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First I'd like to say congratulations to the SEAL team that killed Osama bin Laden. You boys have made history and done your country proud, especially whoever it was that fired the shots that killed that murdering bastard. You have no idea the pride that we feel here that an American, aiming down the sights at him, was the last thing bin Laden saw. May he rot in the fires of hell and be Satan's plaything for all eternity. Second, I know a lot of you were hoping for a continuation of my first story. This is a new story. I had the inspiration for it in my dreams last night, and I am playing true to what I remember from it. Remember, constructive criticism is appreciated, trolling is ignored.

The Everlasting Flame

Chapter 1 - This is a game...right?

The room around him was white, bright lighting, equipment on a table, a microscope, and a device sitting in front of him, a small container bringing him inside it, which didn't seem right. He was much bigger than the half a foot wide hole he was going into. And then, something plastic closes around him, cutting him off from the air he needs to live! He looks around, trying to get up, and finds he can't move his arms. He can't move his legs either! He gasps and looks down, only to have the world spin around him and have him looking at the bottom of the container he was in. What was this? The last thing he knew he was logging into the character creation guide for the newest of new versions of the game "Everlasting Flame". It was a closed Beta that he had been invited in on.

"Well now, let's see how this egg fares, shall we?" He looks to his right, and up, and sees a cute-ish woman in lab dress stepping over to him. His gaze automatically falls to the more important parts. Her boobs first. She has a modest B cup, so it's uninteresting. Her hips had shape to them, from what he could see under her lab coat. He can't make out her legs really, the leggings she has on are WAY too baggy. He notices her arms moving back behind her back as she pulls out...something. She lifts up a strange looking device and runs it over him, or rather the plastic around him.

"The tissue inside seems to be adapting slowly, like the last ones, to the treatments we are giving it." She says, the computer recording her. ..

Two Days Earlier

Jacob Taylor was having some of the best days of his life. He LOVES going to college. He doesn't have to go to class if he doesn't want to, he doesn't have his parents breathing down his neck, and when he goes walking to class, there is plenty of eye candy to look at, tho he'd never be brave enough to approach ANY of them! Still, looking was good, and man do some of these girls dress to be looked at.

He was your everyday nerd. He couldn't bench press more than what was needed to get a fully loaded backpack up off the ground and onto his back, that is to say about 60 pounds if he had ALL his books in it. He was tall, about 6'2", and skinny, barely any muscle on him. All the food he ate went to putting height on him. The flip side was he was fast. He could sprint. He couldn't marathon run, but he could sprint. He seems to know just how to move his legs to get the best speed, which was good, because he needed it in high school to outrun the bullies after school. He was a bookworm. Astronomy, weather, biology, it didn't matter. He loved reading about it. His favorite show was Mythbusters because not only did it have scientific theory explaining things by experimentation, it also had explosions. Big ones. Of course the ones that were safe to do at home he did anyway, which is why he's in college. Since he didn't get out much, he played his video games, which is why he is so happy right now. His success at the recent HAWX 2 tournament got him a prize of a closed Beta invitation for a new gaming system and game!

As he walks back to his dorm room, lost in his own thoughts about how uber he is, his attention is yanked to the real world by a girl walking by, a sway in her hips, her shirt tucked up so her belly was exposed, a pair of short cut jean shorts on her hips, and short heels on her feet. All redneck dolled up, as his friends would say, since she looks like the stereotypical farm girl. Course this was to be expected. They were in Florida, after all, but what a girl! _Yeah, she'll never be interested in me._He thinks to himself as he walks on by the stadium known as The Swamp. That rescues his mood big time.

Ever since he was young, his family had ALWAYS rooted for the Florida Gators. Now, he'll be able to see all the Gators games his heart could desire! He made a point to go into the Swamp and get his picture taken next to the famous speech made by Tim Teebow. There would be a game in a week or two, but first things first... He needs to do his beta testing! He needs to brag to his friends that HE was beta testing a new system and THEY weren't! Then he needs to kick their asses in Black Ops.

He finds his dorm room and goes inside, drops off his pack, and heads up to the main office to check his mail. He drags out a red envelope and grins. "Yes!" He says, and rushes back to his room with it, opening as he goes, leaving trailers of red paper in his wake from time to time. He fishes into the envelope and pulls out the letter inside.

