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Chapter One continued Happy Birthday.
Recap: Victor 's mother was thrown in a room, the door locked behind her.
"Please Feras! Don't DO this! Victor!!" She cried, her fists hitting against the door praying that it would give way.
Victor backed up slowly. "D-dad? What's going on?" Victor 's father merely looked at him as two men whom Victor recognized as his father's colleagues entered from the front yard.
"This him?" The taller one asked, His oily black hair sticking to his face as he looked up at Victor with a perverted smirk.
"Yes, judging by his abilities now, he has a 90% chance of surviving the procedure." Victor 's father replied with no tone in his voice.
The shorter companion, shrugged and made his way up the stairs. "Come on then, kid."
Victor had no where he could run. He was stuck on the second floor with the only way out blocked by the three men. He turned and ran towards his room but the shorter man caught up and picked him up by the waist.
"Let me go!" He kicked at his captor.
"Hey hey, quit your figiting will you?" the man grumbled taking Victor back down the stairs. The black haired man smirked as he opened the door.
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"I remember calling to my....Dad with every step taken out of the house. I'll never forget the look of pure disgust on his face and my Mother's screams from behind the locked door...." Jacob said, as he took a small sip of his water. He was at The Devil's Nest. Yumi had asked about how he ended up in that cursed laboratory.
(Jacob's POV)
I didn't know where they had taken me at first. All I knew was that I had been taken away from my family and friends and taken to a place filled with nothing but people in white coats and about 20 other children, most of which were older then me. I never really got to see them except during lessons.
Lessons, the only time I was allowed out of my room. We were taught many things, mostly politics and Alchemy, strange mix right? The only thing I ever looked forward to were the fighting lessons. It was the only time I was allowed outside. I was taught how to affectivly kill. I learned to hunt down opponents and strike without batting an eye. I could take a person's life without remorse or emotion.
There was only one person who could fight better than I.
King Bradly.
The next ten years were pretty much the same thing. Escorted by Dr. Sigan and Dr. Moley -the two who had taken me from my home- everywhere. Waking up, small meal, lessons, Fighting, a quick shower and sleep. It was the same thing over and over again.
The only thing that kept me somewhat sane was the earring my Mother gave me. Whenever I had spare time and I wasn't being watched by the so called Doctors, I'd stare at her permanently smiling face for hours on end, trying to remember everything about her. Her voice, her smell, even her personality had been completely wiped from my memory. All I had left was her smile.
I had just turned Eighteen when Sigan and Moley came to me during the middle of fighting lessons. I cloud smell the mass amounts of blood as they took me down a hallway.
As I walked into the small room that reeked of fresh blood, my anger and hatred were completely unleashed.
It took four men to restrain me as I lunged towards the one person I had never wanted to see again. My Father. It had been so long since I had last talked that my voice was gruff and dry as I yelled "What the hell are you doing here?! LET ME GO! I'LL KILL HIM!"
My anger towards my father had completely took over me. Heh, I even managed to knock out a few of the doctors trying to hold me down.
Eventually, after plenty of yelling and beat up doctors, they managed to tie me down to the medical bed that was placed in the middle of the room.
Dr. Sigan, the disgusting black haired man breathed heavly as he wiped at his bleeding cuts on his face. I smirked at that. "Maybe the blood will finally convince you to take a shower, Doctor."
Sigan glared at me. Turning to a small table he said "Let's just get this over with shall we? Dr. Monteque, would you like the honors? He handed a small needle filled with a strange red liquid to my Father.
The Philosopher's Stone.
~End of chapter One~
Oh noes! a cliffie. bwahahahahaha. comment please? D:
 Fizzyology · Sun Feb 24, 2008 @ 05:51am · 3 Comments |
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