P:A Chapter 1
"The key to our buisnesses strive to achive a perfect being, begins with the smallest step. A very, small step.." Dr. ryans voice played through the breifing rooms com system. To give the team a small perk of motivation for their upcoming prosedure....
prologue to Project:animus
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What I Need...
I Need more then A gental friend I Need more then comforting words I Need more then Momentary protection from greif I Need more then a pat on the back I Need more then someone ruffling my fur for play I Need more then that. I Need my other...
P:A chapter 2
The faint sound of hydrulics rushing through titanium lined piping could be heard from within the decontamination chamber, giving a warning that the vault leading to the lab was about to unhatch. "Makes you Cringe, dosn't it?" Smith...
Recoil: Chapter 2, Advocate
I was paranoid, driving west along the open roads and highways. Having already avoided 2 cruisers today, I was beginning to assume that my identity was nation-wide knowledge. If not international. I took my right hand off the wheel and picked up my...
Recoil: Chapter 1, Reaper
My vision pulsed with my heart as I tucked and rolled, evading the onslaught of fists. "Not bad! But I'm afraid you'll have to try harder." I mocked as my elbow connected with the junior's spine, leaving him crumpled on the pavement. Bringing my...
Recollection: chapter 1
The cold stone and grime from the floor, mixed with the metallic taste and scent of blood restarted my consciousness. Through the blur and haze obscuring my vision I could make out a light, casting long ominous shadows off looming steel support...
Recoil: Chapter 8, Impact
The smog in the turbulent air tossed the cargo plane I sat in mildly, hooks and clasps clattered against the metal walls. "Drop zone in range, T-Minus 60 seconds, stay frosty Panther" Layton spoke through my suits comm system. "Aim for the glass...
Recoil: Chapter 3, Clean
When he woke again, I had already been driving for a couple hours, so it was already starting to break dawn. And If I do say so myself, it couldn't be too much more scenic then now. The first rays of the sun were beaming over the Montana valley,...
Recoil: Chapter 4, Aftermath
I couldn't breath. Everything was blurred white and the sound of rushing steam was overwhelming. I tried moving, but with no avail, as if my muscles were not obeying my brain. _What is going on!?_ I yelled in my head, not having the vocal ability to...
Recoil: chapter 7, Reflections.
After I slayed the tank, we shipped out back to base camp, which was about 50 miles away. My state of invulnerability only lasted 20. I dropped on the spot, not unconscious, but sore as hell. I dragged myself to a tree stump and tossed myself over...
Recoil: Chapter 5, Proposition
The actual drawing of my blood had only taken about 8 minutes, a small prick and some numbness, but that was all. Afterwards, rather than beaten down a hall, I was escorted up a few story levels, to a very pleasant looking room, complete with a...