Chap 3: Bios
Sabrina
Ah, how to describe her? Beauty unmatched and an inventive mind to boot. What could be better? Or should I say, who? None in all my known universe can even come close to her. Those electric blue eyes, shining brown hair, and the perfect figure. What could rival her? My Sabrina…. She could never belong fully to me. She was an explorer, and who could hold someone who follows the wind with one’s every breath? Fortunately, we both caught the wander-lust. That made things a bit easier. We-… the rest is for later.
Bryan
Myself... I can describe myself with utmost ease. Sabrina's Bryan. Or one who wields such awesome power but can't use it to save the ones I love. Sabrina.... I'm sorry. I can't even help myself. Wait... you probably want a physical description. Of course. If you must know, I'm five foot eight inches, black hair that just covers my eyes, have a cut body, and am slightly dark skinned. But not much. My eyes are a creamy brown. Sabrina would always say mud brown... but with the utmost affection, respect even. Sometimes even a hint of jealousy. She had once admitted that she did not like her eye, they were so unusual. How I miss her. My powers, you say? You'll learn that later.
Jace
Jace, or as some may know, The Dark One. My arch enemy. I have enmity aplenty for him. That dark... creature, for lack of a worse term. Black skin, hair, clothes, even his nails grow naturally black. God damn him! I'm so glad I unplugged that damned machine. He killed Sabrina.
Bryan, Early Childhood
As a child, I was unwanted. My damn parents gave me to that damned research lab. They put me in their damn machine, that virtual reality program. it raised me; I was on life support in it. They hooked up a myriad of wires to me. Feeding tubes, IV's, whatever you can think of, they hooked it up to me. They wanted to monitor me, make sure their pride and joy machine didn't kill me, make sure I didn't overload it. How kind. I grew up on that thing. I never got to enjoy things most kids did. Ice cream for one. Cake, candy, sweets, anything sugary. And video games. I wouldn't despise those damn things if one hadn't raised me. The only thing that lessens my hatred toward them is that the simulator is not what they use to "play". They use some low-tech controllers, and they don't have sensory pads, either. Few to none are virtual life programs, and the ones that are aren't nearly as realistic as the program I know. But I will always hate those things the most, being that I grew up on one. But enough of what I hate, back to my life, if can even call it one.
Please comment!
jeran11 Community Member 
|
|
