Contest [Issue 35] Continue the Story... Returns! [Chapter 2]

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Welcome to the second edition of continue the story! If you have not heard about this contest before, you can find all the previous chapters of the first edition in the newspaper archive. The final product is here:

http://en.tankiforum...howtopic=236842

The idea is for you, the readers, to write the entire story. Each issue will ask for a new chapter to be written, as a continuation to the winning chapter form the previous issue. The first chapter is written by @TriNitroToIuene:

 

 

INNER TRUTHS

PART ONE - AMNESIAC

 

I wake up in a desolate room with an intense feeling of drowsiness; not knowing where I am or how I got here.

 

As I open my eyes, a smell reminiscent of putrid socks greets my nostrils..... they don't like it. Fingers over my nose, I glance around the place where I am accommodated. Yellow, peeling wallpaper, the walls reduced to plaster and cement, and the ceiling is in the danger of collapsing any moment. I observe that the door is solid steel, and the doorway is stained with what looks suspiciously like blood. 

 

I shake the fatigue out of my eyes and quickly check my body for signs of damage. Nothing..... nothing except a long, winding, snake-like scar running along the length of my right arm. And, judging my the stinging feeling on my arm and the blistering red hue of the wound, it's still fresh.

 

How did I get it? I wonder what had attacked me so badly that I ended up here with a filthy big cut and the feeling that I have been drugged.

 

Come to think of it, how did I get here? I rack my brains, hoping for a suitable reply from the depths of my cerebrum. But, to no avail. I delve into the nooks of my mind, fervently hoping for a memory, anything that could give me a clue of how I could escape from this room, and most importantly, who put me in this.... prison?

 

Suddenly, a splitting migraine invades my head. I let out a groan of pain and collapse on the cot, overcome with a medley of visions, some so clear I could swear my eyes were deceiving me, and some so blurred I think it's happening underwater.

 

I can see a small boy...... gamboling towards me with his hands open; I can see this crystal clear. I can hear myself laughing, but it is all but an echo, For the laugh sounds hollow even from my perspective. I can hear a distant slam.... maybe the door opening? I am getting up and answering it, and talking to a visitor in a low tone, one which I can't make out. My vision blurs........... I can hear the boy laughing, but I turn away and pick up a long, grey, angular object and point it at the boy. He stops laughing abruptly and launches himself at me. Something scratches my arm, and I can see a deep cut. I see my finger move, a bang ensues out of the silence, my world becomes red, and the boy goes limp...... 

 

I wake up from my reverie, my head still throbbing. I clutch my head with my fingers. Who was that boy? Who was the person I talked to? What had I picked up? What was the bang!? But I have a sinister feeling that it was something to do with the scar on my arm and the blood on the doorway.

 

I get up with effort. I was going to set things right. I needed to ask some questions. I went to the door, surprisingly, only to find that it was not locked. I clicked it open, and stepped out into blinding sunshine, determined to know about my past.

The winner will receive a 50,000 crystal reward, and the recognition of their extract being featured in the next issue.

Your entry will be judged on the following, in order of importance:

• It must be your own work, completely original.
• Content - it must be interesting, and something that has potential to continue on to be a great story.
• Quality of writing.

Furthermore, to emphasise quality over quantity, there is an informal word limit of 500 words. Slightly over is acceptable, but not too long please! Make every word count!

Deadline is 20th June! Late entries may not be considered!

Other notable entries will receive a 10,000 consolation prize.

Good luck!

Edited July 30, 2017 by Hexed

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Inner Truths

Part Two - Visualizations

 

Slowly felt Dizziness and went to sleep, After Several hours, waking up, Slowly I rise from the once comfortable bed, On which I was lying. I cannot feel my legs, Yet I manage to stumble to the dressing table. I glance up and look into the mirror, "who are you?," I cautiously ask the figure staring back at me. He seems to be so tired, Broken and depressed. I wonder if he has always been this way or if something recently upset him....? I have seen him before , the last time i saw him he seemed so happy and carefree, and yet look at him now..... I see it in his eyes that the world is caving in around him, He is trying to be strong, He is trying to hold up, But to no avail. He is shaking tremendously and I can see that he fears he is going to fail.

 

As I stand gazing at him, I see the little droplets fill his eyes. He tries to hold them back, but the emotion overwhelms him completely. Suddenly, I realize that I can feel the droplets that are running down his face, I am feeling his pain and his heartache.