Dear Mr. Taylor,

We are pleased to allow you to participate in the closed Beta version of our title, Everlasting Flame. Enclosed is your very own copy of the Enduring Flame system. Remember, this is a closed beta, and since this game is just out of Alpha stage, you are not allowed to distribute it or any of the game's plot, mechanics, principles, or characters to the public. Failure to obide by these rules will result in your immediate removal from the closed beta.

That being said, it is our sincerest hope that you enjoy Everlasting Flame and the Enduring Flame system it is presented on. Please dial 1-800-576-9643 to report any bugs with the system and/or the game itself. You will be paid for each viable bug you find in the system and report.

Michael Godwin

CEO, Enduring Flame Inc.

He was REALLY geeking out now. He had never been involved in a closed beta, and had only won this by winning a local tournament in Tom Clancy's HAWX 2. The fact that he had won it easily is no small matter. He was just head and shoulders above those other guys in terms of flying. He's sure what caught their interest was that most of his kills were gun kills, up close and personal.

The memory of the looks on the faces of those people he mercilessly gunned out of the sky keep his mind occupied until he reaches his dorm room. He puts in his key and heads inside, quickly going into his room and pulling out the Enduring Flame system. "Wait a sec..." He says, looking the thing over. "This looks like an iPhone...." He turns it this way and that, and then fishes around in the envelope and pulls out the instructions.

System packaged preliminarily in iPhone casing until custom casing can be designed. To activate System, press power button, put enclosed headphones in ears, and watch the screen.

He immediately goes for the envelope once more, flinging aside the instructions, and digs out the headphones. He puts them in his ears and plugs the jack into the phone, then looks at the screen and pushes the power button. The screen turns on and the small camera on it focuses on his face, showing an image. "Line Eyes and Nose with Circles." Enduring Flame states. So he does, lining up his eyes and nose with the circles on the screen. Lasers in the system interrogate his face, his eyes, everything, and a small charge runs thru him, collecting even more data. "System Configuration Complete." Enduring Flame says again. Then the world turns around Jacob as the game starts to kick in, dragging him deep into the game.

Everything goes dark except for a thin bar in front of his eyes. He reaches out his hand and watches as his hand passes straight thru the bar. When it gets full, a world pops up around him, trees, flowers, and he in the middle of a meadow. He blinks a few times. Now THIS was cool! "Neural Interface Complete." A voice rings out around him. "State User Name." Jacob thinks on this one. "Redneck." He says, thinking since he's in Florida, and may well be the only guy in the South on this game...

"Username...Redneck...Confirmed. State alignment. Choices are Good...Evil."

Jacob blinks at this and clears his throat. "Good."

"Alignment: Good. Gender: Male."

Well, one less bug to report. He had thought the game would allow you to pick a gender. Instead, it picked up your gender for you. This wouldn't be a game for people who liked looking at a hot ass of the opposite sex all day. Then again, it was in the mind. Maybe this would be first person.

"Beginning Character Generation."

Jacob gasps, his whole body was tingling. Lifting up his hands, he sees green, matrix-like coding running along the entirety of his body. It felt warm, funny, no longer tingling. In front of him, a dragon starts being developed from the feet up. So far, he likes what he sees.

The dragon is shaped well, muscular. Its feet have four dangerous looking claws, the back legs surprising him the most. They are a little bit thicker, and have what appear to be a raptor's killing claws on them. The feet are also almost completely black. As his legs start to develop, the color lightens into a dark red that goes up onto his back and up and down along his body. His belly is back to the charcoal color of his legs. His neck, however, brightens to almost crimson, and fades quickly as his muzzle ends, being charcoal at the tip once more. His eyes were piercing, as crimson as his neck, slit pupiled, and focused on Jacob.

Powerful wings extend from his back. Jacob can't really judge the wingspan, but it looks like more than enough to get him into the air if they were flapped, the membranes the same crimson color as the neck. The tail wasn't too long, held up off the ground a bit, ending like a dinosaur's tail would. Apparently not many things were meant to be hit by the tail.

"Character Generation Complete." The female voice of the game's AI calls out. "I am EVA, your Enduring Flame System's Artificial Intelligence unit. Please be patient while I compute your character's abilities based off of your genetic profile."

During the hours that had gone by unnoticed as Jacob watched his character compile, he is in his room, passed out on his bed with the game system on his chest, looking for all the world as if it were simply playing music for him. He doesn't notice the door lock being picked, or the men in regular looking clothes who come into the dormitory. They head straight back to his room, having been summoned by a signal from the Enduring Flame system. One looks down at Jacob. "Kinda skinny, ain he?" He asks in his thick southern accent.

