[RPWS] Stories: The Origin of Angel

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The Origin of Angel
Written by FailWhale

So, people in the clan have been asking me about what happened to me, why I left my home, how I became a Subject, stuff like that. So, I decided that I’m going to write all of this stuff down. Now, let me start.
I remember the day I got back from vacation. The day that changed everything.
The day that my life ended.
I woke up that day on the boat. My family and I, that is, my mom, dad, and my two sisters, were on vacation. Christmas vacation, to be exact. Actually, let me tell you a little about my family. Don’t worry, it’s important. My mom. She’s a kind person. Strong sense of family and such. Same with my dad. That’s where I get it from. I would sacrifice myself for any of my friends.
Then come my sisters. The first is Jenna. She’s a strong person. She’s a really good sister. She’s somewhat athletic, and she loves to write stories. Then, there’s Dalia. She wanted to be a scientist when she grew up, and she had the smarts to do it, too. She is easily one of the smartest people I’ve ever met. I remember, she found out the way to bring things back to life. She brought our dog back for a couple of days after he got hit by a truck. It wasn’t perfect, though. She didn’t know how to bring humans back to life. She was researching it when we went on vacation.
I don’t exactly remember where we went. I do know that we were coming back, though. That’s when I saw the smoke. I called my mom and dad over to ask what it was about.
“Mom, Dad, is that smoke?” I asked them, leading them to the side of the boat.
“It is…” said my dad, shielding his eyes from the sun, looking at the land.
“We need to get over there, quick,” said my mom. She always wanted to help people. She looked at my Jenna. She nodded, and ran to the wheel. We decided that the best way to get there quickly was to go the closest way. We headed towards the dock. Once we got there, we rented a car. We didn’t have time to go pick our car up. We rode to the city, and I wondered with my two sisters what had happened.
It was the last time I was able to talk with my whole family.
We entered our hometown, and I have to admit, I nearly passed out. The buildings were demolished. Many of them were on fire. They were being raided left and right. My dad opened his suitcase, and I saw a ton of guns in there. I didn’t even know that my parents kept guns. My mom took out a Desert Eagle. Jenna took an AK-47. Dalia took a magnum. I looked in the suitcase, and there was only a knife left. My dad saw, and he took out another case. It was really long, and it was kind of thin, too. He opened it, and there was a hunting rifle in it.
“Here, Angel, take this,” he said, giving me the rifle.
“Are you sure?” I asked. I didn’t want to take a gun that he was good at using.
“Yeah. This rifle is special. Here, let me see it.” He took the rifle out of my hands, and he quickly fired it behind us. There was a guy sneaking up on us who dropped dead. My dad pumped the rifle, and it reloaded.
“I modified this rifle myself. It’s like a shotgun. If you pump it, it reloads. Take good care of it, it took a long time for me to modify it,” he said. I nodded. He took the knife and left me with a gun I could barely carry. I felt kind of guilty, until some guy tried to attack us and my dad took him out in about 3 seconds with the knife. While he was standing 30 feet away. I swear, the only one that I’ve seen with more skill is Shanny. And that’s a really close call, too. Then, my dad took a shotgun out of one of the suitcases. We started to go to the city.
We went through the city, and there were civilians that I recognized being killed left and right. It was horrifying, but my dad wanted me to be strong, so I was. I saw Jared being dragged at one point, being forced by a man to watch all of the people die. I wanted to help him, but my dad pointed out a large group of people following the man out of Jared’s sight. They were there in case anything went bad. I was more of a dead weight. I mean, a six year old with a gun? How effective can that be?
Anyway, I remember, my mom walked into a house that one of her friends lived in to see if they were still alive. When she opened the door, a man stepped outside, and he pointed a gun at her head.
“None of you move, or I’ll shoot her,” he said, calmly. I tried to run over to her, but a group of men came out of nowhere and held us all back.
“Good. I’m looking for Dalia.”
“What do you want with her?!” I demanded. I got a pistol whip to the face for asking that.
“Well, we have heard that she is doing research based on reanimation. And, we require her expertise,” he said. Dalia called attention to herself.
