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TH3 PR0J3CT TR1L0GY- Each tells the tale of a diffirent child, all of them results of genetic engenerring, or a lab accident gone wrong. These 3 children have never met, have their own clicks, and have completly seprate "powers." But one thing they do have in common is that this is all taking place at the same government area [or lab, whatever you want to call it.] named Isuna Enterprises [a cover name.]
Now, the lab itself isn't really all that bad. It's not much diffirent than a boarding school, really. But all the children here know- no matter what the group leaders tell them- that they have family outside these walls. Family who have been looking for them since they were capured at age 9.
Book 1- Becky, or the Ang3l Pr0j3ct. "I never really did like people totching my back. I don't know why. My legs, fine. My arms- fine. My face- Well, ok... but fine... The wierd thing is, my group leader, Sam says it's normal for those of us in the Angel Project. He says that that means I'm gonna grow my wings soon."
[sorry, that's all I've got for Becky. It's 11:11 here, so my mind isn't at full capacity. but somehow, David and Terra were begging to have more added; while Becky was like 'Eh. I like less. More mystery that way. Keep me short.']
Book 2- David, or the Lum1n353nc3 Pr0j3ct. [ That first word is Luminesence] "My name- LiPr #5109. No, that's not my name... David. My name is David. I am part of the "chosen few" that get to be in the Luminesenece Experiment. If it goes right, if I survive, my family leader tells me, I'll become one of the few who get to venture outside... As an assasin, mind you, but still, outside. No fence, or gates. The real world."
"They say the word- out there- is strange, and people will hate me because I've got a few- um- scars on me. That's not it, I know. I don't know the truth, or why I was recruted- or even captured in the first place- but I know that's not the truth."
"There are people in there dying everyday. The foam on the walls of our bunks is said to protect us from the pain. But I know, it's just to muffle the screams of those innocent people... But it doesn't work. Everyone- the whole School knows. The leaders don't think we do, but we know. we know everyting. We were all- every last one of us- designed to gather intellegance and piece together mysteries."
"Why isn't anyone fighting back? I'll tell you why. They have us all chipped.Chips inplanted on a pressure point- at random for each student- but the way they engenereed us (you have to give them creidt for thiking ahead) is that if one, just one pressure point- becomes active, all blood flow ceases. Now, we were all made to be able to withstand little to no Oxygen. But this doesn't just deprive you of Oxygen, it deprives you of your memory, your powers- both only temporay of corse- but just enough so that if you're "Chipped On" for too long you die."
" We'er chipped. One false move, and the entire School- that's the code word the kids there, me too, call each other- is gone."
"We've all agreed if they kill us, they'll be no trace. No evidance, and no trial. They get off free.
If any of us dies, it's gonna be because one of us was killed by one of the ex-leaders after they get out of jail. That is- when and if."
Book 3- Terra, or the J35u5 Pr0j3ct. "...Floating. Black all around me. Those Daemons are trying to eat my soul. Trying to- but not suceeding. For now."
"I am Terra Stones, and I escaped. I escaped the torture of the secrets the leaders kept from us. The pain of hearing my family- miles away- worry for me, even after all this time. I escaped because I died.
I died- Floating in the blackness of the abyss, silently screaming for help. Then, the Daemons came. They came for me, just as i was about to die for real, and you saved me. Sir-I mean- Mr. Tyler, you saved me.[pause] And, now I'm going to return the favor. Are you ready? Follow what i say to the T. Got it?' Mr. Tyler nodded. I replied with one word, pushing him to give him momemtum- Just one word- 'GO!'
My timing was perfect, for just as Mr. Tyler and I were out of the house, about ten feet away, the house exploded. getting yp, and examing the bomb, I commeted 'Yep. Typical Isuna. A Student-only harming bomb.' I held up the remains of the bomb, which made Mr. Tyler flinch."
"I think I was begenning to like Mr. Tyler- against all my programming of 'No Emotion!' I was starting to love him like the father I was taken away from. Was this what happened when you got far enough away from the lab? The 'No Emotion' database just- died? Although, honesly- that database never really worked anyways."
"They're lying to you, sir, it's not a sweatshop, and it;s not a boarding school. It's a torture center."
"My last power is fading, the Daemons will be able to get to me now. I need to escape... high school. Normal teenage girl. Not a geneticly enhanced experement gone wrong."
"The Jesus Project. 10 seventeen year-olds risking their lives for science. We were the "Chosen Ones" they called us. We were the oldest of the entire school. They said we could be immortal, be able to control the elements, be gods. That was why it was called the Jesus Project.
They tried to allow each one of us an individual power. The same powers the Christain's Jesus Christ was said to have. They said if it worked, it could prove the existance of Jesus- undeniable proof. They were right, and at the same time wrong...
Myself and 3 other teens were all that made it. I was- and still am- infused, cursed, with the ability to read minds, see the truth behind the lies, one totch just makes the connection with every human on earth- and by now, space- stonger. Intolerable. I just want it to stop.
I want that hellhole evacuated of the inncoent, and the burned with the leaders inside. I want to hear them scream out in pain. I want them to suffer- no where near much as the School and I have suffered - but close enough..."
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How was that for a first idea ever posted on this site? I'm bored now, used up almost every last drop of my creative energy. I'm gonna go read some fanfictions now, try to refuel, then post more later. Hey, it's the weekiend. I get to stay up late...
Hello, and welcome. I'm new to blogging, so don't kill me if i don't update every day. I have a life beyond the computer, if it's not obvious...
Anyway, this might be the place i'll put up my most interesting ideas, along with a few quotes to inspire. [yea, quotes. Go run and hide already] As a heads up, sometimes i'm a bit [not medicly, just attidude-wise, not diagnosed] bi-plear, so don't freak if one day it's a lets-go-down-the-rainbow-to-pretty-dolphin-land [I have noting agast dolphins...] and the next one is a murder mystery.
I'm good at middles, and great at cliff-hanger ends. Sometimes, I'll come up with a good begenning thoush, so don't rely on me to write the whole story for you.
oh, and sometimes, a qick little 2-line phrase will pop into my head, and i'll have to tupe a poem, so that means you lucky little people may see a poem or two every once in a while. Those you can use to- but only for ideas!! NO word-for-word copy-and-paste unless i give permission. Got it? NOW... on with the ideas!
