NationStates Jolt Archive

"What am I?...Who am I?" asked a paniced and dillusional man, his body winced in pain, his arms and legs were bound to a cold metallic seat. He was drenched in sweat, his face deshevelled and bruised, with a still fresh cut on his cheek. His hair drapped down his forehead, soaked from cold water thrown onto him. There was a single light in the darkness which illuminated only his plight. He was not alone, something else loomed in the darkness, an unseen force which controlled him.
"Your name is not important" a cold and quick voice retorted, "But what you are is important". The direction of this voice came from all around. The young man whipped his head from side to side, his chest expanding and collapsing from heavy breathing.
"W-What do you want from me?!" the young man demanded, almost screaming, but he was too exhausted to be any louder. He was scared. uncertain except for the possibility that he might die.
"I am Genesis" the voice returned "You are the beginning...I made you what you are"
"What am I!" the young man demanded, his muscles tightening as he tried to break free.
"A God" Genesis answered, his voice baratone and resounding through the darkness. "You are just one of many, but you are all the beginning, the beginning of a new breed. More will come"
"Dammit, I want to know who I am, tell me who I am!" anger began to build inside the young man, he felt his heart pump, a fire began to burn inside him. His head bowed towards the ground. Genesis still remained back, he knew what was happening, he smiled in the darkness.

The young man's head shot up, eyes yellow. Hie breathing was heavy and methodical, something was happening to him. You are the beginning. His muscles were on fire, his arms began to move, and finally his arms shot out, ripping the bindings as he screamed, almost a growl. He stood erect, shirtless and his jeans worn. Something strange was brewing inside him, his teeth were not like that of an ordinary man, his yellow eyes raced around the room, he could see everything now. It was a small room, about 15 feet by 15 feet. There was a mirror on the opposite end with a camera at a corner. He moved towards the mirror, banging on it, again and again, fueled by hatred the man continued his assault on the large mirror. On the other side the lab technicians stepped back for they could see the anger in his eyes. But Genesis stood firm.
"Sir, his readings are off the charts!" exclaimed a man at a computer.
"His metabolic rate had accelerated, adrenaline glands have also expanded, the oxygen intake into his lings and muscles has also increased" said a female medical technician, she was young with black hair and dark skin, she was beautiful and wore a white lab coat and thin black framed glasses. There was a look of concern on her face as she saw the caged animal struggle to break free.
"Everything's going perfectly" genesis said as he studied the man fight for his life, unrelenting in his resolve to break free. The mirror was made of a special material and was holding...for now.
"Sir, his heart rate is damgerously high, he'll kill himself! We need to activate the sleeping agent" the woman exclaimed.
"Nonsense, this is a test...to see how far he can go" Genesis answered. The young man backed up then charged the mirror, putting his shoulder into it and the mirror began to crack and fracture where he impacted. A gasp came from all the technicians in the room, even Genesis back up once or twice.
"That's impossible!" Shouted a large muscular man in a suit, he wore glasses and an earpiece in his ear, this man was chief of security. "Sir, my men are standing by to put him down if need be" he was concerned but still stoic. He was in his late thirties with a trimmed beard. Behind those sunglasses were gray blue eyes which told a story of trial by fire. He watched the young man with the look of a hunter.

The young man growled and snarled like a beast as he pounded against the mirror. Each blow weakened the mirror. On the other side the technicians were panicking. Several security guards came into the room with stun guns and OC spray. Finally, after repeated pleas, Genesis gave in and allowed the other to leave. last to leave was the woman whose name tag read: Claire Santini. Claire looked back and hung her head down, she knew what they would do to him. The beast in the cage bashed the mirror one last time and it gave in, shattering and collapsing onto the ground. The men in uniforms stood ready but scared. The young man leaped through the opening and all one could hear were screams from the room as the security men struggled to stay alive and in one piece against a man who was not a man, but a predator. He darted across the room, dodging the tazers and streams of OC spray which accidently hit another man who screamed in pain. The predator threw a man across the room who smasked into a wall and onto the ground. His strength was superhuman as was his speed. Within seconds, the security team lay on the ground, severely injured.