This fear is Overwhelming, Why do I feel what he feels? Who is the boy staring back at me as he cries...? " I Started to feel Hallucinate "..

 

My legs soon give way, and i sink into an uncomfortable position on the floor, My legs are tucked beneath me, my head is resting on the cold, hard floor and i still feel those droplets running down my face. "Stop this!," I scream aloud, yet I don't stop. I begin to shake uncontrollably. "Please stop...?!, "I plead with myself, as the tears flow, this cannot be right. "You have not been so soft in an eternity, what has come over you suddenly?!"

 

The emotions soon swallow me whole, as i realize that the figure, the one who stares at me, the boy consumed by so much pain and fear, he is really me. My eyes feel puffy and my body feels old and tired. Slowly my eyes begin to close, and the world turns black...

 

Next day, I woke up felt some weirdness while i was moving .. Suddenly found a door "Opened it", Shocked by what I've seen.

 

Here I stand at the edge of a cliff, with the wind blowing all around me, and the waves angrily breaking on the rocks below. "I thought i was dreaming again or its drugs effects But it wasn't" ..I feel so overwhelmed by this unknown emotion, and my eyes soon fill with hundreds of tiny droplets...

 

As the sky turns a dark shade of blue-black, the wind begins to blow vigorously... I can feel the wind nudging me, whispering to me, telling me "jump and it will all be over", i felt weird as i wasn't myself with this thoughts, time passes and i'm still thinking of what i should do, I stand on the ledge, close my eyes and spread my arms as if to fly, when suddenly a huge gust of wind comes up from behind and pushes me off of the ledge... I open my eyes to realize that I am falling! The speed at which I am hurtling towards the ocean is tremendous, yet it feels as if I am falling in slow motion. Slowly but surely the ocean is closing in on me, and the rocks are getting closer and closer. I am just about to hit the sharp, jagged rocks when everything around me turns black again... "What just happened..?!" I wonder to myself. I felt weird and thought that i was hallucinating again but i wasn't. Strange as it may seem, I am still falling at a rate of knots, and I cannot see an end to this darkness through which i fall...

 

It feels as though I am being shaken, even as I fall. At first the shaking is quite gentle, but soon it becomes violent and vigorous...Suddenly I open my eyes, Considering that the world turns black again, but it actually wasn't, I am still on the floor where i collapsed earlier, and oh no....It's him "The Broken person again" he's here, he is the reason I am shaking so violently...My body is now aching. Why must this happen to me?! Soon I am again completely consumed by numbness, My Only true friend...."And i started to thought hardly what's happening", Slowly the world begins to turns black around me once more...

 

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Edited June 10, 2015 by Darky01

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Chapter 2: Into War

 

As soon as I come out of the building, I notice a weird-looking and seemingly dirty old man. I move further, only to feel something strange behind my head. I look back, to see the same old man holding me at gunpoint. I ask, now feeling like I've been drugged, "Who are you, and do you know anything about my past?" "I'm Vasily Novirs, and yes, I do know about your past," the man replied.

 

Wait. Vasily Novirs? I remember my best childhood friend. But why is he so weird-looking now? I ask myself that. A smell from his clothes meets me, and I feel like I'm slowly dying. I try to say something, but I can't speak. I finally speak, "Who... was. that.... bo..y?" I slowly walk away without even thinking that he was my childhood friend. I suddenly touch something soft. Now I feel something weird. And wait, why are my eyes suddenly blindfolded? I take out the blindfold, only to see the unthinkable.

 

I see a destroyed area stretching for hundreds of miles. I realise that I'm in a battlefield. I see a person ahead of me. I study his strange face, only to find out that it's the same boy I saw in the ruined building. I angrily hit him, and attempt to kill him. I then hear a faint voice, "You.. were... born in... war and..." I see the boy falling to his death. I walk further, and enter a strange building that seems safe from the war.

 

I can't believe what I see. There are tanks inside. More than I could ever count. I walk into a tank and drive it outside. Outside, I can see an army approaching the deserted area. I attempt to destroy the army. I then see hope. A Russian army marches towards me, slowly. It seems like it can never reach me. Then my tank is hit.