The other nods. "Yeah, but he's got good skills if his reactions at that tournament say anything." This one's got a New England accent. The first picks up the Enduring Flame and looks at it, then pushes the button at the bottom of the screen. "Download Complete." Flashes up onto the screen. The guy nods. "Alright, pick him up, let's get him gone." Together they help him out of the room.

A few hours later, Jacob wakes up in a strange room that's all white and is staring at the scientist girl with the science girl build wondering how he managed to fit into a half foot wide hole in a machine, and how he can breathe without any air in this plastic container.

"There appear to be none of the signs that indicate the human DNA is not changing like in our first subjects. I estimate that the egg will grow to twice its size and that the human DNA will convert entirely. He may be used as backup for Cynder, should the need arise."

Now Jacob starts breathing hard. How did he get in here? What's going on? What human DNA is being changed? Was it his own? How can he see outside without feeling his body? Something must have been read because the scientist looks at a readout as it beeps. "It appears his soul has regained consciousness." She looks down at Jacob as she presses a button to stop recording.

"Jacob Taylor, you are no longer human." She says. "The Enduring Flame that has bound to your soul has extracted you from your body, allowing your DNA to be used to create this egg." She says. "Do not worry about your family, they have been told you were kidnapped. If you survive, you will be able to see them again. If not, your body will be 'found'." She says, startlingly cold. Had she done this before. He tries yelling at her that this can't happen to him, that he's in college! He's not even had sex yet! He's not ready to die! But she can't hear him. He settles down and starts crying in his own mind, not knowing what to do.

A few days pass and he does indeed seem to get larger. He can even move a little bit now, surprisingly, tho he can't feel his arms, legs, head, anything, he does have a sense of weight that he can roll around. He hasn't quite used it yet, not seeing the point, and worrying that if he did it and he fell off that he might break, since he was, apparently, in an egg. His consciousness was still in shock over the news. For the first day he couldn't work himself to do anything, and he almost missed the sensation of mass that came to him. That sense of being is helping to anchor him, and now, the more time passes, the more he starts getting more and more anchored.

A week later, based off the comings and goings of the scientist girl, and he's actually starting to feel curious about what he'll 'hatch out' to be. The scientist looks hopeful, a smile on her face about very small changes.

A month later and a man in a suit comes by. "Ms. Clover. What is the status of Redneck?" He asks. Redneck? He asks himself. He had all but forgotten, but now it all comes back to him in a flood. The dragon he had made in the game. It was Redneck. But, does that mean he's still in the game? Could he wake up and be...not in the game? Go home and hug his mom and dad? See his annoying brat of a sister again? In some way, the use of the name of his character calms him down even more than any amount of getting used to things could have. A year's worth of weight seems to come off him as he realizes that it might just be a game, and that this is a delusion of his mind! If so, the first bug he'll report is the astounding lack of a codeword that could be said in game to make it stop dead. He is so preoccupied by his thoughts that he does not notice any of the conversation going on.

"He is progressing faster than the others did, sir." She says, smiling. "We have 65% conversion."

The man nods. "Good, I would hate to see this project end in failure, with Cynder being the only fluke we have." He says. "Is there any indication the soul is alive? Has it moved at all?" The scientist shakes her head. The man sighs and looks down. "If there's no response in the next day, destroy it. We can't have another husk."

Jacob, or Redneck, only catches the last bit of that. What's a husk? He asks himself. There's no answer to be had. The scientist turns out the lights and walks out the door. The next day, she's watching him for something, what he can't quite figure out. He would KILL right now to have a mirror, however. He is extremely curious about what color his dragon egg is, what the texture is, everything!

At about noon, the scientist sighs. There was no getting around it. She reaches down and picks his egg up and takes it down the hallway to a room labeled 'Desposal." This freaks Jacob out a little bit. He scoots back from the door as she goes in, making the egg rock a little bit. This stops the scientist dead in her tracks. She looks down. "If you can hear me, move around. Roll to the right. Otherwise I'm chucking you in the garbage." Jacob, not wanting to be garbage, rolls his weight to the right. The scientist has a cute little smile blossom on her face. "Well, Mr. Redneck, I guess you're not a rotten egg after all." She spins on her heels and heads back to the other room.

She gently puts him back up and reaches over, picking up the iPhone that was on the counter and pushing its power button. "Online." The voice of the EVA system from Jacob's Enduring Flame system! "Connecting to host." He feels a slight itch that quickly subsides. "Connection established. EVA will transfer thoughts directed to scientist tending egg."

