nathanmb
March 23rd, 2012, 01:12 AM
First of all: I am not that great of a writer. I am only thirteen, basically 14. I really want your feedback on this. And if you think it is bad or something, be sure to tell me, because it will have my try to update it. I got chapter 1 and chapter 2 in it as well as the Prologue. Anyways here it is:
Prologue
“Alright, so what's his name?” Said a man in a lab coat.
“P.O. Project Angel One.” Replied the other.
“Simple. But should we make it more complex? Anyways, should he have a real name? Like mine. Tyler Temple.”
“Look we aren't NASA! We are just a team of scientist with a freak with us!” He screamed. “How about you 'name' him than. We don't got time to name these abominations of humans.”
“Alright. I will tell you later.”
“OK,” Said the man about ready to scream at him. “whatever, just get back to work setting up the de-linker.”
“Okay.”
Tyler spent all day working and thinking. He knew that he was still human, just a freak of nature. He wont be giving up his job just to give this “abomination” freedom that it does not deserve, or at least he thinks doesn't deserve.
“Kyler Veere.”
Two weeks later, the birthday of the “freak”, Tyler went to the cage to see a pale white boy. Only ten years old. He stares at the titanium links making his wings. He comes up to him and instinctively the boy jumps back and spreads his wings slightly in an aggressive manner.
“Calm down. I know you understand me, I'm not stupid. Here.” Tyler takes out a journal, a pencil, and a dictionary. “Here is a journal, it is for writing in with the pencil. Like this.” He demonstrates how to write. “But with words. Here is a sheet as well to sound out how it works.” He takes out a sheet and gives it to the winged human. “You are smart. You will figure it out. And this is a dictionary, it tells you what words mean. And I will give you a name. You know what a name is. Here is yours: Kyler Veere.”
The boy looked on at him. A small tear came out. But than he turned cold again. He puts up his arm and shows streaks of blood on them. Cuts. Tyler stared at them. Than suddenly the boy jumped at the cage and pushed it down onto Tyler who was able to get out of the way. The cage had to be a thousand pounds. Than Kyler kicked the cage back in place. Staring blankly with hate, but some streak of being glad, with Tyler. Tyler could notice it.
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Chapter One
So. Sixteen years now. Sixteen years trapped in this old world of pain. Those lucky scientists, they get to leave this empty world, come back, have fun torturing me, and repeat. No more.
I am Kyler Veere. I am sixteen. I am the smartest person alive apparently. How am I though? I read and memorized the entire dictionary based on hearing, sounding out, scrambling, and much more things to find out the entire book. And I know what they are doing too me. I am trapped, they are torturing me. And I will break FREE!
I am told every day: “Freak.” “Abomination.” “Project.” “P.O.” “Angel.” “Demon.” “Idiot.” And they even say: “All wings, no brain.” “50% Human. 50% Retard.” “Looking for pictures in that book of yours?” Well I am none of those, and none of those are true. For sure. No god sent me down to save anyone. I was sent down to be tortured by all of you, not to come down here and be some kind of freaking guardian angel for someone. I am no idiot, I am smarter than all of you. “You think you own me?” I whispered. “Well you don't. And I will prove it sooner or later. No matter what. I will be free from you.”
I take out my journal and start to think of what life here is like.
Journal Entry One.
I've had this for eighteen months now. And now I memorized the dictionary and know how to talk and write. They are fools thinking I don't know much. They obviously don't know much about me. Hah. Twelve and a half years and they still know nothing about me. Real scientists there. Oh wait, they know I got wings.
I don't know why I got wings and none of them do though. It is linked with tiny rings of titanium, apparently it is like chain-mail. It is strong, light, and more mobile than pure metal. But they are so small and numerous. How can I fly with them? I know the dynamics of it all, but how? It doesn't meet up with these requirements on how this “World” works.
I got this sheet of what is called glass behind me. I don't know why I do, but I like the pain of cutting myself with it, it hurts though, but I love it, it makes my life so much less boring!
I want to kill myself at the same time though. I want to live as well! What is this? I am so smart but yet I can't even decide this! Live. Or. Die.
I have been hearing about this “Universe.” and “Earth.” What I think is I live on Earth, the only planet that can support life. And these people walk out into the Universe, do whatever they have to so they can survive, and walk back to torture me.
But now I hear about trees, grass, all that. What are these things? I'm not sure. But OH GOD I want to find out what I don't know about yet. I know what they are in general, but I want to see them, and touch it all!
I was told something though by Tyler. “Four years. Than you will be given a great weight loss program, and you will feel brand new, you will be a new... Kyler... How? A thing called the de-linker. It will help us. Believe me.”
