the unknown and the terror of simply being chained in the dark like a deranged madman drove him into shivers and convulsions. "SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME! HELP! SOMEONE! HELP!" The wolf gasped as he felt saliva running down his muzzle from his fear and sudden will to scream. "LET ME GO! PLEASE! HELP!" He gasped and swallowed. Hard. He felt lightheaded. Oh fuck! Oh fuck! That sick fuck poisoned me! His face flushed and he felt even more lightheaded. His world swam in a flurry of television snow. Blackness met his eyes and he fell to the metal floor of his cell as he blacked out in shock. ~ ~ 00hr:07min:12sec:09ms ~ ~ When he came to it was still dark. Hours or simply seconds could have just passed from his stress-induced blackout. The smell surrounding him was nauseating. The stench of vomit and piss crept into his lungs as he tried not to hyperventilate. Stay calm, stay calm, stay calm. He chanted to himself silently. His mind slowly came down from his flight or fight response and he began to assess his situation. He shouldn't scream. He had seen enough horror movies and news stories about serial killers that he knew the first thing that the person holding him here didn't want was people coming to his rescue. The chains on his wrists proved that the killer... ...wait. Was he a killer? For that matter, was he even a single entity? He could be lying on the floor of a foreign secret prison for all he knew. He shook his head as he rubbed his temples, the chains on his wrists not proving to help his state of mind any as he tried to remember a single fact about the past day. Hell, about the past month in general. He couldn't remember anything past the point of returning home from his dead-end job at the marketing department of a poster company. Fuck! He cursed mentally. What day was that...? September, October, November, December, January, February. That's it. February something. He had been working in the marketing area for about six months now, that much was certain in this room. Now for my name. Fuck! Started with a J. I know that. Someone at that office I work for called me J-something before I left. How the hell did I forget my own fucking name?? J tugged on his chains to test their bounds. He was held fast. He reached down to his feet and also found them latched to rings in the floor. Whoever had him here didn't want him to leave. The darkness dug at his eyes as his retinas struggled for something, anything, to focus on. He blinked hard. Oh shit! Maybe I've gone blind! Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! He rubbed his hands over his eyes, as if somehow wondering if that might stimulate them back into seeing images. Darkness once again met his gaze His fear over losing his eyesight soon turned to rage. Whoever did this to me will pay! They'll fucking pay! I'll cut out your fucking eyes and piss into your skull shitbag! You motherfucking shit! You asshole...fucking...fuck! He suddenly broke into the tears he couldn't see. How the hell am I supposed to kill someone I can't even see? A sharp sound brought his attention in front of him. A clang of metal against metal and suddenly his room was filled with blinding light as a heavy steel door was slowly opened in front of him. He moved forward, pressing himself to his knees and shielding his eyes from the almost sun-like glare of the incandescent lights outside his cell. He heard the door stop moving as it swung open, some sort of invisible locks clicking noisily into place before the faint sound of someone's footsteps disappeared into the buzz of the artificial light and air conditioning system. So I'm not blind. He thought to himself as he slowly moved his paw away, adjusting to the light. Suddenly a thought raced through his mind. He had to stop whoever just ran away! "Hey! HEY! COME BACK! HELP! HELP ME! FOR FUCK'S SAKE, HELP ME!" He screamed shrilly, his voice echoing off the metal walls. No sound came back. The footsteps completely disappeared and he was alone again. J shifted his weight, finding his restraints a little less limiting than before. He looked down, finding rusted metal locks around his wrists and ankles, not unlike those used over two hundred years ago in slave trade boats. Heavy chains were attached to them, but not attached to anything anymore. The rings that secured him to the floor had disappeared and he was free to move about. He stood up slowly, examining the room as best he could with the slight light he received from the flickering greenish light outside his cell. Nothing was unusual about the room. No doors or objects on the floor of use. He slowly made his way out of the cell and into the hallway, staying quiet now, lest he upset those who had just set him free. Anything was better than being alone in the dark in that cell. The chains around his wrists and ankles clanked noisily on the floor and against each other as he moved. J winced with each new echo as the chain resonated through the hall. Other cells with doors just like his lined the diamond plated hallway. Not a