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Resurrection DollZ, chapter 2 Av Fiyun :: Thursday, November 09, 2006 :: Läst 338 ggr :: 2 kommentarer :: :: Genre: Blandat Feelings hidden deep inside can be dangerous without controlling them, the kid isn't what you may think it is and what is the mercenary planning? Part 2: Returning from the otherside of the grave. The long lesson was more exhausting then he thought it would be. Previous morning had been the worst. The headchief of the taxmaker company had fired him after throwing out an important client. Steven replied he couldn’t possibly know that the person was that important. He thought it was someone suspicious lurking around in a smoking, trying to scam the company. Hiding the truth was best, there was something odd about the man. He didn’t know what the client was up to, but it wasn’t going to benefit the company in longer terms. That he knew. After that was the long talking with Sid. Good person for work, bad when it comes to other things. The work he recieved afterwards wasn’t something to be proud of. The Dawsons have never sunken that far before, becoming a teacher. But, hey Stevie! This was the best outcome for everyone. No tickling feeling at the wrong spot, the chief unhappy, yet you knew this wouldn’t stop him. Don’t forget that message about sueing on the bracelet! Last came the less pleasured dreams, the lecture hall, the round scene had turned into an wrestling arena with a referee and crowd roaring for blood to spill. Steven was on one half, the second looked like someone used the mixer and everything that happened last day, haunted him in his dreams was embodied in one faceless person with a feminine figure. It had a hammer and laughed cold. It was after him, he tried to run away. Everytime he tried, the ring averted his attempts to clim the ropes. It came closer, the sropped over-head onto him. Steven woke up sweaty, he breathed heavy. He scanned the surrounding area.. His clothes hanging over the chair. The chest infront of his bed, locked. The palm on its usual spot behind the door. The closet door closed. When he calmed down, the recollection was laconic: “What psycho laughs and swings around an oversized sledgehammer, anyway!?” When Steven dressed on, he realised that he didn’t take off his clothes last night. Must have been mother, he thought. Martha, his mother, was a kind old woman. A bit too nice, but she always knows what was best for everyone. Steven went to the bathrroom.He took off his clothes and put them in a bag with a yellow tag on it. He opened the door to the shower and touched the square. A low humming started. The door closed. Small vibrations hit the skin and blew away yesterdays dirt, a cleansing moment. Steven turned around to allow the shower’s wall-sized mouthpiece to “rub” his back. “What to do today… The work doesn’t start until 10am, which means I still have three hours left. Minus twenty minutes with the train and elevator-time.”, Steven muttered. The shower slowed down and the humming sound stopped. The door opened and Steven went out, took a new clothset nicely packed in a sack and dressed himself. The smell of breakfast creaped across the apartment. All four chairs were empty, and yet breakfast consisting of syntethic bacon, slices of carrots and bread, beverages and breakfast cereals; Apricot and blueberry, Steven’s favorite. That wasn’t something you saw everyday, especially when they belong to the expensive brands. He poured up a glass of honeydew apple-juice and took the cerealspackage. The dried fruits dropped onto the plate. The bacon was penetrated with the fork and dropped on the plate. “Why carrots? They know I hate that thing.”, Steven said. He used the knife to force away the carrotplate as far as possible on the table. Chewing on the apricot, Steven forgot he haven’t turned on the bracelet. One tap and the menu appeared a second later. Clicking at the mail-button retrieved five letters and one videoletter that have come a since last morning. The first was a reminder of a trial in three weeks from the taxmaker company. Steven’s last boss was kind enough bolding the time. The second and third were advertisement from a defence attorney-office two blocks away, and educationeer kit for five hundred credits. A good offer according to the company. The fourth letter was from old man Angus, congratulating upon getting through the first lesson. Most perplexing was the final letter, cryptic at best: “Dear customer,.we are glad you decided upon testing our new product. Customer service time applies as noted on the receipt-card. - Verwex Bios, working for a more convenient future..” Steven activated the videoletter and a blue-shaded holographic miniature of Sid appeared. “A very good night on you, Stevie. I have heard from my contacts you managed going through without much complainments. Kudos on you! Hopefully we won’t see each other for some time if this goes well.” The little bowed and the hologram