It hurt, let there be no delusions about that. I don’t know how many floors up we were but it doesn’t take much speed to cause the littlest damage. There was smoke, darkness, and pain. All of us on the bottom of a half crushed metal box, a tangle of limbs. I don’t know if I blacked out of not. There was the confusion of voices and hammering. There was light eventually. Flashlights, really bright ones. Then in that grotesque half-light I was pulled out of the elevator and I saw the man from the American Eagle store.
He smiled at me, “Good to see you again, Peaceful.” He offered his hand and helped me to my feet. I was dizzy. It felt like I should know him but maybe that is because he acted as if this is the case. He could see I had no idea who he is. “’Likeness of God’, I’ve been looking for you for months.”
There’s a commotion as Usurper was retrieved from the wreckage, kicking and shouting. He was pulled up by his arms and looked up to see the two of us. “You! Again!” He lunged at the man, but was held back by those holding his arms. “How did you find us?”
“Same as the last time,” he handed me off to someone, I was too dizzy to stand on my own, and then stepped up to Usurper. “I’m surprised your owner didn’t have the tracking device removed,” he looked back at me. “We all deserve a second chance.” He pulled his hand back and struck Usurper hard across the jaw.
Usurper started bleeding but acted unfazed, the look of hate in his eyes tried to burn into Likeness of God. Usurper started struggling again, but I could tell he was not him self. His eyelids were weighted despite his rage. His movements sluggish, like trying to run in mud.
“I will not be deprived of my pay a second time, you pair are worth a lot on the black market.” He pulled out his gun and fired it into the elevator car. Sparks flew out as a fire began eating away at the contents left in the elevator. Only Usurper and myself had been pulled out.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Where It All Went Wrong
As result of my maneuver mentioned on 06/25, it was my idea, my small victory among all the losses. The loss of identity, memory, and essentially free will. It was a small thing to go to the mall, but it meant a lot to me. Little did I know how much it would change everything. Then again not so much as I would have hoped. I have managed to escape the tutelage of Warlike only to be the pawn of the powers that want to take him down.
There I was in American Eagle when I heard someone say my name. It’s not a common name, sure there are few names that could be mistaken for it, but still, I’m not going to give in so easily.
“Peaceful.”
I looked up from my examination of a top I was contemplating. Someone definitely said MY name, someone not in my entourage. I casually looked around. At the next rack over was a couple that appeared to be browsing as well. The woman did not look up but the man was looking straight at me. He seemed familiar, there is something about him that I wanted to remember, but of course there is nothing there but the wanting of a memory.
Usurper showed up at that moment to tell me we are going back to the hotel. By the time we get to the hotel we are fighting. Our ever so discreet escorts had learned long ago to stay out of it, no doubt under Warlike’s advice to let us work it out between us. I was so fed up with his shit, he is so full of it and himself, and I had just had it. We were in an elevator, going back up to the penthouse when this death trap stopped to a grinding halt and all the lights blinked out. We stood in the dark silence listening on full alert. There was tapping and creaking in the shaft. Then our stomachs dropped as the elevator started its sudden descent.
It’s amazing what the human brain is able to do in those brief moments. So much runs through your head in a very short space of time. “Is this it?” I thought angrily. This is to be the sum of my existence, a shell of shattered bone matter, exploded organs, and high tech drugs at the bottom of an elevator shaft and with these people! These people don’t give a shit about me; they just do what they’re told. There’s got to be someone out there who cares what has become of me. Is there anyone crying into their pillow at night wondering if I’m alive?
BAM! Welcome to the basement.
There I was in American Eagle when I heard someone say my name. It’s not a common name, sure there are few names that could be mistaken for it, but still, I’m not going to give in so easily.
“Peaceful.”
I looked up from my examination of a top I was contemplating. Someone definitely said MY name, someone not in my entourage. I casually looked around. At the next rack over was a couple that appeared to be browsing as well. The woman did not look up but the man was looking straight at me. He seemed familiar, there is something about him that I wanted to remember, but of course there is nothing there but the wanting of a memory.
Usurper showed up at that moment to tell me we are going back to the hotel. By the time we get to the hotel we are fighting. Our ever so discreet escorts had learned long ago to stay out of it, no doubt under Warlike’s advice to let us work it out between us. I was so fed up with his shit, he is so full of it and himself, and I had just had it. We were in an elevator, going back up to the penthouse when this death trap stopped to a grinding halt and all the lights blinked out. We stood in the dark silence listening on full alert. There was tapping and creaking in the shaft. Then our stomachs dropped as the elevator started its sudden descent.