single one had a window. He randomly tried a door, but found it shut tightly. It didn't budge an inch. Probably electronically locked, like in maximum security prisons. He reasoned before he crept onward, inch by slow inch. The buzzing and flickering light overhead didn't help his state. His heart raced and thumped noisily in his chest as his eyes raced circles around the hallway, always looking behind him to see if anyone was following. He heard nor saw anything. A flicker of hope still burned in him. Maybe someone had set him free. Maybe all he had to do was find the emergency exit and run for freedom! J's heart thumped a little softer at the thought. But first he had to find his way out of his "prison block". ~ ~ 00hr:09min:57sec:30ms ~ ~ J kept his body pressed close to the wall, feeling a little safer as his profile was reduced somewhat. The greenish fluorescent lights above him were protected by metal cages and the rank of mildew and stagnant water met his nose. He stopped in the shadows where a light had broken overhead and quickly began to rummage through his pockets, trying to find something of use for him in the maze. Maybe he would find his cell or his pocketknife. His hands came up. He was missing his phone and knife, but he did find a key that he knew he had never seen before in his life. It was etched with a Russian symbol for the number five. Suddenly his mind reeled and he rubbed his eyes in shock. How the hell did he know Russian? He couldn't recall any of the language and couldn't speak it as far as he knew, but he somehow knew it! J felt around his body, trying to find anything else of use when he heard a door open and shut in the distance. He momentarily considered calling out in desperation, but fear silenced his voice. If it was the killer, he had to stay quiet. Maybe he didn't know he had left his cell yet. Heavy booted footfalls began to echo down the metal hallways of the maze. The sounds were getting closer. J panicked and looked around his environment for some kind of makeshift weapon. He crawled around on his hands and knees frantically feeling in the darkness. His hands bumped into something blunt and he brought the object into the ambient light from down the hall. It was a triangle of steel, roughly cut from some unseen wall. It was good enough. It had a mildly pointed end and would serve him well if need be. He held the weapon above his head, his hands shaking in fear as the boots came closer. He soon judged his assailant to be about twenty feet from him, in the next room. He heard a muttered curse. The man was speaking Russian. J blinked hard. Now he understood the language perfectly. Years of language training in some university in the US flooded back into his brain. He frantically searched his thoughts for anything else that might give him a clue as to how he ended up here, but came up with an absolute blank again. "Mother of god, why does everything have to break here? If those researchers don't get their ass in gear and get me some more light bulbs instead of syringes I'm gonna kill them myself." The booted man grumbled. Some sounds came to J's ears. Apparently the man was shuffling something from his body, his clothes echoing sound. He must be wearing canvas-like materials. "This is four. Another bulb broken by cellblock post. Try and find me a bulb will ya?" The man said overtly into an unseen radio. Static came back before a reply. "Got it four. We'll find one soon. Out." The man sighed deeply and clicked on his radio again. "Fine, I'm heading-" He let go of his radio as the sounds of claws on steel came down the hall. J shuddered and shrunk further against the wall, curling into a ball. Fuck! Fuck Fuck! They have dogs! I'm dead! They're gonna smell me! I'm dead FUCK! He thought to himself, holding the steel like a security blanket. But instead of hearing the whimpers and sniffling of dogs, he heard the security guard suddenly screaming into his radio. An unsnapping of a button echoed down to J's ears and suddenly gunshots began to ring out, their angry roaring making J's ears almost bleed in pain. "OH SHIT! THEY'RE HERE! MOTHERFUCKERS SOMEHOW GOT OUT!" The guard screamed into his radio before he dropped it to steady his pistol. He angrily fired at the unseen foe. J stopped counting after five shots. He just plugged his ears and waited for the animals to finish off the guard and come for him. The tearing of flesh and bone still filtered in through his plugged fingers, along with the death cries of the guard. J whimpered softly, tears streaming down his cheeks. He kept watching the hallway in front of him, wondering when the animals would smell him. But soon only the sound of a body being moved haphazardly were coming from the next room. The sound slowly faded away and left J with nothing. He heard a door being shut in the distance and the claws left his hearing. He carefully peered into the next room where the fight had taken place and almost vomited. There in the middle of the poorly lit lobby was the radio. The red LED light was still on, meaning it