disappeared. Thinking of about Sid was being sarcastic or not at that last comment, Steven finished eating the breakfast. The frontdoor opened as he was drinking his glas of water. Small tapping sounds of feet came closer towards the kitchen. A child’s head poked from the kitchendoor’s corner. It was that of a very young girl. “Mommy! Mommy! He is finally awake, come.” What the…? Have this apartment turned into a daycare center over night? The lady might think you are in charge, or atleast a caged animal on zoo waiting to be poked on. What do you think, Stevie? The little girl stood in the kitchenhole now with a big smile, dressed in a yellow dress with pink spots. Her brown hair set up in pigtails with green marble. Toddler was written on her forehead. Something familliar about her hit Steven, but what was hidden in mist. “Who or what are you?”, Steven said. The girl looked back on him with a puzzeled face. She turned her head out to the hall and yelled: “Haven’t you told him mommy when I was on a long, long trip!? Hurry, I’m hungry and my tummy hurts.” An old woman replied back she was coming, rushing didn’t help at her age. The voice was Steven’s mother’s. “Clear things up for me Stevie, since when did your mother have a second kid!? I thought the old man was impotent. Is she doing more then play bango-bi at the neighbours? Maybe she have, nah...”, a voice said in Steven’s head. A plug was holding back something underneath, badly wanted to resurface. The old woman came slowly. The toddler was stomping and ran back forth between the kitchen and hall pulling Martha’s hand to go faster. “Good morning, Steven. Did you sleep well? You fall asleep very fast, Ididn’t get a chance to greet you. I haven’t heard of you since last when you went to your job at the taxmaker-office.”, Martha said. “Why is the kid calling you “mommy”?”, Steven said. His tone was bitter. The girl was pulling Martha’s hand again. “Mommy, mommy! I’m very hungry now. Can we eat that yummy thing again? Mister Tummy say he wants it too so much that it hurts...” Martha patted the toddler’s head. “I think Mister Tummy can wait a little longer. Steven my son, this is your sister Annie.”, Martha said. She smiled like a sun. Steven had poured up another glas of water and was drinking it. He spat. The limbs were frozen solid. “Honey, are you alright?” The bad thoughts came back. Alright? This was a bad joke. Heavy breathing. Steven’s nostrils became wide. It had returned, straight from the grave. A monster beyond recon. Infront of him was a toddler tugging his mother’s arm and Martha claimedit was back. He started to sweat. The big sister, Annie was back once more for wrecking havoc. He could see how she was resuming her true form of a monster with a razor shrap tongue and claws. The room started to fall apart. Axes chopped it down in segments and stitched it back together into something twisted. Steven pulled his chair from the table. The breathing went over to hyper ventilation. The little toddler skipped over to Steven and put her hands on his laps to get up. “Are you okay, big brother? You are leaking. Mommy! Big brother is doing like Miss cloud outside, is he?”, little Annie said. “Not really Annie, Steven are you feeling allwell?” The monster came closer, touching him like that summer when he was a kid. Something must be done, or else you will end up like… I don’t want to think about about it. Fight! Fight back, Stevie! Before anyone was able to react, Steven gripped Annie’s throat with a tight grip and stood up swiftly. The chair fell down with a bang. Steven threw her on the kitchen table and dropped down plates in the process as he started to choke her. The small child face was turning blue. Annie looked like a fish on dry land opening and closing her mouth. Her small hands were touching his big. Tears flooded from her blue eyes. “Steven! What are you doing!? Stop it! I said stop it!”, Martha said. She was paralysed. “Wh.. do..-in… b.. bro?”, Annie said. Her face was turning into a purple shade. The hands lost its grip at Steven’s, which in turn grew stronger. “No, Steven! What is happening with you?!”, Martha said. She regained some willpower and tried to make him stop. What I’m doing? Finishing what should have ended years ago, no regrets, no more torture, no more torment or words, only action! And I am judge and executioneer. Die hellspawn, die! I’ll squeeze the last breath of air from your sulfurbreath. The child’s face was turning black. Annie’s hands were shaking as she tried reaching Steven’s face, a wild and eerie gaze was in it along with white stuff. “.. ye.. bye, Kola…“, Annie said. Her hands dropped down and the eyelids closed. Steven dropped the body and shook off his mother. He was breathing heavy again for a second, he darted out from the kitchen, took his shoes and left the apartment. Steven took a magnet train to the Center. Martha was lying on the floor beside the lying chair, her daughter choked on the kitchen table and her son