Memories of the Future (PG-17)

Started by Kalylia June 17th, 2006 5:49 AM
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Age 34
Female
Fargo, ND
Seen October 18th, 2013
Posted March 9th, 2010
893 posts
17.8 Years
Well, I realize I have a fic going here on PC, and I'll keep that one up, too. During the summer, I have much more time for writing, and this kinda came to me a couple of weeks ago. I'll update them on a rotating basis. We'll see which lasts longer. I hope to close both of them eventually!

DISCLAIMER: THIS FIC CONTAINS ADULT MATERIAL. PLEASE, IF YOU DO NOT THINK YOU CAN HANDLE ADULT THEMES, DO NOT CONTINUE.

Prelude

She moved slowly down the white hallway. The walls were spotless, as always. It was eerie, how clean the hallways always were. Her graceful feet moved quietly. The odd blue gown she wore hung limply around her knees. The back was tied shut by three, loose white ties.

A largely muscled hand held her by the elbow, guiding her along the hallways. The man in a ebony colored shirt didn’t speak much, in fact, hardly at all. Occasionally, a sharp reminder to keep up came from his mouth. She obeyed woodenly, automatically. Her long, auburn hair hung limply around her shoulders. Her green eyes, however, were strangely bright in contrast.

The muscled man passed her off to an older gentleman in a white coat. All the men in this part of the building wore those coats. She liked them more. They talked to her.

“How are you feeling today, Annalee?” the White Coat asked.

She smiled at him. “I’m all right. I got really excited when the Black Shirts told me I was going to come here today. I wanted to talk to someone about the dream I had last night.”

The man nodded and took her elbow more firmly. He pulled her around a corner and into a small room. Gently, he sat her down in a chair. “And what were you dreaming about, Annalee?”

She watched him fill a needle with a slightly yellowish liquid. “It didn’t make any sense, sir. I was walking by a lake with my toes in the sand…” She paused, nervously tugging on one of her large, soft ears. “But I was all girl. I didn’t have my ears or tail… I wasn’t anything like a Raichu…”

The needle slipped into her arm. The man nodded gently. “But you know you are a Raichu, right?”

The world around her grew very fuzzy. She found herself growing tired. She laughed. Her entire body felt light and floaty.

She gently closed her eyes. “Someone was calling me Ayame…”

She giggled. The name sounded sugary on her tongue. She rolled her head back, an odd, foggy sleep overcoming her.

The man in the white coat gazed at her limp form. He touched a small patch on his neck. Then, he began speaking.

“Experiment 12780, codename: Annalee, has exhibited signs of severe regression in the Supression process. She will need to be placed on medication 5007 at a dosage of 75 mL three times a day. I also recommend that she be placed on a power enhancer during this period. She will become worth much more to us this way.”

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Seen September 10th, 2011
Posted July 31st, 2007
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17 Years
Okay, interesting start. You're disclaimer is in such huge letters yet I see nothing overly mature thus far. Perhaps, the bits you talk of are to come in later chapters. One thing though, the prelude is a tad vague, but then again it is a prelude so I guess it should be. Also, the story seems to be moving a little fast for me and so many foreighn ideas are just tossed in without much explanation. Still, this beginning managed to grab my intention to some extent so it would be ineresting to see what happens next. Maybe that's when things will become more clearer.

Keep It Up. ;)
Age 34
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Fargo, ND
Seen October 18th, 2013
Posted March 9th, 2010
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17.8 Years
Thank you much for the review, Krafty Quill. I do appreciate it, very much. And here is Chapter One. I apologize for the short length. This chapter, as well as the next one, were both written when I was out of town and a little rushed. I believe they both still hold decent quality, anyways.


Chapter One: Photograph

Damian walked through the city with a smile on his face and a scar on his heart. He looked to Calius, his constant companion. The male Espeon trotted at his heels. Damian sat down outside a small café. A waiter brought him a glass of water and a menu.

Looking it over, he was pondering a plate of spaghetti when Calius perked upright. Damian looked to his friend. “What it is, Calius?”

