Indestructible

By: David Kreatsoulas (Kuggle)  

Date: The 14^th

Time: 7:30 P.M.

We have finally done it: We have created the perfect war machine. The scientist's have been spending backbreaking month after month researching. But now, the time is almost at hand we will unleash project #9835 codenamed "Indestructible" (See appendix 1) in just 3 short weeks. The industries will be breathtakingly amazed at our progress here.

We will no longer tolerate being thrown out of anymore secret assignments from the head of the industries because we will make quite a lot of money off #9835 for I will ask…no I will demand the small total of 4.5 trillion from him, and if those bastards refuse to agree to our terms, then I will send our latest project after them.

It's a no-win situation on their end.

I have faith that he will succeed in making a more…precise future for our industries than other attempts have tried.

But most importantly, he must never figure out the secret behind the industries because if he does-like the others- he might rebel and become a pain to eliminate. So I will make sure he never finds out why we created him because then all of my plans will have been for nothing.

"Well done" I must say to myself. Because after the Dark physics era of the industries, we have not had much success. But with the New generation era, we have finally secured our place at the top of the industries' charts.

Everything is going exactly as planned…

And yet, I feel as though there is something that is not quite right with what might happen to #9835, because he seems to remind me of my own son. Sending him out there fighting wars doesn't seem like a fair gain to him…but how would he know? He's just a project. Nothing more.

This is my final entry. I will soon burn this book so that no one will know of what I have done.

Good-bye.

I know that he will create the new future for us.

-Ashley Stone

I woke up in complete darkness.

I looked around, I was naked and wounded. My chest was pouring blood but I felt nothing coming out or any pain.

I wanted to take a breath but the was no air.

I wanted to move but I had no arms or legs.

I wanted to call for help but I had no voice.

In the dark I saw Myra, she was beautiful. Her straight long dark hair was free floating. Her perfect body was beautiful too. And like me she was naked as well. Her lips formed a small smile, she held out her hand and mouth "Nero." I felt the urge to get to her and be there but I had no strength.

I felt something grab me. I looked back and saw that it was a horribly disfigured monster. It's hand was disgusting and dirty. It's eyes were blank and empty. It's skin was pale and missing parts. And it's hair was patchy and tangled.

Then more hands grabbed me, I tried to get away but I couldn't fight them and I was dragged away into darkness.

I tried to call back to Sera but no words came.

Then I woke up in the middle of the night. Back in my apartment, a small room that was about fifteen feet long and wide. A small window on the left side of the room with a good view of Castle city. I had a small lamp and traditional alarm clock on a table that was missing a leg next to my bed. There was a small kitchen, where we ate. I was sweating, and breathing hard. Myra turned, got up and yawned  "Nero? What's wrong?" I looked at her and said "Another nightmare. It's alright I'm fine. Go back to sleep Myra." She kissed me and said "Nero it's over we beat them remember? So our nightmares are over." and went back to bed. I put my face in my hands, three straight nights I have been having nightmares of the hell that I once lived through. That place was called WAR Enterprises. It stood for Weapons of Alteration and Recreation Enterprises. My partner Sera and I have found refuge at Castle city. A dense metropolis filled with danger, drugs and gangs.. After three years of fear, and horror, Myra and I had finally destroyed and escaped them completely. Together we ended their ambitions and twisted goals. But at a terrible cost. I had lost one of my best friends.

If you want to hear a story where I easily overcame impossible odds, your reading the wrong book. I think there's a little more to it than meets the eye.

This is my hell.

This is my life.

woke up in my cell. My head hurt.

Again.

I sat up and cracked my neck, shoulders, and back. Sleeping on a broken stone slate isn't the most comfortable bed on the planet.

In addition to the beautiful bed, I had a small air vent or heater in the top left corner of the cube that never worked, so during the winter I was freezing to death at night or during the summer I was sweating more than a fat guy in a sauna. I had a closet which is where I stored things that would be of use later in my life like food that wouldn't get stale or rotten fast or some water. I only had one outfit. The bathroom was even better, the shower had about six holes in the wall where a colony of ants live and there were more each day, the toilet works only if I actually put something in there. The sink had a centipede living in it and the most I get out of it is a slight stream of brown water. Also creepily on my right side wall, is a huge carving of the number 9835 I never new what it meant and I just ignored it. The best thing I have in this room is a mirror. I looked up at it, or what was left of it anyway. I always see the same thing. My zero body fat, tan body which is in perfect shape, I'm talking about an eight pack, my arms always made me look like I was flexing, and my legs were also big. And if you don't look at the multitude of scars all over my body, I look even better. I rubbed my face which -if I do say myself- is beautiful. Except my huge scar over my right eye. I could still see fine with it though so no worry there.

I sat on my stone bed and waited for the daily scientist to take/drag me to the role call station.

