myOtaku.com
• Join Today!

My Pages
• Home
• Portfolio
• Guestbook
• Quiz Results

Contact Me

Website
• Click Here

Vitals

Gender
• Female
Location
• ummmm......I don't know....where am I?
Member Since
• 2006-03-25
Occupation
• annoying people
Real Name
• moonshine7.........stop laughing at me! I bet you've got a funny name 2!

Personal

Achievements
• finishing my first book
Anime Fan Since
• several months ago
Favorite Anime
• InuYasha, Fruits Basket, Trigun, Hamtaro, Princess Mononoke, and all other Miyazaki movies
Goals
• finish my book series
Hobbies
• writing, reading, sleeping, singing
Talents
• singing and maybe writing




Jump to User:

myOtaku.com: shadowslayer7


Friday, June 30, 2006

A Weapon of Mass Destruction : Part 2
August 31, 2236
So much killing. So many blood stains on my hands. Not the blood of the mice I killed, but my own. Everything is so overwhelming and complicated. Bright Eyes trys to explain things to me, but I rarely understand. I feel so cold and empty. No one cares about what I feel, though. When I asked Bright Eyes for a description of my miserable exisitance, he described it with one word: Hell. I don't know what hell is, but the way he said it made me shiver. In my mind, I've started calling this place, the entire scientific compound, hell. Yesterday, I tried to kill myself.
When the mice die, I can feel their lives escaping, fleeing their immoblie bodies. So, I decided that I would attempt this form of escape. I held my breath for a long time, but I eventually realized that I was actually still breathing through my nose. The scientists were extremely disinterested in what I was doing, that is, until I grabbed the shock collar and tried to hang it from a small ledge in the rock wall of my cell. The scientists, including Fat One, rushed inside and begin prying my hands away from the collar. I fought back desperately until I felt the shock from the collar. The pain didn't stop like it normally did. The shock spread through every limb of my body. I screamed and noticed Fat One pushing the wicked button, over and over again. I lashed out in anger with my mind...and I killed him.
I didn't mean to, but I wanted the pain to stop and he was causing it. The others fled, carrying Fat One's dead body with them. I have heard that there are plans for exterminating me. I didn't care. I wanted to die. But now something has occurred. A note was slipped underneath my door with two words written on it: ESCAPE, FREEDOM. Someone is trying to help me escape from hell. I'll wait to die.

Comments (2)

« Home