Calius took a few moments in responding. Damian waited anxiously for his mindvoice to speak. Calius was increadibly psychically talented, and began speaking in Damian’s head when they were both quite young.

"I felt Ayame’s mind-link open for a brief moment. She’s remembered something…”

Damian shot upright, knocking the glass of water over. He ignored the way the water spilled over the edge of the table. “Where is she?! Can you get a read on her location?”

Calius winced and danced out of the way of the dripping water. "I’m sorry, Damian. All I could glean was that she’s somewhere northeast of here…”

Damian sighed and rose, beginning to wander away. Calius trotted after him, now rather nervous. "Damian! Damian, hold on! Where are you going?”

He paid no attention to the mindvoice’s cry. He only kept moving. His feet took him where they pleased. Eventually, he settled down in a dingy alleyway. If there was anywhere you wanted to find dingy alleys, Farsent was the place. Damian pulled his knees up to his chest and gave a small sob.

Wiping a tear from his face, he pulled out his walled. With a flick of his wrist, he opened it and stared at the picture looking back at him. He saw himself looking much younger and happier. His arms were flung around the waist of the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. Her long, auburn hair shone magnificently in the bright sunlight. The lovely strands were flung out in all directions as she tackled him into the grass. A gorgeous smile lit up her giggling face. Her green eyes sparkled as they looking into the glow of his own grey eyes. Her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck and one had held a fistful of his jet black hair. A magnificence plum dress covered her perfect frame.

Damian chocked on another sob and clutched the photo to his chest. That was his Ayame, but he hadn’t seen her in almost a year. She had been kidnapped and taken from him. At first, he didn’t know who had done it or if he’d ever see her again. But two weeks of intense searching had informed him that a governmental agency had been taking people about Ayame’s age.

What was being done to her… he couldn’t even begin to imagine.

Anger flooded through him. He pulled himself back to his feet and looked down at Calius. “Come,” he commanded. “Our search northeast begins.”

Calius nodded softly and took up his place near Damian’s feet again. He knew that Damian would never give up on finding Ayame. He had never had a true love before her, and he refused to lose her now. Every time there was a tiny flicker of hope, the fires of rage and need flared up within his chest, and they began another intense search.

This time, though, there might be hope. There wasn’t much room to go northeast before hitting the ocean from Farsent. This gave even Calius a little hope.

But… what would they find when they got to Ayame…?

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~Ozy~

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Age 34
White Sword Tower
Seen June 12th, 2012
Posted December 1st, 2006
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19 Years
Well, 'twas shorter than I expected, but I have that problem as well, so it's a non-issue. *smiles* Otherwise, I'm liking it thus far. CmCF is my favorite at the moment, but I'm interested to see where this goes.
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Age 34
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17.8 Years
And here is Chapter Two. Chapter three will be when the Adult Themes begin. Again, I relize that it's rather short. Chapter three will be longer. Please, bear with me.

Chapter Two: Medication 5007

Annalee groaned a little as she awoke. Pain was exploding inside her head. Looking around, she realized she was in her room. White walls and curtains were spotless, as always. She moaned. She couldn’t remember what had happened to her over the past couple of days. To tell the truth, she wasn’t even sure what day it was. This wasn’t an uncommon feeling for Annalee, but it was odd to feel each time. Somehow, she got the feeling that she had been sleeping for quite some time.

She absently stretched, realizing an IV had been placed in her arm. Fear gripped her heart. Was she sick?!

Annalee didn’t like not knowing what was wrong. She noticed the liquid in the IV wasn’t water. It was a translucent yellow color. Suddenly, she didn’t want the needle there any more. She started frantically clawing at the tape on her arm. Her nails were kept very short so she couldn’t harm herself, and thus, she couldn’t get the tape off either. An alarm went off, alerting the Black-shirts. She didn’t care.

She finally ripped the needle out of her arm, screaming in pain as blood trickled over her skin. She gently licked at the wound, still ignoring the alarm.

