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What a Beautiful Lie

Love can only finance so little..

What is this, this place...this...this feeling, what is it? Why does it hurt, why does it...it is all too strange. What is it, what is...what am I?

He awoke in a blurred vision, looking around himself. He was uncertain, sweaty, and fearful. His image of the world only blurred more as his hand went to clutch the sharp feeling over his chest. Almost immediately afterwards, his brain felt as if it had blown up. The emblazoned room echoed in his shriek of pain, ricocheting in his very own ears. After his recoil of pain, he relaxed. He reached around him, and his hand came into contact with a porcelain object.

What...why...no, what is this?

He brought himself up slightly, and his hand fell through with a splash. Immediately he vomited, and went to rub his watery eyes with his dry hand. Standing himself up, and extended an arm to feel around for any invisible objects. He could barely see, and he was finally realizing why. He stumbled and felt a wall, and followed his arm with a thud against what felt like a mirror. He coughed, sporadically. He collapsed slightly, but caught himself on the sink.

I can't believe I'm in a bathroom...

Finally, at the least he thought, a sense of normality was finally returning. He knew he was in a bathroom, but was not completely sure still. His body stood back up, and he began shuffling his feet to the left. Feeling around the wall, his left index finger found a switch. He flicked it, and collapsed.

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"Are you sure this will work?"

The man in a white coat asked, holding what seemed to be a needle. They were all in a very dark room with a single light.

"Yes, dammit, now put the damn thing into his vein before we lose it."

This voice was more rough than before, in fact it sounded more frightening than any other tone ever imaginable. A sharp feeling entered the strapped down man, followed by an even sharper yet cold feeling. The odd pain traveled up his arm, and then...

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"Mister..."

A soft voice crept into his mind, but he wasn't sure how he could even budge an eyelid.

"Mister, are you alright?"

There it was again, but was it just a dream? He wasn't sure, but he finally managed to open an eye. The figure in front of him was slender, graceful in many ways. She wore a blue outfit, and glasses. He smiled, trying to force himself to sit. He struggled, but after sometime and refusing her repeated offers of help he managed to slump against a wall.

"Yea, I'm fine..."

He was mumbling, actually wasn't too sure if what he said was audible. Yet, the girl smiled. But the smile was still filled with worry.

"Are you sure? I work at the local Hospital, and well...I'm pretty sure you look like you need something for that bump on your head."

It didn't occur to him until now that he had hit his head. Perhaps that was the pain from before, but when he felt his forehead he couldn't seem to find a bump. The girl smiled, with a slight giggle, and reached her hand to the back of his head. Her wrist moved with grace, and her hand's touch was very soft. Yet, no matter how soft, it knew she had found the bump. He flinched at the touch, sort of letting out a grumble which made her apologetic. He looked up at her, and smiled.

"No, no...don't say sorry. I should be thanking you for your kindness. I do have a favor to ask you..."

He wasn't sure what he wanted to ask, just that he wanted to talk. He stood up in the middle of his sentence, stumbling as he did so but managed to look into the mirror. His jaw dropped, metaphorically speaking, and he felt as if he wanted to cry.

"What's wrong?"

She was even more concerned than before, which he was thankful for. For that instant he was stopped from cry and sent into a yawning sigh.

"Could I...well, I guess my question is...where am I?"




They walked over to a little stand with cheap goods for sale, not sure where she was leading them. He kept up with some trouble, but they finally made it. It was a nice little building, the sign saying something pretty sad.

"Shinagawa Catholic Center for the Homeless"

They entered a door, a woman behind a desk smiled at the girl. She was not of Japanese blood, but of something European. They shuffled past the front desk, and the girl stopped in front of a door and smiled at him.

"There are some clothes and some towels, pick which you want."

She was still all smiles, which seemed to suppress any angry thoughts about being considered a hobo. He walked into the room, and was confronted by another woman folding laundry. This is when it struck him that the Center was completely staffed by Nuns. The woman, old and fragile looking, stopped to smile and continued to her folding but began to speak.

"Your new, so...pant size? No, let me guess..."

She stopped folding and took a good, long look at him. Then smiled.

"So sad that such a hansome young man like you ends up here. Alright, well here you go. Fits you, I think."

The Nun smiled, handing him a black denim jeans with some scuff marks. As well, he recieved a tan t-shirt and a green towel. No underwear, but that was fine...he would look normal now, hopefully. He left the room, finding the girl to be exactly where he left her.




He was focused on the mirror, rubbing his chin. He liked the new style (http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/2294/l1fe37adbc23aaf73243837qw1.jpg).

"So, how is it?"

She was all yippy for some reason, yet...he sort of enjoyed the flattering. He smiled, and turned to her.

"So...why are you doing all of this for me, anyways?"

He showed an obvious expression of confusion. For the first time, she seemed to almost frown. Not a sad or upset frown, but an uncertain frown. She was stumped for awhile, but continued.