still had power, but it was spattered with fresh blood. The walls and ceiling were dripping with pieces of the dead guard and a skull fragment was leaning against the radio itself. J looked around the room in a panic, hoping that all the animals had left. Nothing was left except fragments of the dead guard, pieces of fur and bone lay. He quickly made his way into the room, stepping lightly lest he attract the beasts again. He steeled his will and snatched up the radio, finding a earpiece attached to it that he quickly put into his left ear. "Four? Four are you there? Answer me. Four? Hello?" A crackling voice said over the static and noise. J wasn't stupid enough to respond. He just needed to know what the guards were up to so he could avoid them. He trudged on, slowly. Never making a single decibel of noise. ~ ~ 00hr:24min:01sec:97ms ~ ~ J stopped and rested against the wall, panting heavily. The stress of this place was beginning to wear on him. He couldn't imagine how he'd make it through another ten minutes much less a few days trying to find his way out of here. It felt like he had walked a million miles and all in circles. As he walked he came across more evidence of the wild animals' work. Blood spatters decorated the wall, some of them fresh, but quite a few had dried out completely, turning dark brown and black. J stopped in the shadows of yet another "lobby". Across from him a blank guard room was situated. A large window of security glass was positioned to the left of a heavy looking metal door. Hope failed him on entering the room since some kind of security card device was built into the door itself. He looked through the window like a starving man on a grocery store. A shotgun laid on the table, ready for the taking, a box of ammunition beside it. A mostly empty first aid kit was recessed into the wall and a set of guard uniforms were folded neatly under the desk. J rubbed his sore and scraped arms, trying to warm himself up a little. This maze was probably kept at a steady 60-some degrees. He tried the door once again, first trying to find a keyhole then just shaking the handle angrily as he jammed his metal shard into the crack of the door frame, trying to somehow pry it open. The door didn't budge an inch. He sighed and backed away longingly, staring at the shotgun through the window for a few moments before moving on. He leaned around the corner to look down a fifty metre hallway, two tiny fluorescent bar lights illuminating the entire way. He pushed the tiny key back into his coat pocket as his ears flicked upwards, panting heavily as he examined the shadows, the steel shard clenched tightly in his paws. Finding nothing of interest he made his way forward down the hall, trying to silence the chains around his wrists and ankles as he walked. Droplets of fresh blood led the way like Hansel and Gretel's famous bread crumbs. J followed along, his eyes panicked and his breathing tremulous. A steel door was built into the left wall at the end of the hall. J looked around quickly, finding that due to the poor lighting and the swing direction of the door, he could easily hide in the shadows and still come up behind anyone who came through. He looked down, trying to make out the trail of blood. It stopped at the door, a faded bloody handprint on the bar handle. Spatters of more blood were at the base of the doorway, but nothing else, meaning that whoever came this way was still alive when they went through the door. J stood in the shadows behind the hinges of the door and grasped the handle, swinging it open so whoever was inside wouldn't see him. He crouched down and looked around the corner carefully and cautiously. Another cell block was inside, about ten doors on each side. The lighting here was excellent, unfortunately for the wolf, but he had to trudge on before someone found him. He quickly rounded the doorway and ran into the cellblock, trying a few doors and finding them all equally locked. He sprinted as fast as his canine legs would take him forward, finding another hallway, this one leading to the right. There were no lights here, but it was no hiding spot. His ears twitched as he could hear booted footfalls coming behind him. Oh shit! The door! It's still open! FUCK! He mentally screamed at himself as he ran for his life, his chains sounding like gongs were attached to his feet as they angrily slammed into the diamond-cut steel. Suddenly he heard a voice on his radio and the footfalls became hurried. "This is seven, I'm tracking a target. He's in cellblock five and sounds like an inmate. Permission to engage?" There was a moment of silence on the radio, enough for J to finally find a spot to hide. Near another guard post there was a row of lockers next to a door labeled "C5 Shower Area". One of the lockers was open. J began to step up into the locker before he ran down the hall instead, quickly opening the door to the shower area before he ran back, quickly squeezing inside the tiny space and shutting the door, looking out through the vent for his pursuer. "Permission