The screen quickly blanks out and Jacob wills with all that he has to be heard. Do you have a mirror? I want to see myself. The scientist, Ms. Clover, looks at the screen, grins, goes to her purse, and takes out her makeup kit. She pops open the powder case and holds the small mirror towards the egg. His egg looked like cooled lava, black with occasional red threads. Now THAT was cool. Thank you. She doesn't see anything on the screen. Jacob focuses and then it appears. Ms. Clover smiles, nods, and goes to put up her powder.

For the next few days, Ms. Clover explains to Jacob what's going on. That his human DNA is being resequenced into draconic DNA they discovered in Antarctica, and it's being grown in his egg thanks to the machine feeding more DNA as needed into the egg. Jacob finds it all very interesting, the geek in him coming out, asking how they found dragon DNA, why they needed more dragons. She smiles and tells him the typical story. Dragon that they found and sampled came back to life and is bad. They have one good dragon they made, but they want more than just one so they could beat him even if he's REALLY strong, defend civilization, all this going to further convince him that this is a game rather than real life.

It's another few months, his egg having stayed the same size, but the feeling of weight has increased by a whole lot. Ms. Clover, or just Clover now, tells him that he weighs about five pounds now. That makes Red happy, and he's even used to the name Redneck now, or Red, because of how much it's used. Familiarity has made it pretty much his nickname now. He can feel legs and a tail developing on him, and grins inside the privacy of his own soul as he feels it all. This was the best character development he's ever seen.

"Alright..." Clover says as she puts in a final injection. "That's the last of the usable DNA from your old body." She says. "It's all dependent now on how you grow." She says, smiling and sitting down, crossing her legs and watching the readouts to make sure the cells are accepted, unknowingly giving Red a good panty shot. He can't really feel the DNA, but overnight, as he 'sleeps', he can feel his body getting heavier. He was growing more.

In the morning, Clover comes in with someone else, another human girl. She's got on a knee length skirt and has a deep tan. She's got on the same shirt as the girl he checked out at school. In fact, the more he looks at her, the more he's certain this IS the girl he checked out at school! The girl looks at the egg. "That's it?" She asks. Clover nods. "Yes. There are two others in development, but he is the most promising."

"He?" The new girl asks. "Well this keeps getting better, I thought most of our candidates were female. You're telling me this guy matched and beat girls in the games you used to test for the right traits?"

Clover nods. "Of course." She says, smiling. "And quite frankly, I'm glad. All our dragons won't be vulnerable when those male pheromones come around." She says, grinning. "Go on and check on the others." The girl nods and heads out the door, going down the hallway to check on the other viable ones.

Another month passes, Red growing along in his egg splendidly. Clover has taken to coming in early and staying late to make sure Red doesn't go insane in his confinement in the egg since he wasn't sleeping like the others normally did most of the day. He just has so many questions about what's going on in the world. She comes in one day with a big smile on her face and takes his egg out of its container. "Come on." She says, taking him down the hall. "Time to hatch out." She says, smiling. "I won't be able to see you until after you do."

Red finds himself set down in a darkish room with dim white lights, warm like sunlight. He stretches out but doesn't push thru the eggshell yet, somehow knowing it wasn't the right time. He falls asleep in the warm light and sleeps for a few days before finally waking up, ready to get out. He bursts his head thru the small hole in the egg and pushes himself out of the egg and looks around, then at himself, seeing his body looks almost the same, proportionally, to what he had seen before. His colors were off, he was mostly that dark red color. And there was this annoying little thing stuck behind his shoulder blades. He extends a wing to try to shake it off, but it doesn't go. He gives up and shakes like a dog, the shell flying off his back. He sighs and sits down, his scales having solved the itch as well. Now he can feel every part of his body. Now he knows he's alive. It's all so good, having toes he can wiggle, having wings, a tail, having eyes to blink, being able to close his eyes and NOT see anything! It was awesome. He was on cloud nine right now.

Then the girl from a few days before comes in and spoils it all. "Hello Redneck." She says, stopping in front of him, looking down at him, balancing her weight on her right leg while her left is off to the side, hands on her hips. "First thing you should know is...this is not a game."

Alright yall, let me know what you think. This whole story is uncharted territory for me. None of it has been storyboarded yet, and the only familiar characters are myself and Cynder, who appeared to act just like she did in the other story during that dream of mine. And my name was changed in the story.