The predator moved through the long white hallways as people fleed from him, he was searching for an exit so that he may escape. Blood was splattered over his body as his yellow eyes searched the corridors and hallways. The chief of security, named Eckhart rounded the corner, a pistol in hand.
"Screw protocol" he said and began to fire off rounds which the predator easily dodged. He leaped into the air, thrusted his two legs forwards and his feet impacted Eckhart who flew backwards and onto the ground. The hunter was now the hunted. The predator continued his ramapge through the compund. Claire hurried down the hallway, papers in hand as she weaved in and out of the crowd. She rounded the corner, her hair done in a ponytail. All of a sudden, he emerged at the other end, she stopped dead in her tracks, scarred out of her mind. He came closer, methodically, eyes on her. She backed up against a wall and shaked as the man came right up against her, his nostrils running over his cheek, his hand grabbed his chin, he examined her. Clare posed np threat so he backed away.
"G-Go that way!" Claire said, voice shaking as she stretched an arm out down the right corridor. The predoator looked at her and ran off. She fell to the ground and sat beside herself. What have I helped to create? The young man, the beast moved down the corridor and escaped the building and into the night...

"I do not want anything from you. But your people do. You are the Third One, promised generations ago, after the end of the Last War. You are what they will call a god, but you and I know differently. You are my representative to this plane. You will rule in my Name.

Your name is Ptath........."

OOC: Basically this is in a sense, a superhero rp. You can be just about anything you want. It's like the show Heroes and X-Men rapped into one. These people with special powers are metahumans, they are few in numbers right now but more are being breeded. They were once normal people, kidnapped and taken to a secret facility run by an as of now, unknown organization. There are some who are still in the facility while others were releases into society but are being watched. Life is about the choices we make and the consequences that follow. Will you use your powers for good or for evil? Will you try to go on with your life? Or will you try yo bring an end to the metahumans?

The sun rose over the tree tops, it was a brisk morning as the autumn leaves began to fall from the trees. A mixture of orange, red, and yellow. The sun's rays washed away the darkness as the forest came alive and woke. The young man woke up next to a fallen tree. He quickly turned over and vomitted onto the ground. His head was pounding and his stomach ached. He tried to stand but was too dizzy. He had no shoes and now shirt. He ran a hand along his chest and saw the blood. What happened? Where am I? Who am I? That was just a few of the questions that ran through his scattered mind. Finally, he stood up and looked around, all he could see was forest. He began to stagger and got his legs back quite quickly. He looked off in one direction and got a feeling that he should go in that direction. His senses felt more...acute all of a sudden. He walked and walked for several miles until he came upon an empty road. A gust of wind picked up and leaves blew across the road. He found a puddle and washed off the blood which had dried on his chest. A truck lumbered down the road. Inside there was a heafty man with a John Deer hat on and listening to country music while he drove his big rig. He noticed the half maked man and pulled over, rolling down his window.
"You alright, mister?" he asked, confused at the sight he saw. The young man looked at him but said nothing.
"I asked are you alright?" he said again. "Well, get in, I'll give you a lift". The young man walked around and entered the truck.