granted seven. Intercept and neutralize, deadly force granted." Came a very feminine voice over his headset. J gulped as he tried not to move in his locker, lest his chains hit the sides of the locker and give away his position. He heard the booted guard coming around the corner of the cellblock and a hammer of a gun being pulled back. He listened intently on his radio, fearing that reinforcements would arrive for the booted figure. Within moments J suddenly saw a set of horns appear in front of his locker. His heartbeat raced and he struggled to breath, but the horns were pointing perpendicular to him at the shower door. J looked closely at his attacker, finding him to be a slightly emaciated bull, but his muscle tone taken care of. The bull wore a blue uniform, the symbol of three interlocking triangles patched on the sleeve of his shirt. A light utility belt was around his waist, with extra pockets for pistol clips and a holster for his handgun. He was probably a runner, but not a fighter. J smiled slightly and gripped the metal shard confidently. If need be, he knew that he could easily overpower the bull. The guard looked around suspiciously before he came on the open door to the shower area. J saw the smug smile on his face as he leveled his pistol and began to walk towards the open door. J grinned and before the bull could take another step, threw the door open to his locker and sprung on the guard. The bull looked back with panic in his eyes and tried to bring his pistol back around to point at J. The wolf however was too close for any movement. J literally fell on top of his foe, steel shard in hand, knocking the gun out of "Seven's" hands. J grunted and threw his fists in a fury into Seven's face. He gripped the steel tightly and began to wail on the bull's face and muzzle, the extremely dull point bruising and breaking the skin of the bull's face everywhere it fell. After the first blow hit him, Seven simply tried to curl up into a ball, trying to avoid the blows and screamed for mercy. J howled with fury and continued to assault the bull, crashing his metal chunk through the broken fingers of the guard and into his skull. He jammed the metal shard through the bull's eye sockets angrily, feeling blood flow and spurt as he messily gouged out his eyes. J continued to beat the bull until Seven's hands fell uselessly to his sides, messy compound fractures sticking out of his flesh and his muscles twitching in the aftershocks of the brutal attack. J hit the bull one last time, crushing his face in until he was unrecognizable. J felt his neck and found no pulse and he leaned back, shocked at what he had just done. He looked down at his hands, his gray fur now soaked in the blood of his enemy. Fragments of skull and brain matter were stuck between his fingers and he quickly wiped his paws on his pants. He almost yelped in surprise when his radio earpiece came back to life. "Seven, report." The obviously female voice asked on the radio. She was hailing all radio channels at once to get a response. "Have you found him yet? Seven?" J wanted so badly to retaliate. Yes, he fucking found me! But now his jaw is laying under the table, so he can't answer right now. J growled in fury. He wanted to badly to kill whoever put him here. He quickly scrambled over to the pistol and laid it next to the lockers as he hurriedly searched the guard, finding a set of keys, bullets and a few other assorted documents. J opened up the wallet and found a magnetized keycard and his heart raced with joy. Maybe it would open the guard post and he could get at the shotgun. He dropped everything into every pocket he could find on himself and grunted as he lifted up the dead bull, his stomach churning as he felt a warm spray of blood on his back as he pushed the guard into the locker. J slammed the door shut and blocked the door with a pen he had found on number seven. The door bulged, but didn't fall open. J quickly turned around, picking up his pistol and dashing for the guard room, keycard held in his teeth and gun at ready. "Seven? Seven! Report." J smiled. His hope came aflame again. I'm going to get out of here! I just know it! ~ ~ 00hr:41min:12sec:03ms ~ ~ LOGIN: A_SHULPES PASS: ******************** VERIFICATION: **** AUTHORIZATION: ************-********** TIMESTAMP: 00:41:12:03, USER A_SHULPES LOGGED IN, APPROVED BY X_MALEH REMEMBER! DETAIL IS KEY! ALL WORK AREAS MUST BE IMPECCABLY CLEANED AND PREPARED BEFORE SUBJECTS ARRIVE! A_SHULPES > ./STUDY/VIDEO_AR/JRD/XXA/000000-004999/ A_SHULPES > LIS A_SHULPES > 000000-000499.XXA 000500-000999.XXA 001000-001499.XXA 001500-001999.XXA 002000-002499.XXA 002500-002999.XXA 003000-003499.XXA 003500-003999.XXA 7 FILES (1 HIDDEN) A_SHULPES > R_XXA 003500-003999.XXA . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . R_XXA - ARCHIVE ANALYZED. PROCESS TIME: 02 SECS 91 MS WHITE FLAGS: 0 RED FLAG EVENTS: 4 BLACK FLAGS: 0 CAUTIONS: 1 CAUTION! RED FLAGS EXCEED ACCEPTABLE LEVELS! DETAILS: RED FLAG1: LURING (003509) RED FLAG2: PHYSICAL ATTACK (003617) RED FLAG3: VIOLENT AGGRESSION/BODY DISFIGUREMENT (003733) RED FLAG4: CONCEALMENT OF A BODY (003986) SEND REPORT TO X_MALEH? Y COMMENT? Y COMMENT: MR MALEH, JRD HAS ATTACKED AND KILLED A MAZE GUARD. HIS BODY IS HIDDEN IN A LOCKER NEAR C5 SHOWER BLOCK. WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO ABOUT THE BODY? . . REPORT SENT ^X A_SHULPES > MAIL NEW EMAIL RECEIVED. OPEN NOW? Y * * *
