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Evangelina Vertesca - Huntress (Narrator)
As the shadow moved and the man took form once again, Eva realized that he was not what he appeared to be and yet she could not place the feeling that darkness loomed ahead for them all and this male would be at the epicenter of disaster. She lifted her chin a little as he spoke, letting him finish his rant before slipping from the table and moving to stand before him, her voice soft and only for his tainted ears to hear.
"I do not placate myself with the fantasy that I might survive this journey, but if you believe yourself the only one having stood before the great void that is the dark and lived to tell about it, you Sir, are wrong. Arrogance is for the weak and yet the strong use it for defense. The question beckoning to be answered is which are you? Are you weak or are you hiding?" She looked about the darkened corner in which they stood and smiled, a bit of nefarious intent in her innocent appeal. "You fool me not and yet I desire to know why you're here more than how you will perform, but I suppose that is for another time and place, hmmm?"
The King
The King refocused his attention on other members of the entourage, his eyes touching again and again on a lovely young maiden who appeared to not jog his memory and yet there was something about her. He called his adviser to his side and pointed her out, asking whom she might be. His adviser shook his head and looked around to try and catch the eye of a guard to no avail.
"Sire, I will go and see if I can find out myself. She seems to be quite comfortable with the well-dressed fellow beside her." Zakariah tilted his head a little, trying to get a read on her. "She almost holds herself with regalia. Is she a princess or a warrior?"
The King grunted, "As I said... go find out who she is, boy."
Zakariah moved from the presence of his king and stood just before the lovely maiden, her chestnut hair wispy and appearing quite soft to the touch. A lovely ruby broach sat upon her head, the color bringing out the unusual shade of her flawless skin. He nodded to the male next to the woman and turned his gaze back to her, "Madam... the king has inquired of you. Would you care to join him at the front for a brief work and introduction?"
As the shadow moved and the man took form once again, Eva realized that he was not what he appeared to be and yet she could not place the feeling that darkness loomed ahead for them all and this male would be at the epicenter of disaster. She lifted her chin a little as he spoke, letting him finish his rant before slipping from the table and moving to stand before him, her voice soft and only for his tainted ears to hear.
"I do not placate myself with the fantasy that I might survive this journey, but if you believe yourself the only one having stood before the great void that is the dark and lived to tell about it, you Sir, are wrong. Arrogance is for the weak and yet the strong use it for defense. The question beckoning to be answered is which are you? Are you weak or are you hiding?" She looked about the darkened corner in which they stood and smiled, a bit of nefarious intent in her innocent appeal. "You fool me not and yet I desire to know why you're here more than how you will perform, but I suppose that is for another time and place, hmmm?"
The King
The King refocused his attention on other members of the entourage, his eyes touching again and again on a lovely young maiden who appeared to not jog his memory and yet there was something about her. He called his adviser to his side and pointed her out, asking whom she might be. His adviser shook his head and looked around to try and catch the eye of a guard to no avail.
"Sire, I will go and see if I can find out myself. She seems to be quite comfortable with the well-dressed fellow beside her." Zakariah tilted his head a little, trying to get a read on her. "She almost holds herself with regalia. Is she a princess or a warrior?"
The King grunted, "As I said... go find out who she is, boy."
Zakariah moved from the presence of his king and stood just before the lovely maiden, her chestnut hair wispy and appearing quite soft to the touch. A lovely ruby broach sat upon her head, the color bringing out the unusual shade of her flawless skin. He nodded to the male next to the woman and turned his gaze back to her, "Madam... the king has inquired of you. Would you care to join him at the front for a brief work and introduction?"
That's my daddy's birthday. What else is happening that day?
Alright - and we're off. Hope that was an okay place to start. Feel free to slow me down IC or whatever you like. (With your 80s hairdo)
They called it the the Lazarus Project and yet the derivative hope had nothing to do with the story found in John 11 where a teacher of the scripture supposedly raised a beloved friend from the dead. The man that lay before her was not someone she knew, nor really cared for and yet he was the first of his kind, a new beginning the government might call it.
Her passion lay in the understanding that might come from the moment that stood just before her, for it they were successful in creating a human from donor parts and bringing life to his scarred and stitched together bodice, they would in fact have determined the secret to creating an army of non-humans that might be further studied for military purposes. She hoped to be a part of something so great, but her cause wasn't noble, but the desire to be the first to pull of something so incredible - something unheard of.