disappeared. How could everything have went wrong? They had prepared everything yesterday when Steven was going to come home after working at the taxmaker. The contract was signed and everything and got her. John, Steven’s father was proud for what they have done. This would things easier for them all. Annie was so sweet-looking floating around in that tube at VerWex. Martha had prepared everything, even bought back the old clothes their daughter used to wear at that age. Now Annie was lying there on the table, killed by her own son. She wanted tears to come, but they refused. Everything was lost! This was suppose to cheer up him up after having some hard time finding that job. He have always been a special boy. Always. Why, oh why did she have to lose her daughter twice? First at fourteen, and now at five, who could be so cruel to take back a child? The sobbing came, along with tears. Martha felt she had been on the floor for at least fifteen minutes now, what should she tell John? And Steven! He must have been chocked.. yes, that must have happened. Overworking and all. If she had prepared him better, this wouldn’t have happened. She had to talk to Steven when he came back home. All that was left to do was returning back the body to Verwex, nothing more to do. Martha wiped her tears. .She got up and looked back when she saw the body. The sight was hideous. A small child’s body lying lifeless on her kitchen table. The hand stroke the body. Tears came back when she touched the tiny hands and its fingers. She stood over the girl, clasping it. Sobs came at short intervals. Martha took the body and sat on a chair cradling it. A unnamed lullaby came by in her mind. “Ko-a? What did that mean?”, Martha thought. She overheard some of the last words, but have never heard it before. The doctor at the clinic had said that no differ pattern would appear when they, she and John arrived at Verwex. Khafka had assurred that nothing should be when they counselled about age of the embryo. “As I said, miss Dawson. We at Verwex can help if you are willing to, but it may cost more then you can afford being senior citizens and all.”, Khafka said. “It doesn’t matter, we can always work things out. Our Steven have been depressed lately and it looks like it resembles when he was child. We thought that you, the leading within tailored bio-embryos could help us bring back someone he highly regarded... His older sister Angelica Dawson.”, Martha said. They sat at comfy chairs with fluffy pillows. The office beamed of prestige with all the diplomas and out-printed articles about successful cloning. Doctor Khafka sat behind his desk playing with a pen. “Mhm, mm. Work things out..”, Khafka muttered. He used his pen to activate the holo-screen. It appeared so the old couple could see it clearly. Khafka drew a few symbols and a new screen popped up. Loads of text passed by on second screen. “Do you know what this is?”, Khafka asked. “Not all, not all, please tell us doc.”, John said. He was a man of few words. Something going on in the family he always told Martha. “This is a project we call “Doll”, an untested product that could revolutionize the cloning-market. It is likea clone, but with the essential astounding, no nothing can be compared with this!”, Khafka said. You could tell by his voice that he was exited. The moustache wascurling up at the doctor as he waited forthe thing: The question! “What could it possibly be? Cloning have been expanded as far as its boundaries goes.”, Martha said. Khafka laughed heartily. “The doll can copy the memories of its original! Name a age the dead person reached and bring a sample from something that was theirs. ” “I-impossible, I tell you! Memories are precious and can’t be mimicried..”, Martha said. “Yesterday, yes. But tomorrow it works perfectly! Nothing is impossible for us. We even have people in line waiting for this opportunity. Music and movie-companies were the first to sign. Just think about it! Elvis can be brought back intact, but without the flab.”, Khafka said. “Who, did you say? I have never heard of him.”, *Martha said. “Never mind, he is among the legends abbut hundred and fifty years ago. I believe you are good and honest people. Are you intrested? This won’t cost you more then Mecko-products and carrots it have to eat for the first months.”, Khafka said. “But.. we can’t afford those even with rearranging the mortgages we already have.” “Tah, tah! When we see your doll surviving more then one month, you will recieve allowance for maintaining it… and perhaps having enough for your personal use. Ten thousand credits a six weeks.”, Khafka said. John and Martha looked at each other. “And might I add that you can decide which age you want your daughter to be at? And the Mecko-paste is pretty powerful for them... they crave it more than life itself during labtests.”, Khafka laughed again. She woke up from her half-slumber, still cradling her babydoll. Martha didn’t believe in what Khafka said, he