FR: X_MALEH TO: A_SHULPES SUB: 003000-003499.XXA REPORT YOU WERE WISE TO BRING THIS TO MY ATTENTION SHULPES. HOWEVER, THE PROGRAM WILL CONTINUE UNABTED, DESPITE THE VIOLENT NATURE OF OUR TEST SUBJECT. HIS RATIONALE IS PERFECT, THOUGH BRUTAL. LEAVE THE BODY WHERE IT IS. IT COULD PROVE TO BE A USEFUL TOOL IN THE NEAR FUTURE. FORWARD THIS REPORT AND MY EMAIL TO PLANNING, LET THEM DEAL WITH THE BODY. -X_MALEH PROJECT VALIANT_JRD * * * MAIL_A_SHULPES > FWD *.CURRENT ~PLANNING . . MAIL FORWARDED. [NEW EMAIL RECIEVED, AUTHOR: AUTOSYS_PLANNING] ^X A_SHULPES > LOGOUT TIMESTAMP: 00:46:97:22, USER A_SHULPES LOGGED OUT ~ ~ 00hr:46min:97sec:22ms ~ ~ J hadn't slept in days. He knew that now. He leaned heavily against the frame of the guard room door, the magnetic keycard held weakly in his left paw as he groaned. Bearly able to keep his eyes open from the sudden exhaustion he felt. Maybe it was just the shock of having just killed someone. Maybe his psyche was revolting against him for the brutal murder. He groaned again and slipped the card through the magnetic slot, hearing a click and beep somewhere beyond the cotton stuck in his head. He grasped the handle and hauled the suddenly massive door open, using his foot to close it again. He had the sense of mind to flick off the light before he fell onto the cold steel floor, passing out. ~ ~ 00hr:47min:13sec:21ms - 01hr:11min:56sec:01ms ~ ~ The wolf laughed happily as he suddenly found himself back in the club. He grinned and tilted his beer back, chugging half the bottle in one go. He giggled giddily in his drunken stupor and staggered around the bar area, looking for a date for the night. He didn't care who he picked up, as long as they were hot and tight. His vision must have blurred from all the alcohol surging through his veins, but he couldn't make out who in the club was available and who wasn't. He could vaguely make out their relative species, but nothing else. The wolf laughed and plopped himself down on the nearest empty barstool, ordering another beer amid a storm of laser light shows and cigarette smoke. Somewhere in the bar, someone was giving off musk, so sex seemed to be a part of this place. The intoxicated wolf threw his arm around the nearest fur to him, finding a sleek and soft coat of foxfur in his arms. The fox squirmed slightly before settling in, but somehow the wolf couldn't see the fox's face since it was turned away from him. He poked the fox in the arm playfully, finding a tight fitting white cutoff shirt around the top of the vulpine. "Hey there b-beautiful!" He managed to slur out. He was surprised he hadn't puked his guts out yet, it felt like he had drank half a keg by himself. "I want to buy you a drink!!" The fox didn't turn. The wolf growled softly, his voice a little more playful than demanding as he poked the fox again, hoping the fox was in heat and hoped more so that she had a good rack. But the fox still did not respond. The wolf growled lustily and pulled the fox's other shoulder towards him, forcing the fox to look him in the eyes. When the fox was finally looking towards him, the wolf simply cocked his head in puzzlement. The fox didn't have a face. Clear cut as that. The muzzle of the candid was well defined, along with the nose and ears, but the area where the lips and eyes should be was just a pure sheen of fur. The wolf grinned and began to laugh. He looked down and noticed that this fox was definitely male. "No boobies!" The wolf stated drunkenly before he fell to the bar, laughing his ass off. He pounded his fist on the bartop and suddenly noticed that the bartender also was missing a face, but making drinks with the same gusto of someone with perfect vision. The wolf turned back to the faceless fox. "Fuck off man. I gotta find me a female to fuck tonight!" The wolf proudly stated before stumbling off, his beer somehow regenerating in his paw to full capacity. He looked around the "club" and found himself back in the cell he had started in, but the laser lights not ceasing. The music playing was the constant screams of both disfigured guards put against the background of punches and the howls and barks of wild animals. The wolf laughed again and began to dance, the club suddenly empty and the chains reappearing on his wrists, attaching him to the floor again. He screamed and fell on his back as the chains tightened, holding him in a spread eagle position as the room began to collapse on top of him... ~ ~ 01hr:11min:59sec:99ms ~ ~ J awoke with a start, grabbing onto the floor in fear as he felt his world suddenly open up. The "faceless club" and the collapsing cell disappeared into the corners of his mind and he quickly forgot the entire incident. J