The heaven's poured out tears from on high as the trees beat upon the small wooden shack that they'd been given to work in, the inside fortified with metal coating, but the outside giving the appearance of a place you'd rather not go into. The storm just beyond them promised to pour its torrential downpour into the belly of their lab once the roof was opened, but using the elements to wash away the sins committee from only moments ago didn't seem like such a bad thing.
Thunder shook the small room she and Matthew stood in, a few feet between them where the bed stretched out and the lifeless creation that stained the floor and their fingers in crimson lay. She looked up and him, using the back of her wrist to move a strand of chestnut hair from her face, her lovely skin smeared with blood that had cooled and darkened without effort. She smiled, her lip quivering just a bit as she caught his gaze, assurance was hers to put on display, not his. He'd done his job well and she would be sure he stood next to her as they won the Noble Prize for bringing peace to the land and creating a new breed of soldier that allowed human males and females to remain where they belonged - at home.
"Are you ready to see if it worked, Matt? All this time and effort and this might be our moment of truth." She smiled, her white teeth perfect on full display. "I do believe after several failures that we've gotten the serum down to the correct dosage and with the storm raging just about that we'll find success. Believe with me for a moment that this is it."
She reached out and grasped his hand, squeezing and letting her eyes fill with wonder after two years of working tirelessly on the project together. She released his hand and let her palm press against the large chest below her, the body nude and quite grotesque, but the face masculine and handsome in appeal. She let her eyes wonder across her creation, a bit of trepidation pulled at her at the slightest thought that perhaps God did exist and that he would not approve at all of what she stood at the precipice of doing. The thought dissipated quickly and she turned to reach for the syringe, a nod to her assistant to pull the levy to open the roof and get ready to lift the bed into the sky. She touched the subject make-shift bicep and sunk the needle deep into his throat before whispering, "now..."
Her passion lay in the understanding that might come from the moment that stood just before her, for it they were successful in creating a human from donor parts and bringing life to his scarred and stitched together bodice, they would in fact have determined the secret to creating an army of non-humans that might be further studied for military purposes. She hoped to be a part of something so great, but her cause wasn't noble, but the desire to be the first to pull of something so incredible - something unheard of.
The heaven's poured out tears from on high as the trees beat upon the small wooden shack that they'd been given to work in, the inside fortified with metal coating, but the outside giving the appearance of a place you'd rather not go into. The storm just beyond them promised to pour its torrential downpour into the belly of their lab once the roof was opened, but using the elements to wash away the sins committee from only moments ago didn't seem like such a bad thing.
Thunder shook the small room she and Matthew stood in, a few feet between them where the bed stretched out and the lifeless creation that stained the floor and their fingers in crimson lay. She looked up and him, using the back of her wrist to move a strand of chestnut hair from her face, her lovely skin smeared with blood that had cooled and darkened without effort. She smiled, her lip quivering just a bit as she caught his gaze, assurance was hers to put on display, not his. He'd done his job well and she would be sure he stood next to her as they won the Noble Prize for bringing peace to the land and creating a new breed of soldier that allowed human males and females to remain where they belonged - at home.
"Are you ready to see if it worked, Matt? All this time and effort and this might be our moment of truth." She smiled, her white teeth perfect on full display. "I do believe after several failures that we've gotten the serum down to the correct dosage and with the storm raging just about that we'll find success. Believe with me for a moment that this is it."
She reached out and grasped his hand, squeezing and letting her eyes fill with wonder after two years of working tirelessly on the project together. She released his hand and let her palm press against the large chest below her, the body nude and quite grotesque, but the face masculine and handsome in appeal. She let her eyes wonder across her creation, a bit of trepidation pulled at her at the slightest thought that perhaps God did exist and that he would not approve at all of what she stood at the precipice of doing. The thought dissipated quickly and she turned to reach for the syringe, a nod to her assistant to pull the levy to open the roof and get ready to lift the bed into the sky. She touched the subject make-shift bicep and sunk the needle deep into his throat before whispering, "now..."
Perfect. Thanks Dark. :)
I'm thinking bad genetics. I box from time to time and I just had the left one reconstructed in Sept... it's 100% and AWESOME! Now I guess is the right's turn...
Take you time. I assume she'll port soon and then they will meet. :)
I honestly don't know. Shitty shoulders? The first one tore when I started boxing, but it was already pretty jacked up just started hurting more. This one has been bothering me off and on my whole life, but the last 10 days... fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk.
MRI on Friday and then I'll set a date.
MRI on Friday and then I'll set a date.
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