Why do I want to help you? All of you? I WILL NOT HELP ANY OF YOU! I will kill you instead of helping you. I will keep to that promise from now on. I can care less what you think of me. But you better now care what I think of you. Because I know you all. Tyler, treat me well. Because believe me, you will want to sooner or later, because... I. Will. Break. Free.
Hah. I just thought of it: what if someone reads this? They will kill me for sure, at least I won't need to decide anymore. Oh god I feel like an ass thinking like this way, killing you, suicide, being killed, at least I wont decide. Hah. God.
Oh yeah: God. What is he supposed to do to create me? All I am is some “freak” with pale-fleshed skin, dark hair, chain-mail wings, strong, boy. No one is like me. Who would want to create me? Some twisted freak of nature known as a Angel, or what someone gave a clever name of: Dark-Angel. Is there someone like me though? Doubt it. That god must be pretty stupid to try to make someone else similar, if not, exactly like me.
So anyways. So far today, I got a n-
“HEY! HEY GET UP!” Screamed a woman in the white coat. Her name was Serena.
“What do you want now?” I say. But really don't. Just in my mind. So I hide my journal in the back of my cage, got up, and rush at the cages door, grabbed it, pulled it back, than started to bend the bars. God I love scaring them. She jumps back and looks horrified at me. She was pretty young and good-looking. Eighteen. But I don't care for her.
“Freak. Hey, here comes your 'exercise program' at least.” She snickered. She spit at my feet. I flip her off. But I knew what she meant, the de-linker apparently is happening sooner... She stepped towards me with a small knife out. I am ready to grab it to escape today. I don't know what it is. But it is just another torture, but it is special, they were telling me about it for a few years now.
“Hey! Put that knife down!” Screamed Tyler.
I pull my hand out and try to grab for her but never could reach even close to her. She jumps back again and put the knife in and aggressive stance and walked away. Of course she does.
All of a sudden my cage starts shaking and I lift five feet up off the ground. Tyler moves out of the way as my cage starts to move out of the big steel room. I start to kick and punch it all. I turn and see Tyler looking at my journal. I put my hand out like I can get him. I need to think fast. De-linker. What can it be? Link. De. Crap!
It has to be able to break the links of chains on my wings. I got to put them away. They don't know yet, thank god. I know how my entire body works luckily. Thank god I don't have to smell a place that smells like feces and stale urine. But what is this place?
I see something. Light. Is that it? I turn and see something. A clear of what looks like a barrier, leads somewhere else. The Universe? The solar system? No. Its solid! There is a place other than here. Earth! No time to stare or think. Can that barrier be broken? I pick up my piece of glass and it looks the same. Cant think. I hold my hand out as hard as I can. I see buildings out there as well though, can I kill one of them? I hope so. I couldn't hold back my smirk at the thought. Than I throw it.
The glass shatters. Both of them. Into many, many others. I know where to escape now. And now I wait to go into the de-linker. Hell much? I force a smile knowing that soon, I will leave, and to a beautiful place.
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Chapter Two
Well... Here it is, I guess. My box stays up. But now I am in a small room with a bed and a needle above it. It is small and also made of titanium, I study it for a second and think of how it works. There is not much else around me. Glass windows, but they look reinforced. To metal rods pointing out slightly from opposite ends of the bed. And than they are able to move vertically. They got some strong leather on each ends of the rods. So I picture it in my head.
I lay down
I get the rods and the strong leather wrapped around my head.
I am put into a position for the needle.
The needle stabs my wings and starts breaking them up.
Why? Why do they want to do this to me? Well who cares. I know how to escape.
First: I heard nothing move since I got in here and my crate stopped. Second: I jump down and roll backwards and get behind the crate. Third: I kick the crate forward and start to run. Fourth: I jump out the window and fly free.
I am ready to go. I breath in and out. I whisper “One... Two... Three...”
“I see him moving his lips!”
“Is he talking?”
“I don't know.”
On seventy-five. “Sixty-one... Sixty-two...”
“Wait. I hear something. Everyone, shut up.”
“Seventy-one...”
“Counting.”
“Seventy-two... Seventy-three... Seventy-four.” I breath in and out.
“Why did h-”
I screamed “Seventy-FIVE!” I jumped forward. I rolled backwards and got up fast. I kicked the cage and it broke off and flew off and make a loud boom. I started running. I saw the girl who wanted to stab me. I jumped at her, pushed her, and grabbed her knife. I ran off right afterwords.
“Kyler!” Screamed someone. Tyler.
I turned and said with no emotion “What?”
“Don't let anyone see your wings. Don't. Or else something terrible will happen.”