It’s amazing what the human brain is able to do in those brief moments. So much runs through your head in a very short space of time. “Is this it?” I thought angrily. This is to be the sum of my existence, a shell of shattered bone matter, exploded organs, and high tech drugs at the bottom of an elevator shaft and with these people! These people don’t give a shit about me; they just do what they’re told. There’s got to be someone out there who cares what has become of me. Is there anyone crying into their pillow at night wondering if I’m alive?
BAM! Welcome to the basement.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
What the...?!
I'm on the bus going to Trafalgur and I'm standing next to this gal who is dressed really nice. I mean her style is cool and I'm thinking maybe I should dress more like that. It's hip but not cheap wanna be hippie. She looks normal (what is that?) put together and then BAM! Literally, BAM, she slams her own head against the bar she's holding onto. There was no sudden stop or shift, everyone else seemed to be as still as I am, as still as anyone is on a city bus. It was just so violent and sudden. What is going on inside of her that would cause such an abrupt action. Very strange.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Allies
There’s this cute guy at the Costa Coffee at Waterloo Station, so now I have an addiction to coffee, but I prefer to think of it as an addiction to him-“Little Fire”. Dark brown eyes, chocolate brown hair, and the most beautiful smile, it makes my day every morning. I think he’s 20 or 21, I told him my parents are house swapping for the rest of the year with a family that has our house in NYC. I’ve never been to New York, but I did a little research so I can talk like I live there, tell him where the best coffee is, the best sandwiches, best place to take your date, complete with street names and neighborhood, those kind of pertinent details, I think I could live there. Little Fire promises me to visit, but hasn’t offered to take me to any of London’s best of. Whatever, it’s better he remains eye candy, I could disappear any day now, no point in disappointing both of us.
It wasn’t until recently that I was told the story of how I got here in the first place. Why London? Why MI6? I’m an American, I least I’ve never been told otherwise. The answer is “Determined Protector” and “Noble Lady.” Undercover agents with MI6, working on a case that I was unknowingly made a part of. Once my presence, and consequently Usurpers, came on the scene it altered their assignment. What that assignment was I don’t know, I didn’t even know their involvement until I was introduced to them a few days ago. But if Protector had not come to the rescue I’d still be strapped to an exam table with masked faces hanging above me jabbering in another language as they stole blood, bone marrow, and all other kinds of DNA components from me. Bastards!
Most of those six weeks is a blur of bad dreams, pain, and periods of bright light followed by pitch black darkness. To be taken from one hell to another kind is not what I would recommend to anyone. But anyways, Protector is awesome. He is not Caucasian, he is of the same decent as those who kidnapped me, but he is an English citizen though he would fit right into any of those fantasy Kung Fu movies that are so popular right now, I mean he is that good, he does that stuff for real, but only when needed of course. Luckily he doesn’t need it often because Noble Lady is his partner person who makes sure there is always a way out, around, or under, which consequently how they got Usurper and I out and thereby ruining their whole operation. They won’t tell what happened to Usurper. Is he in an identical house somewhere else in London or did they ship him back to the US? I can’t imagine him cooperating with these guys…what would he do with his time if it was his own?
It wasn’t until recently that I was told the story of how I got here in the first place. Why London? Why MI6? I’m an American, I least I’ve never been told otherwise. The answer is “Determined Protector” and “Noble Lady.” Undercover agents with MI6, working on a case that I was unknowingly made a part of. Once my presence, and consequently Usurpers, came on the scene it altered their assignment. What that assignment was I don’t know, I didn’t even know their involvement until I was introduced to them a few days ago. But if Protector had not come to the rescue I’d still be strapped to an exam table with masked faces hanging above me jabbering in another language as they stole blood, bone marrow, and all other kinds of DNA components from me. Bastards!
Most of those six weeks is a blur of bad dreams, pain, and periods of bright light followed by pitch black darkness. To be taken from one hell to another kind is not what I would recommend to anyone. But anyways, Protector is awesome. He is not Caucasian, he is of the same decent as those who kidnapped me, but he is an English citizen though he would fit right into any of those fantasy Kung Fu movies that are so popular right now, I mean he is that good, he does that stuff for real, but only when needed of course. Luckily he doesn’t need it often because Noble Lady is his partner person who makes sure there is always a way out, around, or under, which consequently how they got Usurper and I out and thereby ruining their whole operation. They won’t tell what happened to Usurper. Is he in an identical house somewhere else in London or did they ship him back to the US? I can’t imagine him cooperating with these guys…what would he do with his time if it was his own?
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For
"Of the earth" is a hulking brut of a man. So utterly unrefined, I wonder if there's a drop of English blood in him at all. I think he's just faking the accent. For a government agent he seems unnaturally obsessed with guns, but I have to admit that is a comforting feeling when I'm out on one of explorations. His source of pride, next to himself, is his sharp shooting ability and that is a skill that can always be appreciated. It's scary to listen to the guys banter about various ways to kill a man and know I can throw in my two cents, but I don't. I pretend to be enthralled with other things, like the stupid teen magazines they've brought me and reality TV. Ulgh, what a waste of time.
