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not really sure what to even call this but I just wrote it and wanted to see what peoples 1st reactions would be.
Please keep in mind this is completely unedited. Grammer and spelling will be worse than usual but dont let that bother you
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I had been going to the same secret government camp*** for weeks, months or even years at this point. it was a secret lab of
sorts and they were creating something nasty to poison and keep the public in check. Every time I went back I was able to
sabotage something. Whether by blowing it up or stealing something important, I would always ruin their progress on this
horrible creation.
I was always able to escape the same way too, you see I was only 1 person and this laboratory was set in a forest. From the
outside it looked like large circus tents but most of the base was underground. As I escaped, everytime I would dash around the
tents, through a grassy clearing and down a large hill where the trees would start to become more and more protective of me
untill I disappeared into them.
Sometimes I was caught but instantly using my martial arts I was able to throw them down or even to kill them. They were not
human. Their blood was rarely red, I remeber this very well. They would look human but when they got close to me I could see
they were not, it would be like looking into a haze as their faces came closer. A mirage of sorts covered their "alien"
reality. They were incredibly strong but I was always stronger, I was always faster and smarter.
They tried leaving traps in the ground, landmines and horrible devices in the grass to snatch at my legs as I ran. They knew I
would come and they knew where I would exit, they just didn't know when. I had the dangerous element of suprise and the huge
advantage of stealth I could never be stopped. Or at least I thought I could never be stopped.
My friends knew not of my identity and I made it my perogitive to make sure nobody made the connection between me as a
vigilanty and my life as an individual. Somehow they found me. Somehow they found my friends, and they got to them first. The
strange thing about a lie is that even when it is not 1st believed it will still plant its venemous seeds in your mind, this is
what they do. They plant seeds in your mind and you live your life unaware as they grow and polute you and everyone around you,
completely unquestioned. They told my friends I was a criminal, a dangerous criminal that needed to be stopped.
My friends were shown pictures and videos of innocent people maimed, stuck in bear traps, parts blown off by landmines and the
lucky ones lay there dead. Traps set for me had killed many people and I was taking the blame. A huge reward was offered to
anyone who would help catch me. It was that same day that I returned home after a short break away.
I entered the pub alone, instantly confronted by questioning eyes from all angles. "How was the holiday?" I recognised the
faces but I saw anger, hatred and confusion, all sourced with me. Like a zombie army they rose to their feet, some approached
me faster than others and I was hit by terror, waves surged through my body with every heart beat, quickly numbing every part
except my mind. I knew what had happened and I had to leave right now.
I broke through the door to hear my friends shouting me, some were racing after me and others calling angrily. Others were
waiting outside, some of my closest friends were there holding chains and bats. My eyes filled with tears and all my power was
taken from me. I had hesitated and while both my wrists were caught from behind I fealt a sharp stab in the back of my neck. It
was not a knife, I was certain of that for the force would would have killed me. Slowly I fealt the long needle draw from my
flesh and my vision began to blur. Rapidly my friends became ghosts, their voices echos in the darkest of caves. My willpower
was a tiny flame and their shadows were cast upon the walls towering above me. I fell to one knee and blinked. It felt like my
eyes would never open. I was filled with rage, what had been done!? What had they been told? How had my closest childhood
friends been convinced to do this to me? With a vicious blast of strength a pushed them all away, I stood to face them, they
were judas, I had been sold and for all the wrong reasons. Quickly they grabbed me again, I could see they didn't all believe
the lies they had been told but they went along with it anyway. I could see the pain in their faces as they held me and they
beat me. To some it was painful I could both see and feel this in my heart, tears flooded my face as I was beaten to the
ground. I could have gotten away, I could still have gathered my strength to kill the closest few and to dive away into the
quickly approaching night, but against my friends I was powerless.
I woke on a table with 3 men holding me to a table and tightly strapping me down, I could see their government insignia but
recognsed little else. I was quickyl sedated by a muttering shrimp of a man in a white suit, his face covered with a mask.
I remember drifting in and out of conciousness to see horrible images before me. I was looking down at myself from outside of
my body. They were mutilating me. Injections all over my body, even in my face. They were opening me up in small parts here and
there, inserting something under my skin, I dont know what but it sure as hell wasn't good for me. Then it was all dark.
Time passed and all I remember was waking in the back of a car as it came to a halt. The door was opened and I was lead out by
a large man in a crisp black suit. He led me to a large wooden door, pushed a small bag into my hands and left with the car. I
was confused and slowly pushed open the door. I had no strength and it took a lot of effort. I entered the building to see the
old familiar pub I was chased from before being taken away. A large collection of my friends were dotted around too, some
glanced over as I entered but looked away as if not recognising me, continuing with their conversations. I walked slowly
towards the main room, a ghost, a spectre, a mere shadow I drifted. My legs were hard to co ordinate and I had to keep
stopping. Reducing myself to a slow shuffle along the carpeted floor. Some who saw my face and looked into my eyes froze for a
second, as if a nightmare had taken their throat. Most shrugged it off but some continued to stare as I walked through. If my
tear ducts still worked I would have burst into tears, my body was broken and it fealt like my soul was in shackles when I saw
my reflection. I was in unfamiliar clothes, blue jeans and a red t shirt with a gold design on the front, I had white trainers
and a red cap with a white logo. My face was swollen and I didnt recognise myself at all. I was no longer in shape, and I was a
far cry from healthy. I could still feel where my face had been punished with needles and sorrow flooded my entire being. They
had wanted this. They could have killed me, easily they could have ended it all but they let me live, if you could call it
living.