A few seconds later, I heard a huge knock on my door followed by a sharp "GET UP TRASH!" I walked to the door and said with my eyes all big and amazed "Wow honey. You look great today! I feel so underdressed." The scientist pulled out his security whip and smacked me across the face. I didn't even react because I always have been hit by that in the same way and the same spot. After sixty-thousand times you kind of get used to it.

"Wow your pushy today." I said as I smiled and rubbed my face. He grabbed me by my shirt and we walked down the hall. Then he threw me through the huge metal doors at the end of the hall. I looked ahead and saw that he woke every project up in the Block. There are as many Blocks as there are letters. Z Being the lowest and A being the highest. I am in cell block D. The role call room was about twice the size of a football stadium. The walls were gritted stone with a few blood stains on them from past attempts of projects to try and leave, with cell doors as far as the eyes can see. The ceilings had a few fading strobe lights but no actual lights you'd find in a basic hallway. There were rows of guards moving up and down the walls with TAC Assault rifles, and their Indiana Jones style whips.

After everyone in the rows were situated, the guards did their routine role call. It wasn't something you guys have schools where I'm pretty sure the teacher calls out someone's name and you say "Present!" The guards walk up and down the rows counting each one of you examining every inch of you and if they think there is something suspicious or if they see something wrong with you they take it away by any means necessary.

I have had plenty of outbursts during this time.

One time this poor girl who I thought was pretty cute because she was only eight according to the records. Had some metal in her arm. I'm pretty sure she didn't though. When the guards got to her the metal detector they always carry around went off and the guard said "Well well what do we have here little one?" He said in a normal voice "Is there something in your arm?" The girl said nothing for she was frozen with fear, his facial expression went from normal to enraged "IS THERE SOMETHING IN YOUR ARM?" He screamed. The little girl shook her head franticly, her big eyes wide with fear. The guards were suspicious that it was a weapon of some kind so they tore her arm clean off.

Yes the guards were super strong.

She fell to her knees and cried in pain, he waved her dismembered arm in front of her and said mockingly "Well it was a pleasure serving you young one." When I saw that the metal detector was changed to go off for her, I broke from my spot and said "Hey Jackass!" The guard turned around and said "Oh you. Get back into place trash I have reason to talk with you." I shouted back "Well I have plenty to say!" The guard pulled out his ROB MK II Hand gun "Get back in line #9835. Now." I jumped back, I clenched my fists and then I said "Why'd you do that to her?" The guard fired a shot and it hit me. I was wounded and the bullet shocked me, I flew back into the wall, then face planted the ground. I was paralyzed, but the rage that I felt gave me the strength to get back up.

I clumsily go back to my feet and said "Heh, you gotta hit me harder than that." The guard fired two shots this time, I was hit back into the wall and I grunted in pain. I felt my body control disappear. I fell from the wall, to my knees then the ground. The guard laugh and picked me up by my hair, he called to a bigger guard to take me away, he grabbed me by the hair as well then, that guard left with me dangling over the ground, the one who shot me grabbed me by my face and seethed "Know your place, you tramp." I tried to throw a punch but he shot me in both arms. After this little outburst, I was dragged out of the room still by my hair.

I'm still pissed at that guard.

Today though I am glad to say that I did nothing like that. It was a normal role call. When they finished, we were all sent to our testing areas. There are more than a ten-thousand test areas because there were more the ten-thousand of us. I walked through the crowd of people that were clamoring about, until I met up with my best friend Jason. He was about the same age as I was. Fourteen. He was much darker than I was in terms of skin color, like Indian tan. His hair was as white as snow and went down to the middle of his back. His eyes were a very monotone red, with cat-like pupils.

There were about one of each kind of project for each cell block I was the war weapon for Cell Block D, Jason was the strength weapon for Cell Block D.

"Well at least you didn't embarrass yourself this time." Jason said.

I laughed and said "Shut up." He punched me in the arm, and said "Well I guess we'll talk after our examinations." I nodded and walked off.

I was going to be late for my test instructor, and she hated it when I was late. I sprinted down the hall and got to my room.

The room was about the same size as my cell room. There was a door leading to a different room like a gym you'd find in a school. There were two chairs in the room, one for me and my instructor.

Speaking of which.

"Your late." He said.

"Always am. Whatever time I can spend away from you is good enough." I said. He turned around then threw a knife at me I closed my eyes smiled and I caught it in midair. I opened my eyes and said "How many times have you done that? You never will hit me."

The instructor said "Just a warm-up for what is to come, trash."

"Is that the only nickname any of you come up with around here? Because it isn't hurtful."

He ignored me and said "Come. Lets go." I followed him through the door, we weaved our way through the maze of metallic walls and hallways, every step we took I heard echo through the entire maze. Neither of us talked the entire way.

When we finally got to the end of the halls, we came to a huge set of doors. I still don't know how they built that stuff so fast. The scientist tapped in a small code and the door slid open.

Inside was a room filled with a variety of things. For example, there was a weight machine that was universal and could be set to any weight through a series of complicated pressure plates and magnets.

