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| Future Tense: Beginnings | | | Author: | | | IP: | HSE-ToroXXXX | | Date: | 03/25/02 09:03 | | Game Type: | Other | | Labels: | none | | Report Rating: , # of Ratings: 1, Max: 3, Min: 3
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Welcome to the WRA Academy, a wonderful training ground for the future of genetic soldiers and my personal hell. This is a story, MY story... sure things may not make sense, but they will just give me time to tell the tale. If you can’t handle me jumping around, then screw you! I don’t have time to listen to you whine... Here it goes.
Chapter One - Run, Matt, run!
Run, dammit run! And that is just what I did. Guess what the crew was after me again, well just a few but still. Once again I found myself flapping my gums even though I knew I couldn't back it up. I would win the duel of words too bad my ass would always get kicked. When they could catch me of course, oh and you can't forget Mags saving me half the time. At times like this I wish I could fight, it would help. Screw it, haul ass!
So off I go running it was one thing I could do well. When the crew chases you around for a few years you get faster, you HAVE to. I think would have been long dead if I didn't get my ass speedy. My legs were pumping and would continue to do so, until I was safe or... yeah ass kicking.
I rounded the next corner with unwanted extra speed. I nearly toppled over but I did manage to keep my balance. That mistake might just cost me in the long run, a delay before I could get back up to speed. I wish I would have realised I was running out of hallway, too late now!
"Huh, looks like the wuss is r..." He had not a chance to finish what he was saying. Just some Forty trying to be a smart-ass, sadly I was bigger and had no intention of stopping and I bulldozed on through. Well just as my luck would have it...
WALL! Well it was barrier that dropped down after hours to keep the students out of the academy, I guess the designers of the place wanted me to get my ass kicked! I swear it's on video and they laugh at it, bastards.
I turned around to face my so-called peers. Seven, Nine and Eleven.
Now you see Seven was BIG, I mean BIG! He towered over most of the students, and even some of the CO's. He may be big and strong, but he's not all that bright. He had the wonderful future of being a low ranked grunt for the rest of his career, no way in hell he would get command.
His style of fighting involved rushing in and clobbering his enemy into submission. Of course he never had sense enough to worry about defending himself, so in most cases if he missed his tackle... wide open. I've seen Mags topple him with one punch after dodging his attempt. Either it was a tackle or he would just go toe to toe with you throwing punches and kicks all over, reckless. Of course if you got hit you were going to be hurting for some time.
On to Nine... This one has brains not like the hulking dumbass. She was no where near his size and strength. She was rather small compared to most students. Almost command material? Ha! Can't plot or fight worth anything.
Caution was reflected in fighting her or should I say Matt ass kicking? No matter. This one would never ever get in a one on one bout. She was afraid of pain, yup Miss I hate Injury! She would wait until the rest of pack had downed the prey then jump in and land her blows. She was not much of fighter, she ran from my saviour on many different beatings. Yup Mags scared this on to death; all she had to do was look at her. The weakest link in the crew, only with that group for being an ass kiss!
Eleven, Frosty's right hand man! This one could do it all, but not as good as Frosty. You're living in Frosty's shadow and that is all you are going to do. Can't be a leader if you are a follower. This one was never afraid to attack without the group well he could fight!
It was focused and fast! Just like Frosty he enjoyed breaking arms, mainly MY arm! What was it? Ten times combined? God bless medical technology! He also was good at not getting hit, like I said this one was quick. This was one of the few that Mags had any real difficulty with, but the COs would break it up most of time. Not after damage was done to both of them...
So those were the three waiting to beat me into a quivering mass. Bring it I say! You can't hurt me! I'm invincible, unstoppable... Seven is charging!
"I'm so fucking screwed" This is going to suck...
Now I was on the ground in a matter of seconds, fists kicks and stomps. It was just a normal beating, no tricks or anything funky. Funny thing is I don’t feel pain like most people, I know that as a fact. I’ve seen other people hurting, screaming and crying. I don’t do that when I’m hurt, I just a weird pins and needles feeling when I’m hurting. It must really piss them off, no matter what they do I never cry out in pain. Well that’s just fine with me, I know they would love that!
It was only a matter of time before I heard help arrive, no not Mags, no beatings for the three. It was the CO’s better late then never! Thank you for being so quick to rescue me! I saw Seven get pulled away followed by the other two soon after. I could hear the speech, the same one...
"You know it’s very fair for all you to gang up on Thirteen here. What are you trying to do? Kill him? You know he can’t do much in the way of defending himself! And you know that after graduating he is just going to be iced out and not use in the war. So I ask again, just leave the poor bastard alone. Now move out" It was Major Sanders and his wonderful encouragement followed by the yes sirs! Thanks for calling the bleeding guy on the floor a FAILURE! Right in front of my face! GAH! I hate this place.
It was only a matter of time before Sanders helped me to my feet and dragged me toward the Medics. Nothing new, he always did the same thing time and again. "You know Matt you really should keep quiet around them. I don’t why you keep asking for it." Well I don’t ask for them to torment me all the time, ever think of that Sanders? Didn’t think so...
The Medical station was nearing and I wonder about my injuries this time. Bruises of course! My lip was split and I was sure my nose was broken... I was a bloody mess, again! Hopefully that would be the extent of my injuries. Those could be patched up without much of a problem. But years of torment couldn’t be, it was only a matter of time until I snapped.
The Medics were quick about their work being used to seeing me there. I’m sure they felt sorry for me, always in here after a beating. I didn’t feel like chatting it up with Medics, I didn’t want pity today. I quickly made way out of the station and made the long trip back to my room, maybe the saviour would be there and maybe not.
The hallways where scattered with students, many feeling the need to stare and the broken Thirteen. I can see what they are thinking of me in their eyes. Always the same, always...
"Failure!"
"Loser!"
"Wuss!"
"Moron"
Bah, fuck them all! I don’t need them, I never did! I was better off not having to be near people like that. Just let me live as I am, just leave me alone! Just get me out of here! The people hate me, the CO’s pity me and Dr. Daniken has tried to kill me, for being a waste of genetics. When they say ice out, they certainly mean it. Failures are removed, DNA viewed for mistakes...
I really don’t know what Grey saw in me that was worth saving. I just don’t know... But i’ll get into that later.
I stumbled into the room and reached for the light. It was small, but it was home to me. I could be alone here, saved from the outside. I collapsed into the bottom and could only wonder when Mags would make her way back here. At least I had someone to talk too.
Then sleep came to me...
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