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X: Jackal's Beginning Part 2
The soldier in charge turned to him, taking out his gun, "thank you for complying." he said.
Then he shot.
2 1/2 years later...
Delta City is an arid place surrounding a large lake that streams in through a river from the western coast. The city is easily 200 miles inland, the world out past the city is a desolate wastland of a desert, all the way to Rockland Gulch. Rockland is a cliffed area Northeast of the desert Delta City is in. There's a bar 30 mies out of the city limits, a pit-stop, "The Last Meal".... and for many travelers, it was.
A woman sat at the bar, listening to an older man. "...It's a hellhole, people don't even fly over there, they'd rather take there chances flying over the ocean instead." She had red hair, long and strait. He had gray hair, thinning. "What's so dangerous?...Isn't it just a bunch of cliffs?" asked the woman. "Well yeah, but a lot of legends are told about the things in there. Sure, there's a lot of jagged rocks but bandits live in there,
X: Jackal's Beginning
A man, sat....shaken, and alone. He was an engineer to a biomedical research facility owned and operated by G-corp, until the accident. Men from the military were sent to interview him on what happened. "what did he look like?" asked one of the men, not surveying the area.
"H-he...had medium length hair...grey, Grey I think....Oh, and he had an eyepatch on his left eye..."
"..and he looked young, maybe 28 to 35"
"What was the man doing there?" asked the soldier, taking notes.
"I, I don't know. I had never seen him before."
"Can you tell us how it all started?"
"O-okay...I was just another maintenance worker, checking to see if the systems worked daily..."
The real incident was largely unknown, since the man had no clerance for the classified "districts" of the building. It started 4 months before, in a small district of Delta City.
A man, who's name is unknown and was wiped of the records, lived in a small house on a well rounded community, he was a
X: a subway story
The subway tunnels were silent, until disturbed. The rumbling only lasted a moment and then it was over. The train made only a soft continuous clicking as the passengers became accustom to the rumbling under them. The men and women sit in grimey seats that are as clean as they'll get. The people all looked alike, except one.
He sat at the back of the car, the last car on the subway train. No one noticed him or payed him any attention, as he'd prefered. His hair was black, medium and eyes were blue, cold, unyielding. He wore a trench coat and denim jeans with black boots. The last light in the car was burned out, he sat under it. The man watched them, the people, wearing their business suits and their expensive shoes, not knowing how the train they're in even functioned. He felt a strange sense of pity mixed with sympathy, knowing that it was not their place to know how the train worked, or even what it was made of. They all sat patiently and wa
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
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