"Pure" despite the harmless tone of her name she is a rod of steel. She'll joke around with the others, but if you want something done, she's the one to do it. "Jewel" and "With brown hair" are so sweet I can't believe that are agents. They could kill you with their pinky finger and you would never know it. I guess that I'm that unsuspecting as well. "Summer" is a prodigy of sorts, like me, only without all the drugs. She's a natural smarty pants, has a mind for strategy in creepy sixth sense sort of way, a chess game lasts about 3 minutes if she's playing. I however am simply a walking science experiment, now that there is no more experimenting, I can't help speculating what will happen to my abilities now that they aren't being enhanced.
For lack of any other remembrance, I like my new family. It's artificial, like the last one, I am still in the unnerving position of being watched all the time, and I am having fun, but I miss having a purpose. Warlike's an asshole and I will kill him if I get the chance, but with my first family there was always this drive towards something bigger. Being a teenager, as I have been exhorted to be countless times, has gotten boring. Being a tourist isn't much better, it's fine for the first few weeks, especially when there is no monetary limitations, but now what?
"Pure" despite the harmless tone of her name she is a rod of steel. She'll joke around with the others, but if you want something done, she's the one to do it. "Jewel" and "With brown hair" are so sweet I can't believe that are agents. They could kill you with their pinky finger and you would never know it. I guess that I'm that unsuspecting as well. "Summer" is a prodigy of sorts, like me, only without all the drugs. She's a natural smarty pants, has a mind for strategy in creepy sixth sense sort of way, a chess game lasts about 3 minutes if she's playing. I however am simply a walking science experiment, now that there is no more experimenting, I can't help speculating what will happen to my abilities now that they aren't being enhanced.
For lack of any other remembrance, I like my new family. It's artificial, like the last one, I am still in the unnerving position of being watched all the time, and I am having fun, but I miss having a purpose. Warlike's an asshole and I will kill him if I get the chance, but with my first family there was always this drive towards something bigger. Being a teenager, as I have been exhorted to be countless times, has gotten boring. Being a tourist isn't much better, it's fine for the first few weeks, especially when there is no monetary limitations, but now what?
Thursday, September 3, 2009
SPAM
I don’t think I will be very good at this now that I have the time and opportunity to do this cyber social networking thing. I don’t really like it. I rather be outside. I think that is the old me coming out. Should I say the “original me?” The me I was before Warlike came along with his plans for world domination. Anyways, I just get the feeling that I did not spend much time in front of a computer or TV for that matter.
Did I mention the Millennium Bridge? Watching the opaque water churn below as I wait for Big Ben to tell me the time is something I do often. It's so open right there. With the exception of some steel cables there is no cover. Even I wonder if I have a death wish. Listening to them report at the end of shift when we all return to the house by separate routes is the most entertaining part of my day I think. "He Gave", "Pure", "Little Rock", "With brown hair", "Of the earth", "Jewel", "God is Gracious", "Summer", and "Counsel Rule" are the crack MI6 agents who watch over Peaceful Kingdom and while they represent the control I'd rather be free of, I do get to be outside in any case and that's a plus.
My whole premise for being here in cyberspace was to feign some sort normalcy that I otherwise lacked when I was with Warlike. While being used by a different kind of tyranny it is the most normal I remember to date. I'm living in a house with windows, bullet proof of course. It's a small borough that skirts London and there are neighbors who walk their dogs and rake their yards. All I need is some parents and a sibling, but really that's what "Of the earth" is good for, I really don't know how he got in. But that's between you and I. ;)
Did I mention the Millennium Bridge? Watching the opaque water churn below as I wait for Big Ben to tell me the time is something I do often. It's so open right there. With the exception of some steel cables there is no cover. Even I wonder if I have a death wish. Listening to them report at the end of shift when we all return to the house by separate routes is the most entertaining part of my day I think. "He Gave", "Pure", "Little Rock", "With brown hair", "Of the earth", "Jewel", "God is Gracious", "Summer", and "Counsel Rule" are the crack MI6 agents who watch over Peaceful Kingdom and while they represent the control I'd rather be free of, I do get to be outside in any case and that's a plus.
My whole premise for being here in cyberspace was to feign some sort normalcy that I otherwise lacked when I was with Warlike. While being used by a different kind of tyranny it is the most normal I remember to date. I'm living in a house with windows, bullet proof of course. It's a small borough that skirts London and there are neighbors who walk their dogs and rake their yards. All I need is some parents and a sibling, but really that's what "Of the earth" is good for, I really don't know how he got in. But that's between you and I. ;)
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