Eckhart moved down the hallway, sore and angered. He was a proud man and didn't take failures well, especially his own. He failed to keep the man contained and felt personally responsible for what occurred. He made a silent promise to redemn himself, no matter what the cost. He entered the control room of the building where there were other important people gathered, most of them heads of Project Origin as well as other unknown men. Genesis stood at the head of the long oak table, they took their seats but he remained standing, his eyes scanning the room.
"Gentlemen and ladies" he began "Project Origin even from the beginning produced valuable fruits of labor. The human genome is a complicated thing which we have spent decades trying to map and understand. The fields of genetics, chemistyry, biology and many other ones have benefited from what we are doing here. Over the past two years we've made more advances and discoveries than any other project has in the past two decades. By filling in the blanks ourselves we've created something even greater than we originally imagined..."
"Like what happened last night?" an older man in a suit cut in, his face was showing signs of aging but still bright enough. "The board is displeased with what happened and we must admit the Project had been very beneficial, this upset could destroy everything and put us all in jeopardy."
"I understand that but what you are all failing to see is what we've created. Origin has created a new breed of humans, a superior species. They can help us to understand what we've always wondered, our questions will soon be answered." Genesis said, he sensed that the board was not moved and were ignboring all the work they'd done.
"We must concentrate on damage control. This situation must be resolved before any further damage is inflicted." the boardsman replied. "This will jeopardize everything!"
"I have full confidence in Mr.Eckhart and the expertise he brings to the table. We will recover the specimen and continue our work"
"No, you will terminate the project" he demanded, voice sterna nd driving towards more than just closing the door to the facility. Claire stood in the backround, her brief was next. She was still shaken by what happened last night and she hadn't slept at all. She caught the undertone of his words, he means terminate all the people that were subjected to the experiments, there were too many lives at stake now.
"You can't be serious!" Genesis exclaimed.
"We are serious and you will comply or find yourself out of a job and on the street!" the older man snapped back.

Meanwhile the young man was curled up in the passenger seat of a big rig barreling down the highway outside Albany towards New York. He hadn't said a word in over an hour and the driver felt uncomfortable.
"What's your name, stranger?" he asked, trying the break the ice. The young man was wearing a hoddie that the driver gave him. "My name's Steve" Steve looked back at the road and shifted gears and looked back at him. He looked tired, confused.
''I-I don't know" he finally answered.
"You don't know what you're name is?" Steve chuckled but began to weeze from all the cigarettes he'd smoked for the past twenty years. "That just sounds weird if you ask me. Hmm...I'll give you a name then, how does that sound?"
"Not that great" he the young man responded, voice weak. Steve saw his hat in the mirror.
"John! That's what I'll call ya...How does that sound, it's simple enough and'll suit ya till ya find another one, eh?"
"I guess that's alright" John replied. He didn't care at that point. There was a growl in his stomach, loud enough for Steve to hear it.
"There's a good diner coming up about ten miles. We'll stop there and eat" he replied and continued to drive onwards.

A cool breeze drove across the grassy field as clouds moved lazily in the mid-day sky. The sun's warming rays basking everything. A young woman scampered to the top of the hill, turning her head back and flicking her dirty blonde hair back, revealing her beautiful and radiant face. She smiled as a man stood at the base of the hill, carrying a basket.
"C'mon, honey" she beckoned "This is the spot I told you about" and she looked off to the horizon.
"My family has a history of heart problems, and you know it. I think you're trying to kill me" he joked as he strode up the hill, taking in the breeze. Finally, he reached the top and his angel greeted him with an embrace and a gentle kiss on the lips. He set the basket down and they stood next to each other, enjoying the view of the distant city and surrounding countryside.
"What a view" she remarked, wrapping her slender arm around his waist, looking up at him with her blue eyes.
"I'm glad to be leaving" he replied, his arm wrapping around her shoulder, brining her closer and giving her a kiss on the forehead, she giggled.
"I love you" she said in a sweet tone and kissed him again.
"That makes two of us" he responded with a smile.

The jolt of the truck stopping jerked John from his gentle dream and he awoke to the truck stopping in the large gravel trucking stop of the Parkway Diner, a frequent stop for truckers. The dream was warm and inviting, the angel welcomed him into her arms.
"We're there partner" Steve said as he undid the seatbelt and staggered out of the truck. John got out and they walked into the diner. At the table Steve ordered for the two of them and they sat across from one another. During the silence, John studied his new friend who sat there sipping coffee, he removed his John Deer hat, revealing his reseeding hairline. They made small talk, very small talk. They in fact studied each other. The trucker saw his passenger as a scared and mysterious young man and the passenger saw the trucker as a worn out saddened man, happy for company.