 

I drive the tank into a bush, and what I see is what I don't like. I hear a male voice in my computer inside the tank. "Can you hit the main Panther in the enemy army?". "Yes, but who are you?" I say. I suddenly find the voice familiar. Where did I hear it before? My foggy brain tries to remember the voice, but fails. I seemingly "hear" the voice again in my mind, and then remember my earliest memory. Is the voice I heard related to my past? I now remember the sinister laugh of the mysterious boy in the ruined building I woke up in. I see a boy in front of me. He turns around, only to give me a shock.

 

The boy is Vasily Novirs.

 

He's my brother.

 

And the boy is the one I saw in the building.

 

I don't believe what my eyes see. I can't believe my eyes. How could Vasily Novirs, my brother and the boy I saw could be the same person?

 

I remember that I'm in a war, but what I see is nothing like war. It's enormous amounts of water flowing through right under my tank's tracks. It's the Kolyma River.

Edited June 8, 2015 by PenguinNEWexp

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Inner Truths

Part 2 - Recollections

 

     Nobody... As the light from the scorching sun shines upon my body, I see what lies before me. It is all but an abandoned mass of land, with decaying structures. Disappointment swells inside my heart, but something else inside me is relieved. Perhaps this is because I don't want to needlessly waste my life because of innocent questions, when I may not be an innocent person.

 

     Questions... Too many questions to which I have no answers. Perhaps I have some sort of severe concussion? I open the steel door and walk back inside. I settle on the edge of the cot, and all is silent but the apparent screams of my body. I think and reason, proposing foolish conclusions that make no sense. I sigh, and allow myself to fall backward on the cot. I stare at the unappealing ceiling. Suddenly, I feel something as my hand moves over my pant leg. Once more, I brush my hand against my leg for the sake of reassurance. Something is in my pocket. Paper? A note?! I'm immediately filled with utter aspiration; I don't really know why. I sit up as my hand swiftly slips into my pocket. I twiddle my fingers, and slowly pull my hand out. Money. A lot of money.

 

     I inaudibly lecture myself. Of course! How could I be so blind? That boy gave me money for something. But what? I trust that I wouldn't sell drugs, and even more so that I wouldn't go to the extent of betrayal. But then, a man came to the door who looked somewhat similar to the boy. Perhaps his father? An uncle? But the real question is, why was I so upset? Why was the boy laughing at me? They must've tricked me. Wait... Am I even making sense right now? Ah!

 

     The gears of my brain continue to vigorously grind. One second, my past seems to be right in front of my face, and another second it seems to be miles away. The inconsistency of my brain throws mixed emotions at me. I just want answers. That's all.

 

     I catch a glimpse of something in the corner of the room; It's my gun. Without even moving, I recall the second part of my vision. Again, my brain goes to work.

 

     The boy lunged at me with a knife; my arm is the evidence. Then I tried to shoot him. But... did I fail? Why don't I remember hitting him? Why did the gunshot sound faint? The gun wasn't the biggest threat. There was something bigger. Yes...the grenade. That man launched a grenade.

 

I try to resolve additional events, but am interrupted by...metal?

 

"Ah, so you've finally awakened." A voice declares devilishly.

 

     My head darts toward the steel door to see the man with a knife. For some reason, I manage to partially excuse him, and realize a boy peering through the door. This boy looks slightly different than the other one. A third part to this conundrum? Though permeated with confusion, I try not to make my observation noticeable.

 

The man continues while shutting the door, "Please, remain seated. I still need more information from you... Let us talk, shall we?"

Edited June 9, 2015 by Raredust

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INNER TRUTHS

PART TWO:Desperation

 

 

I legitimately regret saying that I stepped out to the blinding sunshine, because that was definitely not the case.

The sky was inky and gloomy, it seemed extraordinarily abnormal. For a moment I thought that my eyes were playing tricks on me like a clown in a circus. I could’ve sworn that it was evidently daytime when I strolled out of that room. Could that door be a secret passage to another world? I was already disorientated. The moon was like a white Frisbee, floating in the dark void. Even the stars highlighted the inhospitable, savage night. A perplexing smell that puzzled me filled the air.

I trembled and sat down. What if I was always stuck like this? Always seeing things, always called an idiosyncratic? I felt a tear swim down my cheek. I couldn’t help but contemplate all of the possibilities that could have happened to me. What was that vision I saw? I wish someone had an intention to tell me what I was enduring.