I wont I promised myself, he was telling the truth. “Well lets hope death is the one that does if it gets there.” I turn around and my wings spread out I jump on top of it and look down. But no time to be amazed. I jump and soar in this new, and strange world.
Prologue
“Alright, so what's his name?” Said a man in a lab coat.
“P.O. Project Angel One.” Replied the other.
“Simple. But should we make it more complex? Anyways, should he have a real name? Like mine. Tyler Temple.”
“Look we aren't NASA! We are just a team of scientist with a freak with us!” He screamed. “How about you 'name' him than. We don't got time to name these abominations of humans.”
“Alright. I will tell you later.”
“OK,” Said the man about ready to scream at him. “whatever, just get back to work setting up the de-linker.”
“Okay.”
Tyler spent all day working and thinking. He knew that he was still human, just a freak of nature. He wont be giving up his job just to give this “abomination” freedom that it does not deserve, or at least he thinks doesn't deserve.
“Kyler Veere.”
Two weeks later, the birthday of the “freak”, Tyler went to the cage to see a pale white boy. Only ten years old. He stares at the titanium links making his wings. He comes up to him and instinctively the boy jumps back and spreads his wings slightly in an aggressive manner.
“Calm down. I know you understand me, I'm not stupid. Here.” Tyler takes out a journal, a pencil, and a dictionary. “Here is a journal, it is for writing in with the pencil. Like this.” He demonstrates how to write. “But with words. Here is a sheet as well to sound out how it works.” He takes out a sheet and gives it to the winged human. “You are smart. You will figure it out. And this is a dictionary, it tells you what words mean. And I will give you a name. You know what a name is. Here is yours: Kyler Veere.”
The boy looked on at him. A small tear came out. But than he turned cold again. He puts up his arm and shows streaks of blood on them. Cuts. Tyler stared at them. Than suddenly the boy jumped at the cage and pushed it down onto Tyler who was able to get out of the way. The cage had to be a thousand pounds. Than Kyler kicked the cage back in place. Staring blankly with hate, but some streak of being glad, with Tyler. Tyler could notice it.
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Chapter One
So. Sixteen years now. Sixteen years trapped in this old world of pain. Those lucky scientists, they get to leave this empty world, come back, have fun torturing me, and repeat. No more.
I am Kyler Veere. I am sixteen. I am the smartest person alive apparently. How am I though? I read and memorized the entire dictionary based on hearing, sounding out, scrambling, and much more things to find out the entire book. And I know what they are doing too me. I am trapped, they are torturing me. And I will break FREE!
I am told every day: “Freak.” “Abomination.” “Project.” “P.O.” “Angel.” “Demon.” “Idiot.” And they even say: “All wings, no brain.” “50% Human. 50% Retard.” “Looking for pictures in that book of yours?” Well I am none of those, and none of those are true. For sure. No god sent me down to save anyone. I was sent down to be tortured by all of you, not to come down here and be some kind of freaking guardian angel for someone. I am no idiot, I am smarter than all of you. “You think you own me?” I whispered. “Well you don't. And I will prove it sooner or later. No matter what. I will be free from you.”
I take out my journal and start to think of what life here is like.
Journal Entry One.
I've had this for eighteen months now. And now I memorized the dictionary and know how to talk and write. They are fools thinking I don't know much. They obviously don't know much about me. Hah. Twelve and a half years and they still know nothing about me. Real scientists there. Oh wait, they know I got wings.
I don't know why I got wings and none of them do though. It is linked with tiny rings of titanium, apparently it is like chain-mail. It is strong, light, and more mobile than pure metal. But they are so small and numerous. How can I fly with them? I know the dynamics of it all, but how? It doesn't meet up with these requirements on how this “World” works.
I got this sheet of what is called glass behind me. I don't know why I do, but I like the pain of cutting myself with it, it hurts though, but I love it, it makes my life so much less boring!
I want to kill myself at the same time though. I want to live as well! What is this? I am so smart but yet I can't even decide this! Live. Or. Die.
I have been hearing about this “Universe.” and “Earth.” What I think is I live on Earth, the only planet that can support life. And these people walk out into the Universe, do whatever they have to so they can survive, and walk back to torture me.
But now I hear about trees, grass, all that. What are these things? I'm not sure. But OH GOD I want to find out what I don't know about yet. I know what they are in general, but I want to see them, and touch it all!
I was told something though by Tyler. “Four years. Than you will be given a great weight loss program, and you will feel brand new, you will be a new... Kyler... How? A thing called the de-linker. It will help us. Believe me.”
Why do I want to help you? All of you? I WILL NOT HELP ANY OF YOU! I will kill you instead of helping you. I will keep to that promise from now on. I can care less what you think of me. But you better now care what I think of you. Because I know you all. Tyler, treat me well. Because believe me, you will want to sooner or later, because... I. Will. Break. Free.