must have been pulling their legs, she kept telling ourselves. Martha wanted to grant her daughter one last wish before she put her in the plastic bag. Annie was light, Martha held her tight to her bossom and went to the fridge. She touched the square and the door swung open. The different flats moved out to reveal food of all kinds. Deep down the small Mecko-packages stood. “Just open with the following titanium spoon!” , it said on the packgage. A small animal showed how to do step by step. Few things were more nutritious then this can, and cost less too. Martha slit the spoon and opened the can. She went back to the chair and sat down. The spoon plunged into the greasy pink goe and put inside the little girl’s mouth. Martha twisted the spoon around inside Annie’s mouth. It became half-full Another spoon. Martha put the can on the table. She cradeled the child once more. Martha put her head over Annie’s and cuddled with it. For second she thought the child was still alive, with chewing and all. It must have been the second stage of chock, she kept telling herself. More chewing.. and murmurs. Martha knew it, she is losing it! She didn’t hold little Annie anymore, the hands were on her face. “Mhmm, Nums the word, mommy!” The sanitarium already wants her. What should she tell John… and Steven. The boy must be devastated when he realises what he have done! “… More…” When Martha took off her hands from her face, icewater clogged her veins. The child’s hand tried reaching for the Mecko-can at a mechanical way. The face told that Annie was dead, the arm didn’t agree. “Tummy sad… wants more.” Martha didn’t know what she was doing. She found herself taking up the spoon again and stuffed in the pink goe inside the tiny mouth. Annie didn’t answer on Martha’s calls, just ate more and more until the can was empty. The face’s color gradually changed back and stopped at red. Annie was hot to have in the lap. Still no answer, only craving fore food. Going to the fridge could end the hallucination, something to eat… The carrots! They were spread on the floor, Martha reached for some with her foot. She cut the carrotslices in smaller bits. Fast! Running as the wind on the roofs reaching high over the ground. Ants are what the landbased looked like from up there. Swift gales forced their ways on the trees standing on the roof. Rain barraged in the city. A woman, dressed in loose clothes and a pair of headphones, was darting between the trunks. “Tihihi! You can run all afternoon, disappear at night, but you will never escape me, little cattle!”, the woman said with a playful tone. The wind made her blonde hair jump around, barely holding tight the skull hairslides. She reached inside the jacket’s frontpocket and produced small sharp projectiles. Nails with black marbles on the top. The arm twisted around, fingers parted to reveal the weapons and the next second they were nailed to a chubby trunk. Some of the nails were shaking as if something invisible was stuck. “Now I finally got you…. Tihihi. You were awfully persitent for a renegade.”, the woman said. “Think that I, a beautiful mercenary was dispatched to catch a tame beast!” The trunk’s color started to shift to blue, then green and finally stopped at yellow. It was a six -armed creature with a long mouth and claws nailed backwards. Deep scratches were visible on the back. “… oo… do go ck…”, the creature said. The woman went closer to the captured with a big smile in her face. “Stuff it, lowgutter! You started this by deciding to take the spot to this world. But did you listen to your master? No, he sent sweet little me to find you, even if I did have to chase you run through malls, without looking even once on those cute little tamtam-shoes, alongside the building walls and jump train to train! Tihihi, and here you are packed and ready for being sent straight back home. You should be thankfull that I, Sarah the piercer, didn’t have permission to terminate you, you naughty little momop!” She had a wicked grin. The mercenary patted the creature on the pack. It howled back in grief. Sarah punched it where the spin was located. Blue liquid had dripped from the wounds caused be the projectiles. Sarah removed the long cone holding most of her hair together under the neck. “Mana-nah aska…”, Sarah said. She shook the cone around during the chant and hold it upside down, red powder poured onto the soil. Sarah walked around the tree chanting, creating a circle. “Tihihi! Back you go, say hello to your master and ask him to give me a bonus for bringing you back in one piece. Toodles!” Momop shrieked as Sarah snapped her fingers. The circle caught on fire, enveloping, and finally englufing the creature along with its prison. All that was left were ashes. Sarah wiped her forehead and removed the headphones, and tucked it inside the beige cone before putting it back over the neckhair. She adjusted it with help of a puddle’s reflection. “Tihihi. There! Now it sits perfect on a perfect