The diner was sparce of people, it was early in the morning and many of the other truckers were still asleep in their trucks. Steve stirred his coffee, gaze drifting towards the past as the creamer swirled with the black coffee. His plad sleeves were rolled up, revealing his hairy arms. The trucker did most of the talking, Steve came from a blue collar family in Erie, Pennsylvania. He graduated high school but dropped out of college and went to truck driving school which has been his occupation for many years now. He was divorced with three children, all nearly grown up and moving on...without dad.
"So that's my life story, kid" he finished off the cup of coffee, sighing and resting back into the booth seating. "My ex-wife Mollie lives up near Boston now, with her husband...I made some bad choices in my life, John. But that's what it's about"
"What's about what?" John asked, perplexed.
"Life is about the choices we make and the consequences that follow. I made bad choices and here I am, still a truck driver after twenty five years, divorced, and an alcoholic." The words were wise and John soaked them in, despite being an alcoholic, Steve was wise in his own way.
"Now I have to choose" John began "I don't remember anything, only fragments, pieces of a puzzle."
"I guess you'll have to go and find them pieces" Steve replied, searching for his pack of cigarettes. They had been traveling together for over a day and already they found a common bond, their pasts. Steve was a good man at heart who only made a few bad choices in life. "Damn, what I need to find is another pack of cigarettes" he groaned out of the booth and headed towards the door, saying "I'll be back soon". John lingered in the booth, thinking about what to do next.

As Steve walked to the gas station across from the diner to purchase a pack or two of cigarettes, a blue Oldsmobile pulled into the gas station, two young men inside, they waited till Steve walked past them before they exited and entered the store. neither of them seemed older than 21 but wore the faces of full grown adults, determined. One was tall, lanky and wearing a hoodie, the other was shorter with black hair and a leather jacket. Steve approached the counter to pick out some Camel's, which were his favorite brand. The shorter one reached inside his jacket and produced a .38 and charged towards Steve, the barrel digging into the back of his neck.
"Don't look back!" the young man barked, the cashier was a young woman who took the job only a month prior, she screamed out of fear, resounding through the service station. The tall one took out a knife and leaped over the counter.
"Shut up you bitch! Open the register!" he demanded, the woman, named Laura was trembling and tears welled in her eyes. But, she complied and began to open the register.

John's head shot up as the scream resonated in his ear, no one else in the diner heared it. He looked acorss the parking lot and wondered what was happening, he left the diner in a hurry and moved across the parking lot. As he made his way to the glass door, her stopped and saw the two young robbers, weapons drawn on the hapless victims. A rage began to build as he saw Steve being knocked to the ground by a forceful blow from a pistol whip. A familiar sensation eveloped him as his head began to pound. His blue eyes swirled yellow as the instincts overtook him. Like a beast he charged through the door, bursting it open, the shorter one with the gun was stunned by the charge and wheeled around, only to be forced back by a powerful blow from John's fist, a shot blew through the glass window. The lanky fellow with the knife was teriffied and came at John, slashing his arm but John grabbed the young boy, lifting him from the ground and tossing him easilt through the glass, shattering. The short man scrambled to retrieve the revolver but John grabbed him by the foot and dragged him back, flipping him over and grabbed his stocky neck. A powerful hand clamped down on the throat, crushing it like a can.

John stood up, looming over the crippled young man, the other one lay outside in agony. He rushed out the door and stepped over the other man who cowered and trembled for his life.
"P-Please don't kill me!" he pleaded, but John's eyes were fixed on blood rage. Steve struggled to his feet, two teeth knocked out and a throbbing headache. He was dizzy but regained his footing and saw John standing over the young man ready to kill. Who are you? What are you, John? He could hardly believe what was witnessed, but he knew that John would kill.
''John! Don't kill him!" he shouted, voice weak, straining. Yellow eyes gazed over to Steve. "He's harmless now, just a kid!" Those words resounded through John's enraged mind, he looked down and saw in fact, a kid. Someone who made a wrong choice, but was still young enough to change. The rage slowly seeped out and his muscles relaxed and sore muscles and a weary body returned. The kid ran off. Life is about the choices we make and the consequences that follow.

OOC: Sorry for the un-related clutter here! really...but Kulikovia could you please cheak your telegrams?

OOC: Sorry, I've been suffering from writer's block and real life is killing me. This rp here could be great, but no one's interested.