There was a wall with a plethora of targets, all a different size and a different pattern of motion.

A very simple and innocent getup…but a complex and evil torture device.

The first test of the day was me getting my gun training in, I had to stand in front of the wall with targets. The beginning and easiest part of the test called for me to shoot the targets, I always get each one with my trusty E-109 Handgun.

But the second part I had to shoot completely different targets, with some kind of scenario. It was never an easy one either, no weather or scenery change, it had to do with me.

It ranged from the scientist throwing hot oil in my eyes to see the alloy metal in my eyes would allow me to ignore the pain, to him wounding me somewhere on my body so that in case I ever had to fight in somewhere like Iran or something I could still fire a gun. Or operate correctly.

These tests normally gave bad results and ended in the scientist beating me with his whip while its set on stun.

I bet your gym teacher puts you through much worse though.

After the first test and when my arm has a piece of rusty pipe through it, I get do the weights. For a few sets of workout, I got to do what I wanted at whatever weight I wanted.

Then the test started.

I did what the instructor asked for each workout for however long he wanted it. I did what he did first, then the scenario started. Normally I did legs first so the scientist slit my thigh and hamstring so that if I was wounded there, he needed to know if I could still do as much as I did with no damage.

It reduced my weight by three tons on the squat machine. Whip!

Then came the bench press, reduced my weight by a ton on that because he stuck some shrapnel through my arms and chest. Whip!

I ask him a question. Whip!

The test ends. Whip!

I think he was whipped after the tests today (Get it?!) so we went back through the maze and I went to the cafeteria, where everyone was.

The cafeteria was actually rather small compared to the other rooms in the place.

It was only three hundred yards across and fifty yards wide, with a bunch of tables and chairs strewn across the floor. This was my second favorite room in the industries because we got to talk freely and move around in this room. I looked around and saw Jason, he was sitting alone at a table…with a girl I had never seen before.

They were talking, Jason did a silly hand gesture that involved him faking hitting himself over the head then making a goofy face, and the girl giggled.

I walked up and asked "Who's this?"  

Jason looked up and said "Oh! Nero! This is Sera, she is here to visit the cell block."

Sera turned to me and I was awestruck. For she was the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my life, even prettier than the girls in the magazines that I steal from the scientist's rooms.

Her face was perfect, not a flaw with her moderately pale skin, she smiled with her lips still closed. She had similar eyes to Jason's with a cat-like pupil except her irises were a very steely and blank grey. She had the darkest hair I have ever seen in my life and it made her look even more beautiful. She was wearing a basic outfit, short jeans (Well actually they looked like she had torn off the part at the knee caps.) with a loose belt and she had a black shirt that covered her chest area and part of her back.

And she was in just as much shape as I was, with an eight pack and defined muscular arms and legs.

She patted the seat next to her and said "Have a seat…Nero right? Jason's told me all about you." I looked past her at Jason, he stuck his thumbs up and gave me a goofy smile. I smiled and said to her "What did he say?" She laughed.

Must have been something stupid or embarrassing.

"He said that you are the best friend any one person can have." She said happily.

"Are you serious?" I said to Jason. "Hey! She's yours now!" Jason shot back holding up his hands smiling.

So there we sat for a straight hour talking, I was amazed at how much we were alike, we both liked the same kind of foods, had the same interests and best of all, we had the same hatred toward the scientists.

When lunch ended, we both got up and watched everyone else go back to their cells. Sera said "It was fantastic meeting you Nero." I turned and said "You too. Wait I forgot to ask something." Sera said "Yes?"  

"What project type are you?" I asked

"War Machine of Cell block C." She said politely.

I was so surprised I actually blushed. So she was beautiful beyond human comprehension, she had everything in common with me, and she was the same project type as me.

My day just kept on getting better. I waved goodbye too Jason and Sera.

Jason held up his hand and walked away, Sera winked and blew a kiss to me.

I turned around and headed out of the cafeteria, walked through the hallways back into my cell. Where there was a guard waiting there.

A guard locked my door and said "Good night." I actually stopped at looked at him, normally the guard says "Go to sleep or I'll make you." I said without thinking "Thanks."

In my room, I found a note, it was slightly burned on the sides and top corner.

I turned it over and I saw handwriting, "Ashley Stone?" I asked myself out loud, I had no idea what the note was. I opened it and it looked like a journal entry, it read many things about me.

I saw that there was a number 9835 in there, I checked my wall, because that was my number.

I crumpled the note and threw it into the wall.

I just went back to bed I didn't want to think about the note or the director.

And yet I went through that night thinking about it. That note said that I was to be sold to the country who bids the most money on me. I've never learned math but I'm pretty sure that a trillion is a lot of money.

I woke up the next morning in worse condition than normally. My entire body felt dead. Lights were in my eyes. I knew I wasn't in my cell.

I tried to sit up but I was chained down. I looked over my chest and I felt my heart pound, I knew it pounded because I could see it.