looked around for the shotgun he had seen earlier. He stretched painfully, wishing he was at home, where ever home was as he found the table, greedily picking up the rifle and checking the magazine for shells. He checked the gun, marveling how easily he found out that the gun was fully loaded. He quickly turned around to check his surroundings, the chains still attached to his ankles and wrists clinking with his every move. He began to rummage through the drawers where he found the shotgun, looking for some kind of master key to unlock his cuffs. He came across a small ringlet of keys, excitedly trying every one and eventually freed himself from his bonds, rubbing his wrists and ankles to try and ease the pain there. He happened across a fresh guard uniform, neatly folded and tucked away under the table that he quickly put on, savoring the feel of dry clothes against his damp fur. J closed his eyes slowly and breathed deeply, trying to imagine he was somewhere else. It didn't work. He was still here in that maze of death. He sighed deeply and reached towards the wall, picking up a gun belt and slipping it on quickly. Within minutes he was indistinguishable from any of the other patrols in this place. He found a gun strap and threw the shotgun over his back and, emptying the first aid kit into his pockets on his way out, he was back in hell. ~ ~ Timestamp unknown ~ ~ RECONSTRUCTED LOGFILE, TIMESTAMP MISSING UNAUTHORIZED ACCESS OF NETWORK RESOURCES BY USER: I_FIGH FORWARDED TO: X_MALEH SENT: 04/06/02 READ: [STILL IN INBOX, LOGFILE NOT READ YET] LOGIN: I_FIGH[MISSING DATA] PASS: ********************************** VERIFICATION: ** AUTHORIZATION: *-****** [MISSING DATA]:87 USER I_FIGH LOGGED IN. WARNING! APPROVAL NOT PRESENT! OVERRIDE DETECTED! REMEMBER! DETAIL IS KEY! ALL [MISSING DATA]CLEANED AN[MISSING DATA]SUBJECTS ARRIVE! I_FIGH > ./STUDY/VIDEO_AR/JRD/XXA/000000-004999/ I_FIGH > R_XXA 003500-003999.XXA . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . R_XXA - A[MISSING DATA]C[MISSING DATA]E [MISSING DATA]1 SECS 12 MS WHITE FLAGS: 0 RED[MISSING DATA]TS: 4 BLACK FLAGS: 0 CAUTIONS: 1 CA[MISSING DATA]CEED [MISSING DATA]! DETAILS: RED FLAG1: [MISSING DATA]F A BODY (003986) S[MISSING DATA]D REPORT TO X_MALEH? N EXPORT TO FILE? Y . . REPORT EXPORTED TO '003500-003999.TXT' (976 KB) ^X I_FIGH > SEND '003500-003999.TXT' B:\ -D FILE SENT FILE REMOVED [MISSING DATA] I_FIGH > B:\INCINERATOR.BN '003500-003999.TXT' -FILETRACE INCINERATOR.BN FOR USE ONLY WITH CERTIFIED NSA PROJECTS! RUNNING FILETRACE INCINERATOR ON FILE '003500-003999.TXT' . . . . TRACE FILES REMOVED. DRIVE IS NOW SAFE FROM RECONSTRUCTION. EXITING PROGRAM. . . I_FIG[MISSING DATA] -STAMP STAMP RUN. TRACES REMOVED. USER I_F[MISSING DATA] FROM SYS[MISSING DATA]. USER RIGHTS INVOKED ON[MISSING DATA]FIGH. EXITING AND LOGGING OUT. TS_READER COMPLETE [MISSING DATA]USER I_FIGH LOGGED OUT ~ ~ 01hr:19min:09sec:61ms ~ ~ J held his shotgun at ready, the stock pressed securely into his shoulder as he watched his surroundings in careful study. The dripping of stagnant water met his ears and the smell of mold met his nose. He wrinkled his brow slightly at the musty smell as he walked among the C5 showers, the tiled walls covered in green mildew and hard-water damage. His ears twitched slightly as he heard the sound of claws softly tapping in the distance and very quietly hid behind one of the shower walls. The tiny cubicle shower areas consisted of a five foot square wall between every rusted shower head, separating the showering individual from the man beside him. J raised his shotgun to the ready and breathed shallowly, noticing how every sound he made was angrily amplified off the tiles. He waited in silence as the tapping grew louder and closer, until he estimated the creature was in the shower cubicle directly behind him. J held his breath, his ears lowering on his head in his extreme anxiety as he closed his eyes for a second, listening. The heavy breathing was at least five feet away, but no less vivid as he heard the sickening crunch of bone. He opened his eyes suddenly, expecting the worst, but the creature was still no where in sight. The crunch echoed again in the showers, along with the sound of something hollow being dragged on the floor. J resisted the urge and need to whimper in fear and slowly let out the breath he had been holding to take in some more air. The creature stayed where it was for several minutes, the sounds of the bones hitting the floor growing softer. J looked around in a panic as the anxiety began to grip his mind. The lighting in the area was extremely poor. Only a few lights were left to illuminate the entire small warehouse-sized shower block. His eyes constantly strained to not trip over his own feet or walk into a wall. J's mind began to shut down in defense, unable to take the stress anymore. Oh what the fuck? What the fuck what the fuck? He said to himself, releasing the forearm of the shotgun and running his fingers through his hair. When is it gonna make a move? I can't deal with this! The creature seemed