Hah. I just thought of it: what if someone reads this? They will kill me for sure, at least I won't need to decide anymore. Oh god I feel like an ass thinking like this way, killing you, suicide, being killed, at least I wont decide. Hah. God.
Oh yeah: God. What is he supposed to do to create me? All I am is some “freak” with pale-fleshed skin, dark hair, chain-mail wings, strong, boy. No one is like me. Who would want to create me? Some twisted freak of nature known as a Angel, or what someone gave a clever name of: Dark-Angel. Is there someone like me though? Doubt it. That god must be pretty stupid to try to make someone else similar, if not, exactly like me.
So anyways. So far today, I got a n-
“HEY! HEY GET UP!” Screamed a woman in the white coat. Her name was Serena.
“What do you want now?” I say. But really don't. Just in my mind. So I hide my journal in the back of my cage, got up, and rush at the cages door, grabbed it, pulled it back, than started to bend the bars. God I love scaring them. She jumps back and looks horrified at me. She was pretty young and good-looking. Eighteen. But I don't care for her.
“Freak. Hey, here comes your 'exercise program' at least.” She snickered. She spit at my feet. I flip her off. But I knew what she meant, the de-linker apparently is happening sooner... She stepped towards me with a small knife out. I am ready to grab it to escape today. I don't know what it is. But it is just another torture, but it is special, they were telling me about it for a few years now.
“Hey! Put that knife down!” Screamed Tyler.
I pull my hand out and try to grab for her but never could reach even close to her. She jumps back again and put the knife in and aggressive stance and walked away. Of course she does.
All of a sudden my cage starts shaking and I lift five feet up off the ground. Tyler moves out of the way as my cage starts to move out of the big steel room. I start to kick and punch it all. I turn and see Tyler looking at my journal. I put my hand out like I can get him. I need to think fast. De-linker. What can it be? Link. De. Crap!
It has to be able to break the links of chains on my wings. I got to put them away. They don't know yet, thank god. I know how my entire body works luckily. Thank god I don't have to smell a place that smells like feces and stale urine. But what is this place?
I see something. Light. Is that it? I turn and see something. A clear of what looks like a barrier, leads somewhere else. The Universe? The solar system? No. Its solid! There is a place other than here. Earth! No time to stare or think. Can that barrier be broken? I pick up my piece of glass and it looks the same. Cant think. I hold my hand out as hard as I can. I see buildings out there as well though, can I kill one of them? I hope so. I couldn't hold back my smirk at the thought. Than I throw it.
The glass shatters. Both of them. Into many, many others. I know where to escape now. And now I wait to go into the de-linker. Hell much? I force a smile knowing that soon, I will leave, and to a beautiful place.
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Chapter Two
Well... Here it is, I guess. My box stays up. But now I am in a small room with a bed and a needle above it. It is small and also made of titanium, I study it for a second and think of how it works. There is not much else around me. Glass windows, but they look reinforced. To metal rods pointing out slightly from opposite ends of the bed. And than they are able to move vertically. They got some strong leather on each ends of the rods. So I picture it in my head.
I lay down
I get the rods and the strong leather wrapped around my head.
I am put into a position for the needle.
The needle stabs my wings and starts breaking them up.
Why? Why do they want to do this to me? Well who cares. I know how to escape.
First: I heard nothing move since I got in here and my crate stopped. Second: I jump down and roll backwards and get behind the crate. Third: I kick the crate forward and start to run. Fourth: I jump out the window and fly free.
I am ready to go. I breath in and out. I whisper “One... Two... Three...”
“I see him moving his lips!”
“Is he talking?”
“I don't know.”
On seventy-five. “Sixty-one... Sixty-two...”
“Wait. I hear something. Everyone, shut up.”
“Seventy-one...”
“Counting.”
“Seventy-two... Seventy-three... Seventy-four.” I breath in and out.
“Why did h-”
I screamed “Seventy-FIVE!” I jumped forward. I rolled backwards and got up fast. I kicked the cage and it broke off and flew off and make a loud boom. I started running. I saw the girl who wanted to stab me. I jumped at her, pushed her, and grabbed her knife. I ran off right afterwords.
“Kyler!” Screamed someone. Tyler.
I turned and said with no emotion “What?”
“Don't let anyone see your wings. Don't. Or else something terrible will happen.”
I wont I promised myself, he was telling the truth. “Well lets hope death is the one that does if it gets there.” I turn around and my wings spread out I jump on top of it and look down. But no time to be amazed. I jump and soar in this new, and strange world.