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07-05-2009
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sorry it took so long to get Chapter 3 out. AP tests are a b****. Keep the comments comming
 (alert me to any grammer/spelling problems please)Chapter 3: Remember Me Dark Clouds whipped across the black sky as though Satan himself had risen from the underworld and lassoed them around his head. Lightning flashed, illuminating briefly, the red skin of the devil with a searing white light. Wind howled like the great daemons, whose like could only found in fairy tails. A dark pillar descended from the sky, reaching it's greedy hand towards the untainted ground that it longed to destroy. He reached across the crib and put his arm around the boy lying next to him. Jolted, he snapped to awareness; the presence he expected did not take his weight and his arm flopped down to the crinkly mattress. The void beside him was ominous, unwelcome. It's presence chilled Logan and, unaware, he shrunk back. “Alex?” he called out, scanning the room for a glimpse of Alex's jet black hair. “He's awake, guys.” Trey called, laying the laptop he'd been using, on the floor and standing up. He strode towards Logan, followed by Ron and James. “What's going on guys? Where's Alex.” Logan asked shakily. “You don't remember?” James asked, a grim look on his face. Remember? What was he supposed to remember? Logan's dumbfounded look was cue enough for James to groan. “Traumatic amnesia.” James said, shaking his head. “It's lucky that he remembers who he is – you do know your name right?” Of course he knew his name it was...it was – god dammit what was his name? “L…Logan?” He stammered, question the name he gave. “Damn it! Only in irrationality!” AS James ranted, Ron and Trey lowered the sides of the crib and reached out their hands to help Logan. But Logan shrunk back even furtherer, his back now pressed against the cool wooden bars. Ron and Trey glanced at each other, worry etched into their faces, before reaching in further. Logan let out a blood curdling scream and struggled to bush his way back even more. “Hold it guys!” James shouted as he brushed Ron and Trey aside. “Logan, look at me!” James commanded above Logan’s screams. “Logan, do you know who I am? Who am I Logan!” The last think Logan saw as darkness engulfed him, was James’ hand reaching in for him. ___________________ “He's gone entirely?” “now. James told me that he knew who he was when he woke up. Only, he didn't remember what happened to Alex.” As he mentioned the boys name he felt a shiver travel up his spine; as the professor of the medical team it'd been his job to clean up the accident. The dean strode across Montgomery's office to gaze out the window that opened up to the medical lab where Logan lay, stretched out on an examining table, looking up into a screen that was displaying random images from the boy's life. “Why?” “Hmm?” Montgomery asked, looking up from a file he'd been reading at his desk. The desk was made out of the finest mahogany wood. A rarity inside the complex; outside materials were usually forbidden within the confines of the buildings, as to not arouse suspicion in the minds of the boys that were kept within its walls. Those wonderful boys, whose magical and intuitive abilities the world relied on without realizing. Those boys who'd grown up without the knowledge of murder, war, or even what it was to 'grow up'. “Why now?” The Dean asked again, making his question clearer. “The brain.” The Dean looked around quizzically after receiving no more explanation.”The brain?” “The brain is the only organ thats mystery remains. Unfathomable, incalculable, a question to even the most modern of science.” Montgomery stood from his chair and joined the Dean at the window. “we're hoping that the images will bring his memory back. A key if you will.” “If it doesn't work, it will be the first brain trauma of the program.” “Ah, the program.” Montgomery said. “And which program would that be? The one on the social effects of isolation, or our own?” Together they walked to Montgomery's desk and sat down on one of the lavish chairs that stood by it. “Both.” The Dean said Solemnly. “Many times I forget that there was a second program.” “You mean first program.” Montgomery corrected, smiling as he did. “...That there was a first program. It is as though it is of no importance. Not worth the tiniest recognition.” “Without the original program, ours would not have been. The true power of the mind, unknown.” “What a shame that would have been.” The Dean smiled and stood from the chair, excusing himself, he walked out of the office, closing the door behind him as he did. ___________________ Who am I? Where am I? What's going on? Above him, images blinked by; confusing, meaning less pictures. Some of a boy with light blond hair, and others of a boy with dark black hair; sometimes they were together. Now and then a teddybear appeared on the screen, always the same on; it had light brown hair and its sewing was frayed on the edges. The cold metal table under his back mad him shiver, its icy touch clawing down his spine, cutting him to the very core. More pictures flashed by. This time a lab of sorts. There were monitors on the wall and the two boys were standing against the far wall, smiling. The same two boys that'd he'd seen in earlier pictures. “Logan.” A boy said, walking into the room and striding to where Logan lay. Bewildered, Logan looked around the room for someone to whom this boy might be addressing. He found no one. He felt a stirring as a single question fought his way to consciousness. 'who am I?' “Am...am I Logan?” He asked of the boy, uncertain. “Yes Logan, that's your name.” The boy said, pulling up a small swiveling chair. “I'm Trey. DO you remember me? Trey, Logan, think!” “Re- Remember?” Logan said. 