to have it's fill and the bone-crunching stopped. The taps of it's claws began again as it turned around, circling around the shower. The echoes made it almost impossible for J to pinpoint where the creature was. He forced his paw back to his gun, holding it in place if he happened to see the monster stalking him. "What the hell am I doing here?" J swiveled his ears in circles, trying to find the source of the voice he had just distinctively heard. The creature didn't seemed stirred by the voice, since the tapping of his claws on the tile remained unchanged in tempo or intensity. J brought in his legs and sat with his back to the tile, resting the gun on his knees, still pointing it at the aisle between showerheads in front of him. The tapping began to fade but then suddenly began to grow closer to him. "I didn't ask to be here." J looked around him at the second statement. It was much louder than before. Whoever was saying it was an absolute fool. Didn't he hear the claws and the creature?!? "There has to be a way out of here-no! FUCK! No way out, no way out!" J inwardly groaned in frustration. Why didn't the creature hunt down whoever was talking instead of walking in his direction?! Was it deaf? "I had to! He was coming right at me!" "He was going to kill me!" "I had to kill him, I had to!" "No one can know what I've been doing!" The wolf smiled smugly. The creature would hear this asshole soon and would rip him to pieces, then he could make his escape under the cover of this dumbasses' screams. I'm not supposed to be here! They won't be fooled by your uniform J! They're all around! Why do you think there is anybody even here? They're watching me! All the time! Then it dawned on him. The voice didn't echo like everything else did in the shower. They were inside his own head... GET UP! He deserved it! Why the hell do you think he's even guarding a god-forsaken hole like this? GET UP! Why do you think there's guard areas and booths in here? GET UP! Who was that man who freed you? GET UP! He was part of the plot! They tied you to the floor! GET UP! There is no one else in here! There is no creature! No monster! Talk! Talk to it! GET UP! No one can hurt you in here! How do you think you were released? GET UP! You can't find a way out! Maybe this is a dream! Yeah! Shoot yourself! Shoot yourself in the head. That's a way out! Like poking yourself with a pin when you're in a falling dream! That always woke you up before...THINK! Think about it! This is a FUCKING DREAM! GET UP! Change it! You can control your nightmares! GET UP! Tell the monster to go away, to break down the wall. The open fields of gold are just on the other side! The heaven and glances of God! You can kill him! He put you here! He chained you to the floor and killed that man using the metal shard! GET UP! You're pathetic! You know that? GET UP! GET UP! GET UP! GET UP! GET UP! And so, that's exactly what he did. He obeyed. The wolf stood, an oblivious smile on his face as he noisily made his way out into the shower area. He slowly lowered his shotgun, suddenly realizing the uselessness of it as he let it rest to his side, just barely carrying the weapon before he dropped it on the floor altogether with a light tap of plastic and steel against concrete. For the wolf, the walls began to evaporate where they were and suddenly he saw his "fields of gold in the arbor of God". He reached his paw out, blinking at the wonderful illusion he had unknowingly created as he opened his muzzle, whispering out little praises for his creation as he walked forward, the tapping of the creature and the angry snarls long forgotten. The wolf closed his eyes slightly, his eyes rolling back in his head... This is it J! The fields! No one can stop me now! I'm free of the maze! The dream! The middle long. No one will capture me again. No one can find me in the fields of gold of God of angels of loveliness. I'm free! I'm free! I'm free! I'm free! But, just as quickly as his vision had materialized, the dreamy fields of golden light vanished, shoving his brain back into his tired body and the claustrophobic spaces of his maze of death returning. He backed up against the tiled wall in horror. No! No! I was so close! Why?! Why the fuck?! Who did this to me! They did it! Bastards want to control my afterlife too! You hear me? You can't control where I die! I will reach the fields, even with your conspiracy! He whirled around in circles, opening his eyes to find himself in a burning room, the walls and ceiling glowing white hot and flames dancing on his fur. He screamed and began to jump up and down, although he couldn't feel any heat. He slapped and rubbed his fur in a panic, trying to douse the flames, but finding them untouchable. He finally dropped to his knees as his entire body became engulfed and closed his eyes, accepting his death... ~ ~ 02hr:52min:44sec:05ms ~ ~ LOGIN: A_SHULPES PASS: ******************** VERIFICATION: **** AUTHORIZATION: ************-********** TIMESTAMP: 02:52:44:05, USER A_SHULPES LOGGED IN, APPROVED BY X_MALEH REMEMBER! DETAIL IS KEY! ALL WORK AREAS MUST BE IMPECCABLY CLEANED AND PREPARED BEFORE SUBJECTS ARRIVE! A_SHULPES > MAIL MAIL_A_SHULPES > COMPOSE NEW * * *