I considered the gash on my arm. I pondered on what could have happened, like I stated before, it must have had something to do with my unusual illusion.

Something was inaccurate about the terrain too. Call me a perfectionist, but something was seriously wrong, there was that stinging feeling that gives you shivers. The landscape, for what I could make of, was Battleship grey, unlike the typical appealing green… or was I seeing things again?

I overheard some commotion is the bushes beside me. I took a peek at something I could not believe my eyes.

There were undisguisable figures sitting around an ignited fire, a small boy was in the centre of all this commotion.

“I want that man dead I tell you, go find him.” The little boy told the shadowy forms. “By now, anyone with half a brain would know that he would be in danger. Kill him before he can get very far.” It was a command, not a suggestion.    

I rushed along like I was in terror of a blood-curdling dream; I needed to find someone that knew what transpired to me, inspecting anything that could help me. I scanned everything in the dusky darkness.

My eyes grew wide, everything seemed to connect. The boy, those creatures around the fire, that bang, the snakelike scar on my forearm, how I aimlessly appeared in that room. The alternatives all gave the impression to associate. I had a nebulous intention that the small boy wanted revenge, even though I don’t believe nor remember what I had done.

 

I tried to calm down and sat, I endeavored to control myself. I started to get up and darted. I anticipated that these… creatures could not ensnare me. I pushed my legs to sprint even swifter.

 

I heard a deafening sound that burst my ears.

They followed me.

They found me.

Edited June 7, 2015 by Daniel898

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INNER TRUTHS

PART TWO – BURDEN

 

             Dazzling gleam overran my entity.  Suns' glare magnified infernal pain in my head. Palm covered my eyes by instinct, for moment my sight focused again on throbbing arm marked by inexplainable scar.

 

             Utterly dazed and intimidated by recent situation, I made few steps forward from the massive doors. Ambient did not offer much to explore, still no answers at dispousal, only few clues to follow. This place, arguably years with no human dwellers, was gradually devoured by nature. All signs of human inherence entombed under realm of trees, bushes and forest weeds.

 

             Only mediocare solitary hut, opposite to the rubble I just left, was somehow able to resist combined efforts of time and mother nature to some degree. I stood there, at a loss, with mind trapped in whirlwind of cogitations.

 

            Who am I ? Where am I ?  Why I was left here ? Who did this to me ?  .....  Ploughing a lonely furrow. Me and myself. With nasty souvenir. Left in pitiful life conditions. Loitering in mid of nowhere. Maybe with someone on my tail. Who might come back. Come back to finish the job........... What a miserable future prospects.

 

             My earthly remains were about to collapse. Symptoms of dehydratation manifested. Apathy, drought of mouth, oppresive headache. Sweat trickled down my face and my drenched shirt accumulated it. I spotted reflection of water in old barrel under the window to the hut. I hoped it will contain salvation. I leant down. The fluid could hardly be likened to water. Rust gave it copper coloration with scent of decay. I had my back to the wall. Thirst could not be drown back so I drank from the barrel.

 

           I glanced inside the hut to find anything that could provide me any kind of help. What I spotted abhorred me. Unconscious boy, knee-high to a grasshopper, was lying on the floor. His face looked beaten and he had awful bite wounds on his legs, probably from new four-legged frontagers of hut.

 

             Like a shot I tried to open the doors, but surprisingly there was a lock on them. I took heavy rock from the ground and knocked it off. I bent down to him and checked his heartbeat. He was alive.

 

            But what will I do with him? In my current state I could hardly take care of myself. His presence gave rise to another questions. Who is he and how is he connected to me, to this place, to my vision?

 

            I dressed his wounds, but suddenly something or rather someone broke the silence. I grabbed nearby iron bar with desperation of haunted animal in tight corner. I proceeded towards the sound. Proceeded towards a person who might be behind all of this. Perhaps, one and only one person that could provide me answers. Answers that lead to truth. Cause truth will out!

 

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Edited June 18, 2015 by Flexoo

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Inner Truths

Chapter 2 - Losing Control

 

The sunshine hit me surprisingly, and I stood a few seconds in place to recover.