"I..I don't know. When I first saw you this morning, I just felt obligated to help. Ya'know...I guess you seemed out of place like that."

Her facial expression was heavy in thought. His stomach made a loud, whining pitch which seemed to cause the opposite expression on her face.

"Oh, I remember now...I was wondering if you wanted something to eat, I know this great restaurant just a few blocks away."

As soon as she mentioned it, she was already heading down the street. He sighed, but kept up with her.

Told Ya So

The ominous cackle had always sent a shrivel down Hanzo's spine, however it sort of relieved him as well. It was sort of a trademark in the office, but whatever he thought.

"I want you to open up his file again."

The ominous, deep voice emerged again from behind it's back-faced chair. Hanzo frowned, speaking up.

"Uhh...Sir, which file again?"

It was eerie, the silence that followed.

"Subject 3635, next time remember what I mean."

Dick...

Hanzo smiled at the thought of thinking of his boss as a dick, so he turned and headed out of the room an towards archiving. He entered a dusky room filled with a few nerds overlooking their computer screens with great interest. He was sure one of them had quickly exited out of a game to hide the fact he was off track. Hanzo was greeted by your average looking pen pusher, sort of with a nervous studder.

Well, at least someone fearfully respects me here...

"Salutations, sir. How may Archiving help?"

Hanzo sort of cracked up in a way.

...Salutations...what the...never mind.

"Yes, greetings as well. I need your guys to pull up all the files you can on Subje..."

Shit...think, don't look like a bureaucratic idiot now...

"Subject 3635, thanks."

The nerd didn't seem to notice the slur, which kept Hanzo pretty calm. He stood and waited as the guys went on to crunch their keys.

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Note - Going to stop for now, want to walk around the house...go use the bathroom...yup...hope ya like so far, readers.

OOC: A little hard to follow with the separate story lines but I hope you finish this one because it has a lot of potential.

Disclaimer: Thank you Layarteb for your feedback, yes I was sort of worried this would be confusing as to how I wrote it.

I am going to sort of keep it a bit more organized for later posts, but here's a little key -

RED TEXT - Flashbacks throughout the Story, always will be Subject 3635's memories.

ITALICS - Thoughts, generally I sort of lead it to a way where people understand who is thinking. If you haven't noticed yet, the main character of the first part is 3635 and the second part is Hanzo. So Italics will always be whoever the story is following.

BIG SPACES BETWEEN PARAGRAPHS - Time jumps, so I don't have to bore you with how the haircut went. ;)

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- Break between flashbacks and reality. Also, comming up soon, will be the break between the file *expressed in liveliehood, not just 'Well it says this...'*.
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BLUE TEXT - The File, which will be comming up soon.

Today is my little sister's 12th B-Day, so this be the year all hell breaks loose...

Anyways, I'll be back to post tonight. Also, I forgot to make a quote for 'Told Ya So' but I think that is fine.

:-D

It isn't what it seems

"So, this is him?"

The voice of Hanzo aroused the silence in the deadened room, calling for the attention of the seated man from before.

"Yes, it is..."

They both crept back into the silent, mode of thought. The picture of Subject 3635 lie ontop of a file, filled with records of all sorts and types. The man was 5'10, 176 Pounds, and had the normal dark eyes and dark hair. His background was interesting, ex-military, drunkard, the usual guest at his local precinct. The guy had become a mess, and that made him a perfect target. No one would really miss him, or remember his existance. The Police might just think he went crazy and ran off, probably to Mount Fuji or the sea. Never to be seen again, and that was the intended result.

"But...why?"

Hanzo asked, knowing why but meaning exactly why. The man made somewhat of a 'hmph' noise, in a questionable tone. Hanzo let out a small cough, and asked again.

"I mean...exactly, why did this guy have to be selected?"

There it was again, the silence. Infact, it was pretty relaxing rather than eerie. The man was generally an ass hole, yelling and doing what he could to retain his seat of power. It seemed, though, that lately he was losing confidence in his own pillars of strength. Maybe there was something in this man, 3635, that he saw that could save him...or would it destroy him?

"There..."

He was, for the first time, qualm. Seeming at peace with the world, even if it was for an instant it would be something that Hanzo would never forget. He raised a hand, his numb hand. Finger erect, he pointed to a wall. Hanzo turned to hit, and found that there was a small picture frame.

"Behind it, the safe. It's unlocked."

Hanzo shrugged, and walked over to the picture. It was just an old painting of a flower, a scarlet, thorny flower. The title was strange, 'Love is such a horrible thing..', but he payed no mind to it. He carefully removed the picture, and opened the safe. Inside were some pictures, some documents. He took out the first thing his hand had grasped.

"No way..."

Utopian Fears

"So, you're telling my you can't remember anything? Anything at all, just that you found yourself in a bathroom."