Three large men barreled through the door. Black-shirts. She growled at them as they moved forward. One of them grabbed her uninjured arm. He spoke in a gravely drawl. “Easy, Annalee. We need the needle to stay in. It’s going to help you.”

Something strange welled up with in her. It bubbled and frothed inside her. These people didn’t want to help her. They wanted to destroy her! She yanked her arm away, scrambling off of her bed. “My name is not Annalee!”

The three men grabbed her, attempting to restrain the biting, clawing form. She kept screaming, seemingly possessed by something otherworldly.

A younger man in a white coat entered the scene. “What is going on in here?”

“Doctor Lunde!” one of the Black-shirts cried. “She’s out of control!”

The white-coated man growled and pulled a syringe out of his coat. “Hold her down.”

One man took her arms and threw her back onto the bed. Annalee just kept screaming. The other two men held her legs to keep her from kicking the doctor. She struggled and yelled.

The younger man, Dr. Lunde, placed a hand on her head, pinning it long enough to slip the needle into her neck.

All of her muscles suddenly stopped responding. She fell, totally limp, against the bed. She wanted to scream, but nothing came out. Dr. Lunde looked down at her. “Johanson was a fool. Medication 5007 is still in the testing stages. Putting a power enhancer in her as well?! She could have killed us all!” He turned and snapped at the Black-shirts. “What are you still doing in here? You have a round to finish!”

The Black-shirts scattered and Dr. Lunde moved closer to her. “Annalee, I’m sorry I had to do that to you. I promise you that I don’t want to hurt you. I want to help.”

Annalee glared as he reached out to touch her shoulder. She suddenly realized that she could still control her electricity. She let it flow to the point where he was touching her.

“Annalee, you’re such a beautiful creature,” he whispered.

Annalee laughed to herself and released some of the electricity. Dr. Lunde cried out and pulled away.

She had expected anger. She had expected rage. She had expected pain and punishment. But what she saw floored her. Dr. Lunde’s face was full of soft sadness.

“Oh, Annalee. Cases like you make me wonder why I’m here. The ones like you make me feel like a terrible man…” He sighed and slipped down on the edge of the bed, being careful not to touch her.

“I could have had it all, Annalee. I could have had my wife and little girl. A real family. I could have put my mind to a better use. But the pay was so good. I was greedy. When my wife found out, she took little Jessie and ran. I never saw them again… And now? Now I don’t know. I can’t get out now, this is a life long contract. I lost it all.”

He looked at her slowly. “It wouldn’t be so bad if there weren’t cases like you. The ones like you have a strong past. A past like mine. Only God knows what we took you away from. Only God knows what it is you keep remembering that makes you rebel like you do. Only God could understand what kind of power your soul possesses that can overcome even the strongest medicines we have developed.”

He rose and walked to the window. “And only Satan could possibly enjoy what we’re doing to all of you for it…”

She stared at him, confused.

He laughed softly. “Not that you needed to know all of that.” He paused, and then rummaged through his coat again, pulling out another syringe. This one was filled with a light, almost bluish liquid. He sank the needle into the inside of her elbow.

The odd, floating feeling came back to her. She felt a pair of gentle lips brush her forehead.

Just before consciousness left her, she heard Dr. Lunde speak. “I promise you won’t remember this. Tomorrow will be normal, Annalee.”

Who's that returning from the depths of forum ghosts past? Oh! It's me!

~Ozy~

PC's Unofficial Poetry Critic

Age 34
White Sword Tower
Seen June 12th, 2012
Posted December 1st, 2006
5,246 posts
19 Years
I already told you, I thought that the dialogue in this was amazingly well done, Ayame. It was the standout bit of this chapter, I think. You keep improving as a writer constantly, love.
Eternally devoted and wed to my darling pet, Nagoyaka Aikouka.


"Your Grace, all that you say is true. On the Trident, Rhaegar fought valiantly, Rhaegar fought honorably, Rhaegar fought nobly, and Rhaegar died.