 

Outside the room, there was a beautiful garden full of flowers and trees with intoxicating smell. I think I knew something had gone wrong, but I couldn't have headed back - I already felt drunk, drugged.
I just stood in place, smelling the perfect smell in the garden, and went into a forest which was right besides it. I went between the tall, seemingly-ancient trees, smelled them, and felt on top of the world - the typical feeling which Hallucination Drugs radiate. I continued and continued smelling, effectively aspirating the hallucination-causing air, with no line to separate between a good feeling (which I already had), and an overdose. 

 

"Wilkinson! Stop right there!" said a voice behind me. I turned around, staying at the same place, and saw an HK121 Machine Gun pointed right at my forehead.

The air poisoned my mind so much, that even such an obvious thing as my name was a riddle for me. 

A tall, big, orange-haired man loaded with muscles was the one who threatened me with the gun.

I was still under the drugs' influence, but I managed to understand that no matter what's the situation - a gun shouldn't be pointed to me. 

"What - Mister - who are you?"

"No need to know my name. If you want one - call me 'The Armed Thug'."

"Well - The Armed Thug, could I ask you why is a weapon pointed at me?"

"You tried to escape us."

"Who's us?"

"Let's say that I'm sort of an envoy. Of Mr. Starridge, if it's important for you to know. Now stop asking questions and come after me, or - my friend, Mr. 7.2mm, can answer you any time."

I turned silent immediately. The drugs started to fade out of my brain, but the moment we went through the garden on the way back to the room I smelled the air again, and became drunk again. Without any thought or feeling, I just went after the thug.

 

 

When he opened the door, the room looked completely different. Instead of the filthy bed and there was a surgical table. Apparently, it was a different room, but I didn't understand it as I was completely drugged.

 

"Lie down", the thug ordered me. I obeyed him, not dedicating any though to what could happen to me on the table.

The thug injected something to the wound that covered my right arm. Whatever the thug injected might have not been an antitoxin against the drugs in the air outside, but the painful injection was enough for me to wake up and escape the hallucination I was drowned in.

 

"What in hell are you doing?!", I screeched.

 

The thug's facial expression didn't change, and he certainly wasn't surprised of my response.

 

"My friend is still here, Wilkinson. Boss Starridge said you do have substitutes for the purpose you're here, so I don't have any reason to refrain from shooting you. I certainly will, at this rate. Be quiet, or I will make you become quiet". 

 

"But where am I? You cannot just stick me in some hole and do whatever you want to - " - I was stopped in the middle of my sentence. The thug injected to me some liquid, and I fell back on the table, unconscious.
 

Edited May 30, 2015 by ariking777

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Inner Truths

Chapter 2: The rampage

 

Jeez, who else will get in my way and/or turn against me? Random people? Bosses?! Family and friends!? It's like that even my bro falco has turned against me by asking these questions. First, it's these crazy strangers who injured my arm with a gun I had to deal with and now it's my friends who I have to deal with, asking what happened to me, where was I and why did I take so long. I sighed and told them what happened: why I'm injured on the arm (I didn't tell them who did it), when I went there, where I was and other things. They were mad at me for going there without permission.

"You could of got yourself killed for that," falcosenna1 said.

"Why did you do such a thing?!" Navi613 yelled. "Why, why, why!?"

"Jeez," I said,"It's not like I'm gone for a long time."

Then TheLostLegend looked at me suspiciously & said,

"You weren't alone back there, weren't you?"

How did he know that? That's impossible; I didn't even tell him and yet he knew?! I asked him that question.

"Well there's no other way that you could of get injured on the arm, so who was there with you?"

I hesitated.

"Who was there with you?"

No answer.

TLL said,"It's an easy question, so I'll ask again: who was there with you?!"

My face became pale suddenly and I had butterflies in my stomach! What's happening? Why am I pale?

"Um..." I said, still pale,"well TLL, strangers were there-"

"What strangers??" Penguin, golden, Darren and muthumon interrupted. I told them they were generalissimo five (_V) & that they had m16 combos.

"What?!" Falco exclaimed. "That's impossible!" Well it is, when it comes to these mad strangers. Then I told them their plan: how they wanted to kill us all so they can rule the world and I didn't like that.

"No wonder," Mark937_the_WN2_xxx replied,"we need to stop them before it's too late!"

"I'll report this to the police while you, dragon, can go back there and found out what they'll do next."