woman… if it wasn’t for one thing.” Sarah looked closer into her reflection. Bags were hanging in her face. The brown eyes were bloodshot. “Ohhh! Why did that have to happen?! I mean, I work hard for my daily bread, being nice to everyone, make prayers to the beloved, and keeping the oath. Is it too much to ask for something that simpleas retaining a beautiful face, tihihi? Someone must pay for that…. I should have punched the momop harder while I still had the chance!” The right fist trembled slightly. She kicked a trunk in frustration. Her body was catching up with the fatigue. It was slow in reaction when Sarah noticed she had used too much force in that kick. The toes were throbbing inside the small shoes. Sarah bit hard and activated her bracelet. 9 am, this wasn’t good. The beauty mask club started in two hours. Walking in there with this looks was a begging for suicide. Bring her a hundred level B beasts or two by the clients, they were easier to handle. “I haven’t skipped the club for two years, even if I live in a box on a rooftop nearby! Yes, it isn’t good for the skin to have too much contact with moist in the morning, but what can you do?” She drew figures in the soil when a hole with symbols of various kinds appeared straight behind her on the ground. A hand, large as a bearpaw touched her shoulder. “Still clinging to your thin-lined humanity, Sarah?”, a stern male voice said. Sarah turned around, seeing it was the large cloaked client of her. The sheet was black with red ornaments decorated all over it. He wore a mask over his face, with sharp teeth looking intiminating, if it wasn’t  enough with the eerie look in the eyes and long horn in both sides. The client was tall enough to reach the long trees, not the very long, just long. The white hair hung down and reach the very soil. “Tihihi! You are not too bad pulling that off, Lord Vulcanus. I mean, sneaking behind my back is asking for to be beheaded.”, Sarah said. "The receipt would sent to the family for working overtime." “We pitans are known for our skills in the art of manipulation, learn from it mercenary and stay coldhearted.”, Vulcanus said. He started crook, eerie-sounding. “Will do, Lord Vulcanus. Tihihi!”, Sarah said and laughed together with the cloaked creature. “Aaaa-and about the little payment…?” She twisted strands of Vulcanus’ hair in her hands. “Did you feel it earlier? That surge of emotions, mercenary?”, Vulcanus asked. “”Uh-huh! Tihihi It was a raging vulcano this morning, no doubt..” “The other counsil members are growing worried, the Celestials might have already detected and proceeds extracting the seed inside crawlers. We want to hire you among others to gather the essence to secure it, the payment will be satisfying, I assure you that, human.”, Vulcanus said. His voice was cold. The cloak opened, revealing a small sack hanging on the belt. “Your payment and a advance for the next mission. Find the crawler and suck its human's bones dry. Not one spore is allowed to escape.” Vulcanus removed the sack from his belt and tossed it to Sarah. “Thankies!Tihihi! I will start on the case already. Broken bones are free of charge....”

Kommentarer Av LarsCarlberg Sunday, November 12, 2006 kl 12:11 PM Okay, nu jädrar börjar det hända grejer. Det här får mig att tänka på författare som Jeff Noon (Vurt, Pixel Juice mm.), och det är verkligen i en av mina favoritgenrer... mmm... mycket cyberpunk. Engelskan är kanon, det finns säkert lite missar här och där men ingenting som stör, och inget som jag har bättre koll på än du själv. Ploten med kloning och E-boxar som fixar in information rakt in i hjärnan kanske inte är jätteoriginell, men det är så breda ämnen att det finns mycket att skriva kring dem ännu. Och jag gillar hur du hanterar varumärken och sådant, du kan genren! Ser fram mot fortsättningen! /L Av Fiyun Tuesday, November 14, 2006 kl 9:25 AM Jag tänka efter för Steven's yrke, E-Boxen var en klar tribut till en liknande sak i "Ryusei Rock Man"(Mega Man Star Force). Mycket av dom saker jag tar upp har en viss förankring med ett utopia(trådar till både en och opubliserade noveller dyker här och där), som i "1984" utan att ta upp för stereotypiska saker på 2100-talet. Tanken att allt går att härma på en människa är inte särkilt orignellt, men att använda temat bakom att det som gör människan unik, "minnet" är något jag inte ser för ofta. "Kingdom Hearts: Chain of "Memories fick mig att se att det kunde användas. För-och nackdelar vävs in i karaktärerna medan historien fortsätter, huvudpersonen själv är ett problem isäg då han inte är den som vill hantera vad som han anser inte är viktigt. (Vilket märks i kapitel tre) Frågeställningen var inte lätt då jag undrade hur Steven skulle hantera att en död familjemedlem kom "tillbaka" på ett oortodoxt sätt. Troligen får jag förbättra visuellt vissa scener i det här kapitlet, beskriva mer noggrant i känslorna som finns. ^^' Du måste vara inloggad för att skriva en kommentar. Du kan logga in här