FR: A_SHULPES TO: X_MALEH SUB: PSYCHOTIC BREAK OBSERVED MR. MALEH, WE HAVE OBSERVED A PSYCHOTIC BREAK IN THE SUBJECT. I HAVE ATTACHED THE NECCICARY R_XXA REPORT TO THIS EMAIL FOR YOUR REVIEW ALONG WITH MY PELIMINARY PYCHOLOGICAL EXAMINATION OF THE SUBJECT. HE IS CURRENTLY BEING TAKEN TO THE SECOND COMPOUND FOR A PSYCHOLOGICAL RESET. I BELIEVE IT IS HARMFUL TO RELEASE HIM BACK INTO THE TARGET ENVIROMENT, DUE TO HIS EXTREME DELUSIONS. I FEAR THAT IT IS TOO MUCH FOR HIS PSYCHE AND HE WILL HAVE ANOTHER BREAK SIMPLY FROM BEING RETURNED TO THE COMPOUND, THEREFORE UNBALANCING THE EXPERIMENT. I HAVE INCLUDED FURTHER RECCOMENDATIONS IN MY REPORT. -A_SHULPES OBSERVATION FOR VALIENT_JRD ATTACHMENTS: 011500-022999.XXA, PSYCH_JRD_RPT1.TXT SEND MAIL? Y SENDING. . . . . . . MAIL SENT (TIME ELAPSED 3.5SEC) MAIL_A_SHULPES > COMPOSE NEW * * *
FR: A_SHULPES TO: W_FINCH SUB: SENDING ANOTHER YOUR WAY WILL, I HAVE ANOTHER ONE FOR YOU. SINCE YOU HAVE ROOT ACCESS, REVIEW THE COMPILED XXA FILE I HAVE IN MY PSYCHOLOGY FOLDER (011500-022999.XXA). THE SUBJECT IS EXTREMELY DELUSIONAL, SO HE WILL BE TOUGH TO RESET. AFTER HIS PSYCHOLOGICAL RESET, ISOLATE AND SEDATE HIM UNTIL I RECIEVE WORD FROM MR. MALEH. I PUT IN A GOOD WORD FOR YOU WITH THE REPORT I FILED WITH MALEH, SO I DOUBT HE WILL REINTRODUCE THE SUBJECT TO THE TARGET ENVIROMENT. HE SHOULD BE ALL YOURS IN ABOUT ANOTHER TWENTY MINUTES OR SO. HAPPY HUNTING. -A_SHULPES OBSERVATION FOR VALIENT_JRD SEND MAIL? Y SENDING. . MAIL SENT (TIME ELAPSED 9MS) [NEW EMAIL RECIEVED, AUTHOR: X_MALEH] NEW EMAIL RECEIVED. OPEN NOW? Y * * *
FR: X_MALEH TO: A_SHULPES SUB: RE: PSYCHOTIC BREAK OBSERVED THE SUBJECT'S MIND HAS BECOME TOO DAMAGED TO CONTINUE THE ORIGINAL EXPERIMENT. HOWEVER, WHILE I AGREE WITH THE DECISION TO SEND HIM TO COMPOUND TWO, I THINK WE CAN STILL SALVAGE THIS EXPERIMENT. I HAVE ALREADY INSTRUCTED FINCH ON WHAT TO DO WITH JRD WHEN HE GETS TO COMPOUND TWO. TO SUMMERIZE: I INSTRUCTED HIM TO CONTINUE WITH THE PSYCHOLOGICAL RESET, BUT TO ARM JRD AND ENGAGE THE CAMERA SYSTEM. NOT ONLY WILL WE GET QUITE AN ENTERTAINING HUNT ON TAPE, BUT WE CAN USE THE PROCEEDS OF THE TAPE TO FUND NEW ADDITIONS TO COMPOUND ONE. AND FINCH HAS BEEN GETTING BORED LATELY WITH SIMPLE EXECUTIONS. HE NEEDS SOME PRACTICE ON A LIVE SUBJECT. INFORM MY PERSONAL TAPE EDITOR. I WANT THIS TO BE A VIDEO THE FANS WILL REMEMBER FOR YEARS TO COME. -X_MALEH PROJECT VALIANT_JRD * * * MAIL_A_SHULPES > COMPOSE NEW * * *
FR: A_SHULPES TO: D_CARRON SUB: NEED YOUR SERVICES MR. CARRON, WE REQUIRE YOUR SERVICES IN EDITING A NEW SNUFF VIDEO FOR PUBLIC RELEASE. MR. MALEH HAS REQUESTED THAT YOU TAKE CHARGE OF THE EDITING PROCESS TO MAKE IT THE BEST WE HAVE RELEASED IN YEARS. WE ARE CURRENTLY FILMING THE SUBJECT, BUT NO MATTER WHAT THE OUTCOME, IT IS GOING TO BE QUITE ENTERTAINING. JUST A LITTLE FYI FOR YOU, PELIMINARY DETAILS OF THE PROJECT ARE PROVIDED BELOW: VICTIM: JAMES ROBERT DENT HUNTER: WILLIAM ADLER FINCH SETTING: COMPOUND TWO, WEST WING. MR. DENT IS CURRENTLY UNDERGOING A PSYCHOLOGICAL RESET, BUT WILL BE ARMED AND SET LOOSE IN THE WING. FINCH HAS AN EXTREME AFFINITY FOR THE THEATRICAL AND DENT SHOULD PROVE TO BE A WORTHY ADVERSARY. -A_SHULPES OBSERVATION FOR VALIENT_JRD SEND MAIL? Y SENDING. . MAIL SENT (TIME ELAPSED 5MS) ^X A_SHULPES > LOGOUT TIMESTAMP: 03:15:11:59, USER A_SHULPES LOGGED OUT ~ ~ 03hr:55min:00sec:98ms ~ ~ J awoke shivering. He opened his eyes then quickly shut them again. White walls surrounded him and he found it difficult to move around. His mouth felt dry and his lips were bleeding and sore. He forced his eyes open again, braving the pain that suddenly filled his head as he lifted his muzzle from the floor. He couldn't lift his head up all the way, but found himself in a white padded room, approximately seven feet by seven feet by seven feet. He tried to pick himself up, but looked down to find a straight jacket wrapped tightly around his chest. His hands were held immobile at his sides and his feet were bound. The wolf rolled over onto his side and found a rubber ball gag in his mouth. He tried to bite down, but the gag held steady. The wolf whimpered and rolled onto his back, finding no ceiling light, but rather at the junction of every wall there were Plexiglas covered incandescent light tubes that shone harshly on him after the dim lighting of the maze of death he had just left. The pain in his skull prevented the voices he heard to leave him in peace for a few minutes. He looked around his padded cell, his vision blurring terribly. His eyes felt as if they would simply roll out of his head if he didn't close his eyes, so he didn't fight it. The wolf closed his eyes tightly and curled up into a ball on the floor, fighting against his jacket for some kind of comfort so he could go to sleep and dream that he was away from this nut job room that he didn't belong in... ~ ~ PLEASE INSERT VHS OR DVD MARKED "PROJECT VALIANT: PART TWO" STOP [-] 01:31:12:56