"Aye, aye, captain!" I said, pretending that we're on a pirate ship and I was no longer pale but I cut it out since they won't quit looking at me crazily. So I went back there but they were not where I was expecting them to be. 'Strange, they were here earlier' I thought to myself. So I searched for them without success but I did found a safe with a weapon inside. With a color code?! 'Awkward,' I thought. So I searched everywhere for the code without success and I finally found it near my destroyed gun. I put in the password and it worked! 'Swords?!' I thought. I wasn't expecting that; I took them and they had special gadgets on them. So I switch them to 'lightning mode' & it was awesome! So I turned off the portal & went back to my base but it was so quiet: nobody was there.

"Hello!" I shouted,"Anyone home?"

No answer. I went searching for them and I couldn't find them anywhere; it was too quiet and dark like if the sun is having problems rising at dawn. Then I heard voices in the same private room that falco took me toand I finally found them with one problem: there was only one stranger trying to make TLL talk.

"Now, I want to know where's your friend!"

"I'll never tell you!"

"Fine, boys, make him talk!"

I couldn't let that happen to him but there were four people behind me holding my arms

"Get off of me!!"

"We've caught him boys, let's take him to our boss. Buah-ha-ha-ha-ha!!!"

Was this why I was pale all this time? I didn't have the slightest clue. Then when they were taking me to their boss, I caught one of their ranks: _V. What?! How did they went though the portal?! I just shut it down or...

someone turned it back on! And right now, I'm caught!!!

 

To be continued...

Edited June 1, 2015 by 1stsuperwhitedragon

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1stsuperwhitedragon, you had to continue Part 1 of Inner Truths!

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1stsuperwhitedragon, you had to continue Part 1 of Inner Truths!

I did after I read his story

or I need to change it a little just give me a few min plz

Edited May 31, 2015 by 1stsuperwhitedragon

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Inner truths part 2

A rude awakening

 

I clicked it open, and stepped out into blinding sunshine, determined to know about my past. I staggered my way along, along with my past, I also seemed to have forgotten how walk, so I had to teach myself again by a staggering shuffle. The light made it hard to see where I was going before my eyes adjusted. When they did adjust, I noticed nothing new. The only thing different was the date, It was one month since the last time I went to work. I wandered around the city. Nothing had changed. It might have been a little colder, but not much. I guess I was cold, but being in a thin cotton shirt in… October eighth I think it was, only 7 days from my birthday.

Now I remember some things, but very little. The kid is still a mystery, however, I do remember the foliage and the surroundings. Budding, a soft grass beneath my feet, an intense feeling of happiness surrounded me. I saw a young boy over in a corner, all alone. Mostly alone that is, he had a large, buff man beside him.

The man reminded me of a drunkard, an ale in one hand, a fist of the other. I saw yell at the boy, hit him once or twice.

The next day I came back, and sure enough, the boy and the man were there, the father still had an ale in his hand, a fist in the other. The boy also had bruises. I wonder if the man saw me looking at him and the child, but the man yelled at the boy something I wish I could remember, and then they left.

The same story repeated for around a week. One day, I finally summoned up enough courage to start a conversation. The man was his father, as I had presumed. That was the only thing I had right. The man was nice, and apparently he wasn’t an alcoholic, he said he did that he portrayed that so that people wouldn’t think that the boy injured himself. The dad said he had a rare case of bipolar, were the only way to reign himself in was to injure himself, causing the pain to cut through the rage.

I went back the next day and had another pleasant conversation. The ending this time was different. Apparently the boy was having a bad day. He suddenly became very angry, and attacked me viciously. One minute he was happy, the second, he attacked me.

I don’t know where I got the rifle, suddenly it was in my hand. I did the only thing I could think of, I fired it.

I awoke from my reverie sitting on a park bench, shivering, gripping my throbbing scar. My breathing quickened, my heart was pounding, a cold sweat everywhere on me. I stood up from the bench and staggered along, hoping to find something about my missing past.

Meanwhile in the tower above the room where he came from, two men were having a serious conversation.

¨What do you mean subject 816 left¨

¨Somebody must have left the door unlocked sir.¨

¨I don’t care what happened, why was his door unlocked, and why were there no guards to hold subject 816.¨

¨What do you want me to do sir?¨

¨Bring him back, he is the only one to have lived through our new process, we need to see what is special about him.¨

 

TO be continued in part two

 

 

this is about 585 words, I hope you enjoy. feel free to give any comments on this, it will be much obliged.

