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Posted: Fri Mar 03, 2006 12:12 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2006 9:03 am
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2006 11:49 am
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Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2006 11:18 am
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Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2006 11:58 am
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Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2006 3:19 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2006 5:11 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 8:19 am
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 3:14 pm
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He heard Lena speak and looked over in her direction. She asked something that Taern was going to respond to, but later saw that she had answered her own question just by thinking about it. The he began to think himself.
In his mind he kept asking himself why he was here. If what Lena has said about him was true, then why was he at Ria High of all places? This was no battlefield, and it didn't seem like there was much to learn from an intellectual standpoint. If fighting a war was his purpose, why was there no war to fight?
He then thought back to the day he came to Ria. They day when he was completely broken, no emotion or soul, no reason to think or feel about anything at all. He was also physically broken but had only healed in a few days and then was back on his feet, everything, including his mind, intact.
Taern then had a very short vision that screamed through his mind like a bullet through the air. He saw himself running from black, shadowy figures. They had guns with them and they were shooting at him, trying to make him stop. Then Taern turned around to face them and all he did was raise his hand and they were gone.
Coming back to reality he opened his eyes wide, gasping for air like he had almost drowned. His red eye hurt and he held the side of his face with his hand to dull the pain. He then looked out into an empty space and saw nothing but sunlight hitting the grass. He felt nothing but the tree to his back, Lena's presence, and the wind blowing gently at his back.
He stopped gripping his face and relaxed again, resting against the trunk of the tree. He opened a file with his eye's HUD and began to read through it, picking out any important details.
"Let's see what I find this time.",he spoke to himself.
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 9:23 am
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 4:02 pm
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I the middle of reading his file, his eye all of a sudden shut off. He tried to gain access to the file but couldn't. It was locked away and he didn't know how to backdoor his own head. He eventually just let it be, returning his eye to it's standard visual mode.
He then took a deep breath and closed his eyes, resting his head against the tree.
When he opened his eyes, he wasn't at Ria anymore. Everything around his was made of metal and there were signs on the wall. A ominous, green glow filled out the room he was standing in. He saw several men of varying ages staring at the light. They were all wearing lab coats and carrying notepads, writing down notes and observations.
What he saw next left a disgusting taste in his mouth, a disgusted feel in his stomach, and emptiness in his eyes, and a pain in his head. In side that green light that lit the room was a tube. Inside that tube was liquid. Inside that liquid was himself. Several tubes and wires came from his body and the base of the tube, running to different machines around the room. Why was he in that tube and what was he doing there?
He turned to leave but then he felt something. The feeling was familiar. He looked at his arm and a hand appeared on it. Then slowly, Lena came into view. He looked at her, and then back at the men in their coats, and himself in the tube. He wanted to destroy everything here, he felt the need to, but whenever he tried to touch something, he couldn't. His hand would pass right through it. He tried and tried again, go into a mad rage, roaring and screaming, trying to destroy his own memories but, everything he tried yielded absolutely no results.
When he realized this fact, he stopped. He stood still, breathing heavy, eyes wide. He then receded into a corner, fell against the wall, as sunk down to the floor, blankly staring at the tube he was concealed in. It was what he wanted to get rid of most. He wanted to destroy himself but he couldn't so he just sat there, wondering what to do next.
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Posted: Fri Mar 10, 2006 8:36 am
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Posted: Fri Mar 10, 2006 11:45 am
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Posted: Fri Mar 10, 2006 8:37 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2006 9:18 am
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A shirll and high pitched greeting raced through the memory he was trapped in. He knew it came from the outside which meant that he still had a chance of getting out. The only was he was going to accomplish that task is if he conquered this nightmare he was in.
Suddenly, the room began to spin, getting faster and faster until a whole knew memory was before him. The same scientist were now standing over his body, which was lying on a table. Mechanical arms meticulously cut as Taern's body, taking out organic parts, and replacing them with metal ones.
Again. Taern felt the strong urge to destroy his own mind, his own memory, maybe even destroy himself. But time and time again,. he came to realization that it was all to no avail. These things weren't going to go away and no matter how hard he tried, he knew he couldn't bring himself to even try to get rid of them.
Then Taern came to a shocking conclusion. Why was he so afraid? What was there top be afraid of? Whatever happened in the past had not killed him. It may have stolen his humanity but that didn't seem like anything to cry over. Taern finally stood up and began to laugh. He started with a soft soft chuckle which, within a few seconds became a hysterical laugh.
He knew there were still things to find out about himself. He knew that they're were things that he would find out, and then they would horrify him but, Taern was focused on the here and now. There was nothing to be afraid of. If anything, these memories were hilarious.
Taern opened his eyes. Things were a bit foggy and then he focused. First his natural eye, then his artificial one. He then looked at Lena, who was sitting beside him. She had withdrew her hand, but still seemed to be fading in and out between reality and somewhere else. He then looked up. A young girl was staring him in the face, smiling.
Who is she?, Taern thought to himself. Why is she here? What is she doing? Taern kept asking himself questions until he spoke.
"Can I help you?"
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