Please keep in mind this is completely unedited. Grammer and spelling will be worse than usual but dont let that bother you
---
I had been going to the same secret government camp*** for weeks, months or even years at this point. it was a secret lab of
sorts and they were creating something nasty to poison and keep the public in check. Every time I went back I was able to
sabotage something. Whether by blowing it up or stealing something important, I would always ruin their progress on this
horrible creation.
I was always able to escape the same way too, you see I was only 1 person and this laboratory was set in a forest. From the
outside it looked like large circus tents but most of the base was underground. As I escaped, everytime I would dash around the
tents, through a grassy clearing and down a large hill where the trees would start to become more and more protective of me
untill I disappeared into them.
Sometimes I was caught but instantly using my martial arts I was able to throw them down or even to kill them. They were not
human. Their blood was rarely red, I remeber this very well. They would look human but when they got close to me I could see
they were not, it would be like looking into a haze as their faces came closer. A mirage of sorts covered their "alien"
reality. They were incredibly strong but I was always stronger, I was always faster and smarter.
They tried leaving traps in the ground, landmines and horrible devices in the grass to snatch at my legs as I ran. They knew I
would come and they knew where I would exit, they just didn't know when. I had the dangerous element of suprise and the huge
advantage of stealth I could never be stopped. Or at least I thought I could never be stopped.
My friends knew not of my identity and I made it my perogitive to make sure nobody made the connection between me as a
vigilanty and my life as an individual. Somehow they found me. Somehow they found my friends, and they got to them first. The
strange thing about a lie is that even when it is not 1st believed it will still plant its venemous seeds in your mind, this is
what they do. They plant seeds in your mind and you live your life unaware as they grow and polute you and everyone around you,
completely unquestioned. They told my friends I was a criminal, a dangerous criminal that needed to be stopped.
My friends were shown pictures and videos of innocent people maimed, stuck in bear traps, parts blown off by landmines and the
lucky ones lay there dead. Traps set for me had killed many people and I was taking the blame. A huge reward was offered to
anyone who would help catch me. It was that same day that I returned home after a short break away.
I entered the pub alone, instantly confronted by questioning eyes from all angles. "How was the holiday?" I recognised the
faces but I saw anger, hatred and confusion, all sourced with me. Like a zombie army they rose to their feet, some approached
me faster than others and I was hit by terror, waves surged through my body with every heart beat, quickly numbing every part
except my mind. I knew what had happened and I had to leave right now.
I broke through the door to hear my friends shouting me, some were racing after me and others calling angrily. Others were
waiting outside, some of my closest friends were there holding chains and bats. My eyes filled with tears and all my power was
taken from me. I had hesitated and while both my wrists were caught from behind I fealt a sharp stab in the back of my neck. It
was not a knife, I was certain of that for the force would would have killed me. Slowly I fealt the long needle draw from my
flesh and my vision began to blur. Rapidly my friends became ghosts, their voices echos in the darkest of caves. My willpower
was a tiny flame and their shadows were cast upon the walls towering above me. I fell to one knee and blinked. It felt like my
eyes would never open. I was filled with rage, what had been done!? What had they been told? How had my closest childhood
friends been convinced to do this to me? With a vicious blast of strength a pushed them all away, I stood to face them, they
were judas, I had been sold and for all the wrong reasons. Quickly they grabbed me again, I could see they didn't all believe
the lies they had been told but they went along with it anyway. I could see the pain in their faces as they held me and they
beat me. To some it was painful I could both see and feel this in my heart, tears flooded my face as I was beaten to the
ground. I could have gotten away, I could still have gathered my strength to kill the closest few and to dive away into the
quickly approaching night, but against my friends I was powerless.
I woke on a table with 3 men holding me to a table and tightly strapping me down, I could see their government insignia but
recognsed little else. I was quickyl sedated by a muttering shrimp of a man in a white suit, his face covered with a mask.
I remember drifting in and out of conciousness to see horrible images before me. I was looking down at myself from outside of
my body. They were mutilating me. Injections all over my body, even in my face. They were opening me up in small parts here and
there, inserting something under my skin, I dont know what but it sure as hell wasn't good for me. Then it was all dark.
Time passed and all I remember was waking in the back of a car as it came to a halt. The door was opened and I was lead out by
a large man in a crisp black suit. He led me to a large wooden door, pushed a small bag into my hands and left with the car. I
was confused and slowly pushed open the door. I had no strength and it took a lot of effort. I entered the building to see the
old familiar pub I was chased from before being taken away. A large collection of my friends were dotted around too, some
glanced over as I entered but looked away as if not recognising me, continuing with their conversations. I walked slowly
towards the main room, a ghost, a spectre, a mere shadow I drifted. My legs were hard to co ordinate and I had to keep
stopping. Reducing myself to a slow shuffle along the carpeted floor. Some who saw my face and looked into my eyes froze for a
second, as if a nightmare had taken their throat. Most shrugged it off but some continued to stare as I walked through. If my
tear ducts still worked I would have burst into tears, my body was broken and it fealt like my soul was in shackles when I saw
my reflection. I was in unfamiliar clothes, blue jeans and a red t shirt with a gold design on the front, I had white trainers
and a red cap with a white logo. My face was swollen and I didnt recognise myself at all. I was no longer in shape, and I was a
far cry from healthy. I could still feel where my face had been punished with needles and sorrow flooded my entire being. They
had wanted this. They could have killed me, easily they could have ended it all but they let me live, if you could call it
living.