Edited June 18, 2015 by Quarks

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Inner Truths

Part 2 - Recollection

 

 

  With a splitting headache still roaring through my head, I open the door into the most beautiful world I have ever seen. It is so majestic that for a few moments, nothing else even matters. Birds of all different colors and varieties flutter and dive through the air, occasionally snatching small insects or perching on the limbs of the grand, towering redwood trees. Ferns carpet the forest floor like a rolling sea of green life, while the air feels thick with moisture and smells of rain. 

 But sadly, I come crashing back to reality when I see the ten foot tall, electric fence, topped with coils of razor wire stretching into the canopy as far as the eye can see.  

 

  My initial reaction is one of sheer panic. I scramble to the fence and it confirms my fear - the fence is hot. With no coherent plan, I stumble back to the small concrete block of a room, numb with the realization of my total helplessness.

 

  As I approach, I hear what seems to be a human voice coming from behind the cell. At first, my heart leaps into my throat, maybe this person can help me escape from this...prison, I suppose. But then it sinks just as rapidly as I realize that perhaps this person is not here to help me, but rather to guard me, or even kill me. Judging from my recent flashback, I could be a murderer for all I know.

 

 Creeping softly on the bed of ferns, I sneak to the corner of my cell and steal a glance around the chipped, decaying corner. What greets me is something of a surprise. There is an old military cot pushed up against the back of the cell, and a satellite radio, the source of the voice, sitting on top of a rusted, fifty gallon oil drum. But what grabs my attention like an alarm klaxon is the body. Lying face down near the cot. With the tip of a ten-inch knife blade protruding from its back like a dorsal fin. I approach slowly, wary of any sounds that might indicate a returning killer. The smell of rotting meat is hanging in the air and at first, I have to fight to keep my stomach under control. Approaching the body, it is evident that it has been here like this at least a week. I go through his pockets, looking for any clues to my past life, or my present one. As I go through his wallet, I come across an item that threatens to overwhelm me with foggy memories and overwhelming guilt: the picture of the small boy from my memory with a bloodstain spread across his chest and the words, 'Remember why we are doing this - for justice'.

 

 Back in my cell, I hug my knees to my chest as the memories flood through my brain like white water rapids. The boy was my target. I was told to kill him. But who would tell me to kill a child? And most disturbing, why would I listen?

 

  As I mull over my new memories, new thoughts surface: How did I get this scar on my arm? Did the boy give it to me? Who killed the man behind my cell, and why? As I ponder these mysteries, a man's shadow falls across the doorway. "I believe I can help you."

 

 

 

 

 

Edited June 2, 2015 by Matchstick117

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Continue to  inner truths part 2 recollection

inner truths part 2:a weird scar

As I wondered how did I get the scar and started looking at it,I noticed that the longer I watch the scar,the bigger the scar becomes.

I was so amazed of the scar,I decided to wait what would happen if I look at the scar for as long as I can?

2 days passed,I was on a breaking point but I noticed that the scar didn`t grow anymore.

When I placed my arm under a lamp,I saw that the scar was clearly a Titan M14 Isida M10 using fully upgraded Prodigi.

Then I remembered,that was the person I called a noob on Island CTF many years ago.

Now I need to find him so I can get this scar out of my arm.

To be continued...

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Edited June 2, 2015 by tuntematon1234567890

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                     INNER TRUTHS

                            PART TWO: SERENE

 

 

The latch from the slowly fringing bloodstained door, ever so slowly creeks closed behind me. I suddenly jolt.. my mind feels like it's starting to reel in. I slowly feel around, all the while trying to stay standing..

 

I feel around, with to my surprise I feel nothing. I cannot see anything. Am I dead? Where am I? I feel a sensation running through my legs, goosebumps.

 

So..I'm not yet finished. Bang* A sudden flash. Relief pours in. Bang* Bang* Bang* I feel another sensation, this time through my arm. And it crawls through my bicep into my forearm, as if digging for attention.

 

I suddenly mischievously hear a small squeal beside me which takes me back to reality. It's as if I go through a wormhole from time and emerge from the past.

 

I am covered in something small, but indeed large at the exact same time with no definition in my mind. I helplessly try to scream, but to no avail. 

 

No sound escapes from my throat. I find a small opening. I peek my finger out and wiggle it around hoping intensely for someone to find me.