Even while frustratingly puzzled, she was still kind of cute. He was beginning to think of this, but he kept his mind settled on other matters. For instance, like his mouth full of boiled shrimp.

"No, nothing. Just blurry images, but I can't tell if they are nightmares or not."

He had put little effort to speak fluently, putting slurping pauses in between some words. He was sure she understood him, so he made no thought to repeat himself.

"So..can you remember your name?"

She asked very timidly, like she was expecting a negative response. But, instead, he just sighed. Infact, he didn't sigh but the slurping was put to a dramatic hault. Almost like he had seen a ghost, kind of like time it self slowed down for him. He sat there, with a noodle from his fresh rammen somewhat parted between his lips. He sat there, and thought. The harder he thought, though, the more violant his head felt. He stood up, and excused himself.

What...what is my name?

He was thinking to himself as he approached the Males' Restroom, and stopped himself as he saw his face in a mirror. His eyes gazed at the strange figure, not even knowing who it was anymore. He began to reach out to the mirror, touching his reflected cheek.

What...who am I?

He buckled, feeling his stomach flinch. That's when his stomach felt as if it had been blown to pieces.

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"His vitals, there going down the shitter and fast!"

People dressed in white began shuffling around in panic, attaching things to his IV and beginning to pump his chest.

"He isn't going to make it, someone I need the paddles now!"

His eyes began to roll into the back of his head, thoughts hitting him in a blankness. He wasn't even sure what was happening anymore, his body began to jerk but his mind slowly began to come to a stop.

"CLEAR!"

His body jerked again, but more violantly. He felt numb now, though, and felt himself just become lighter and lighter.

"DAMMIT......RAISE IT HIGHER!"

His body jerked again, more violently. This time, his eyes were open.

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"You're gonna be fine, okay buddy? You passed out in the bathroom of a restaurant, your heart stopped beating but we were able to bring you back. Just don't make any sudden moves, here you even got a visitor. She was performing first aid when we arrived, infact you may even owe her your life."

The nurse smiled at him, and went on to check his vitals one last time. She made a check on her little notepad, and went on to the next bed over. He felt like I was paralyzed, but managed to slightly turn his head. There she was, praying.

"Ar..Ar...whe...where are...am I?"

He struggled for words, but what came out were raspy exhalations. It was enough, however, to snap her out of her lull of God. She began to cry, and almost literally jumped him. She hugged him, infact the shock of her sudden movement made his heart monitor speed up. Well, made his heart speed up.

"I'm so happy you're alright, someone heard you collapse and I rushed into the bathroom. There was blood in the sink, on the floor, and it seemed as if you were pukeing. You spoke a little, and motioned your hand as if you were reaching for someone...something. I...I'm just so happy you're okay!"

She continued to hug him, muffling her joy into his chest. He attempted to smile, again thinking why this young girl had been helping him all this time.

Report

So it all made sense to Hanzo now, well...not really but for now he was satasified. He was in the back of a black, imported German car. The car pulled up infront of a nice looking house, and he emerged. He pulled out a small card, and read it to himself.

This has got to be the place then...

He tapped the roof of the Mercedes-Benz, letting his driver know that he'll get a chance to driver the nice car about town for the next 10 minutes. The car's engine made a soft noise as it began to drive off, and Hanzo began his walk towards the gates in the front of the house. He pushed a button on a speaker box, and the gates opened.

He walked through the courtyard, rarely was it ever this empty. A man opened the front door from the inside out, greeting Hanzo. He came in, and was motioned to a side room. Inside there was the faint smell of luxury leasure, old and from the emergence era, and heard a faint sound of classical music. He smiled, one of the only songs he enjoyed from the man. Ave Marie.

"Welcome, Hanzo. I am glad you have shown up so punctually. I expect the car ride over was examplary, no?"

Hanzo's smile turned a bit awry, irritated by the sudden burst of noise. Yet, he maintained composure.

"Yes, Prime Minister. All was well, and I expect you did not have to wait long for me, no?"

The Prime Minister let out a slight laugh, all Politicians were full of shit.

"Please, sit. I am eager to hear what news my friend has sent me. I would hope it is good, correct?"

Hanzo smiled at the Prime Minister as he sat in the chair to the left. He wasn't very comfortable, no matter how plush the chair's filling is.

"Yes, very exemplary the news is."

The Prime Minister turned and smiled, and offered him a glass of aged American Whiskey. Hanzo thanked him, and pretty much downed the thin in under six seconds. The slight burn relaxed him, as would the next glass as soon as it would be filled.

"He would like to say that Project Enzo has been a success so far, our latest subject has lasted longer than the past subjects."

The Prime Minister nodded his head, which meant good. A small silence emerged as a servant came in with a fresh bottle of the Whiskey, and poured Hanzo a glass. They both thanked the woman, and continued to talk.

Disclaimer: School right now, and class is about to be dismissed. Will continue in an hour.