'Who was this boy? Did Logan - I mean, did I know him?' “Were you...were you my friend?” Trey smiled and clapped his hands. “Yes! Yes, Logan, I was your friend!” Logan felt a warmth grow around his abdomen. Startled, he raised his head. “Why am I wearing a diaper?” He asked calmly, given his agitated state. “Because you're not a professor.” Trey replied nonchalant, as though it was the most obvious answer in the world. “Professor?” “Have you remembered anything?” Trey asked, choosing to ignore Logan's question. Frustration rose in Logan, he could hear a rush in his ears. “What am I supposed to remember!” He said loudly, looking back up at the screen above his head. “you, the doctors, they all keep asking me if I've remembered anything. But how am I supposed to remember if I don't know what I've forgotten?!” Trey looked taken aback, but quickly regained his composure. His friend needed him. “You, Logan. You're supposed to remember you!” Trey said this with firmness that betrayed his true feelings. Underneath the facade that he portrayed, his eyes swam with tears and his heart tore in two. 'Where is he? Where is Logan?' Logan refused to acknowledge Trey's presence further. He ignored the pestering of his so called 'friend' and stared in to the screen, not caring to comprehend the swatches of pixels that constituted the images. As Trey stood to leave his mask faltered. A single tear rolled down his cheek, its path marked by a damp trail. It reached the edge of his chin and fell off, splashing down to the floor. _____________________ “Computer.” The dean prompted. After receiving the computers acknowledgement, he continued. “Display records number 1 and records number 592.” A second lapsed while the computer searched through it's database and found the corresponding articles. Records Number 1: Purpose The purpose of this experiment is to study the sociological changes that appear within boys that have been raised in utter isolation; free from outside influence. The boys in this experiment are not to know of the world outside the walls that they live in, not to know what it means to grow up (in the sense of clothing, bathroom habits, activities, etc) as to not implement a need to 'fit in'. The boys in this experiment will adhere to stricter guidelines regarding educational principles. Any deviation from this will warrant in immediate removal from the project and a discontinuation of the project itself. -US Committee of Science, 1993 Update: Aug. 17, 2001 This project will be discontinued after a finding of it to be ethically wrong and a public disgrace for the country. The participants shall be taught of the world outside and educated in proper social techniques. -US Committee of Science The Dean chuckled to himself. Discontinued, what a joke. They actually thought that they still had control over the program, then. But, of course, now they did not even know of the facility. Such irony. Records Number 592 Dear professors and other staff members. After receiving an order to shut down the project, I have taken onto my self to ignore the order and, for the good of the United States (and humanity). Anybody wishing to join me is welcome to stay and continue their teaching (receiving pay as before) If you do not wish to join me, you may leave. But, as a consequence, your memory of the program will be erased and a substitute memory written for the lost years of your life. If you wish to take this alternate course, please come to the infirmary at 12:00 pm next Friday. Also, in accordance to the previous objective of this program being voided, I have implemented a new objective. To use these boy's extraordinary talents to better improve the live of the common people. The previous restrictions placed on the outside world shall remain. -The Dean enacted Aug. 18 2001 Ah yes. His new objective. So far everything had gone as planned. None of the professors had wanted to leave and, as it turned out, he'd only to wipe the memories of the entire U.S population. No small task. But it was easily accomplished by using a combination of subliminal messaging in commercials and popular radio stations. Of course, it had not gone without a few hitches. Here and there a poor soul had forgotten everything about his life. But, his mission was for the greater good, therefor he did not feel any remorse. _____________ He'd slipped of into a light doze. He dreamt of nothing, for he had nothing to dream about. Suddenly he was awakened by the same boy that had spoken to him earlier that morning...night; he didn't know what time it was. “Hey, Logan.” The boy said donning a false smile. Logan contemplated ignoring this irksome boy, but decided against it. Better to make this kid leave him alone than have him coming back whenever he fancied. “What do you want this time.” Logan asked coldly. The boy, Trey, reached into a pocket on the side of the overalls he was now wearing, and pulled out a hand held computer. He pressed power and then fiddled with the navigation buttons. “I just wanted to update you on the engine.” Trey said as he handed over the computer. Logan snatched it from Treys hand. He didn't know what engine the boy was talking about, and he could honestly care less. But if it made the boy go away... Logan scanned through the text; it was all utterly meaningless to him. But, he stopped suddenly. His mind froze. Then, in a second of pure agony, he covered his eyes with his hands and grimaced. Pictures, voices, snippets of conversations reeled through his mind. Complete mayhem, complete ruckus, complete chaos. He was overwhelmed, the pain of it was almost to much to bear. He began to twitch and spasm on the table. The computer fell from his hand. Before it shattered on the ground, the picture of the engine was prominently displayed on its plasma screen. “What's going on!” The Dean shouted, racing into Montgomery's office. “He's remembering.” __________ Preview! Satan gathered power. Brilliant flashes of lightning now came at a regular interval. Rain soon turned to hail and bombarded the streets below. The thunderous roar of the frozen balistics was his manaical laugh and it rang clearly for miles. |
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07-05-2009
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Realized that i didnt give an estimate as to when chapter four will be comming.
I've got some ap exams as well as final's comming up so i probably wont have time to write, often. But! Dont dispare. Depending on how late i can keep myself awake this weekend, chapter four might get written! So stick with me people. I might be slow, but i will finish this story. -Tyler |
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but it had to be done for PLOT MOVEMENT! *que dramatic music* Dumdumduuuuuuum.
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