 

I gasp for breath, and suddenly I cough. I finally make a sound. I feel around as I am dropped to the ground. My body tenses up maliciously in self defense and I feel my pockets. Suddenly the bag is zipped open and I get dragged out.

 

Unrecognizable scratched coins in my hands. A gun is set on my face. I startle. He pulls me down to the ground and cocks his gun up my chin. 

He slowly gets up, and just as I am about to get up he gets his gun and jabs it into my right forearm, immediately causing immense pain into a feeling where I cannot speak. And just as I am about to yelp in fear.. everything turns black.

 

Where am I? Who is this person? And how does he know about my injury? And mostly....does he lead me to my past?

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INNER TRUTHS

PART TWO:IDENTITY

 

My eyes were immediately greeted by a sight nobody in their lifetime can see and come out sane - a corpse, lying cleanly in two halves in a pool of blood. I saw a beard, and a heavy jaw, with thin eyelids. I knew enough to tell that this wasted face was once a handsome man.

 

I rubbed my eyes, still dazzled by the harsh sunlight, and  pretended against hope that I was hallucinating, but when my pupils cleared, the same gruesome sight lay before me.

 

I was immediately hailed by a dose of nausea. I couldn't stand it. I veered aside and threw up.

 

Retching and limping, I looked at my surroundings. I was in a street. A street that looked as if it had been vacated in a hurry - and quite recently. A board advertising hot dogs lay on its side, hanging on by one hinge to a building with half its windows broken. The road was black; the asphalt looked brand new, but one thing looked really suspicious - a gaping hole in the middle of the road. It was surrounded by black cinders, spreading in an arc as if the road had caught fire.

 

Not fire, I thought. The place looks as if it has been bombed.

 

On an impulse, I looked around the corner, and sure enough, I found an empty grenade shell.

 

That's a Herrscher grenade, I recollected.

 

A stabbing headache broke through my body. How did I know that was a Herrscher grenade? I had just woken up minutes ago with no memory, and now I ended up in a bombed street, probably in the middle of a war, and exactly identified a lethal weapon used by the military or........... What am I? WHO am I? Again, I tried to recall my past.

 

A flash of red greeted me. I looked at the corpse, expecting to see blood, but instead, found a bloodstained diary, near the pocket of the lower half of the dead body.

 

With an increasing feeling of apprehension, I opened the diary, and flicked the pages till I found a date of a week ago (I referred to the clock mounted on the streetlight in the process).

 

1st June

 

The Interpol has issued a code-red alarm for this unknown male, known to operate under the alias 'Braudy'. His specifications are six feet of height, and a long, thin sallow face. We have issued a ten million euro reward for information leading to his capture. He is convicted of storming the Congress Round Table Conference and killing at least a hundred and forty politicians and support staff on his own. Is currently known to be hiding at a location around fourteen kliks from our headquarters. Search operations are on from tomorrow.

 

I was shocked. This Braudy person had killed a hundred and forty people in cold blood. No wonder Interpol were looking for me.

 

Another headache. Why am I referring to Braudy as 'me'? I shook my head clear and turned some more pages.

 

4th June

 

We have zeroed into Braudy's location. We have asked for S.W.A.T backup and should be storming his fort in three days. The President has issued a death warrant. If caught, he faces death by firing squad.

 

Oh, god. I am in trouble.

 

Yet another headache. Why am I referring to Braudy infirst person? I am not a murderer. Stop these thoughts!. I chided myself.

 

I arrived at the last page, reading today's date, the seventh of June.

 

7th June

 

Braudy is now in a coma. We stormed his quarters and found a dead body of a boy who couldn't have been more than four years old. There were six bullets in him, and all came from a rifle in Braudy's hand. There is nothing different in his appearance, except for a fresh scar in his right arm, which is still oozing blood. We have decided to leave him unsecured as he is of no danger to anyone in catatonia. Code Red Operation is a success.

 

My hands trembled as I dropped the diary. Sweating profusely, I felt a medley of thoughts run through my mind, none of them comforting. The recollection of the boy..... the rifle..... the scar on my arm...... the catatonia...... all led up to one thing - my true identity, and that a flurry of realization went through my mind.

 

I am a terrorist.

 

I am a murderer.

 

I am Braudy.

Edited June 6, 2015 by TriNitroToIuene