“I’m Dalia,” she said calmly.
“What are you doing?! Why are you go-” I was silenced by a smack to the face.
“Think about it. If I’m this important to them, I can negotiate to free all of you,” she said. I was six, so I didn’t understand some of what she said, but I guessed what she was saying.
“Okay…” I said. She walked over to the other men, and she said, “I’ll go. Just don’t hurt my family.”
“Alright, we won’t hurt them,” he said. He pointed his gun at Jenna, and he shot her in the chest. She screamed in pain, and she fell to the ground, barely breathing.
“Killing them is ending their pain, really. It isn’t hurting them, it’s helping them,” he said. If you thought like a madman, it made sense. Unfortunately.
My mom pulled out her Desert Eagle. She was hiding it this whole time. She shot the man in the leg, and killed the others that were holding us down.
“Go! Now! Run!” she said, as the man who was holding her at gunpoint pointed his gun back at her. My dad ran over and picked up Jenna, and I got to my feet. We both turned around while we ran. My mom was smiling, her face full of tears.
“I love you all. Very much,” she said. Then, I turned around and heard a gunshot. I felt like I was dying. She was gone. Tears were streaming down my face. My dad and I ran, and we hid in an alleyway. He put Jenna down on the ground. If she was barely breathing before, there was no way to describe how little breath she was taking now.
“D-dad…Angel…T-tell D-dalia…that I love her…I love you guys too…” she said.
“Jenna, don’t go!” I yelled. “We love you…”
“I know…I’ll…p-pass that love…t-to Mom…when I see…her…” Her eyes closed, and she stopped breathing. First my mom, now Jenna. This was just too much for a six year old to handle, but my dad kept me strong.
Then his arm blew off.
He yelled in pain as his arm came flying off. We turned around, and there were three men chasing us, one of them holding an unconscious Dalia. We both turned to run, the men firing at us. Then, my dad got shot in the leg. He yelled in pain again, and fell to the floor.
“Come on, Dad! We can make it, please, get up!” I yelled to him, trying to pick him up off of the ground.
“No…I don’t think so, son…” said my dad. My eyes started watering again.
“Dad, don’t say that, please!” I cried.
“My arm is gone and my leg is shot. Even if I could run, I’ve already lost too much blood. The most I can do is stand,” he said. “Here, take this,” he said, handing me the hunting shotgun he was holding this entire time. “A gift…from me…take it…use it well…” He got to his feet.
“Now, run.” I stood still, and he yelled, “Go, now! RUN!” I ran. I ran, and I ran, and I ran. I looked back, and I saw my dad standing with his arms outstretched, protecting me as best as he could. He was riddled with bullets, and he fell to the ground, the blood pooling. Only Dalia and I were left. I kept running, and I tripped. I fell to the ground, and I could feel my shin break. I slammed it against a rock when I fell. I couldn’t get up. The physical pain, and the emotional pain was too great. I started blacking out, but not until I heard, “Don’t hurt him.” I heard the click of a gun. “Or I’ll take my life,” said the voice of Dalia. I remember getting picked up, and then darkness.
-=-=-=-=-
I woke up in a jar of liquid. I couldn’t breathe! I slammed and slammed against the jar, drowning, and then, the fluid started draining. As soon as I could, I took a huge breath. I looked around the room, I saw someone in a lab coat, pressing the button that drained the fluid. She pressed another button, and the tank opened. She looked really familiar. I guess that I couldn’t remember her because my brain was so scrambled up from nearly drowning. I fell out onto the floor, and I slowly got to my feet. I looked up, and the person in the lab coat was walking over to me. Then, I suddenly, I recognized her. It was Dalia! Except, she looked older. A little different. That’s why I couldn’t recognize her.
“Angel!” she said, worriedly. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah…yeah…I’m fine,” I said. I didn’t recognize the voice that was coming out of my mouth. “Hey, what’s going on?! Why do I sound different?! Why are you older?!” I demanded. Dalia held up a mirror, and I gasped. I wasn’t six anymore. I didn’t even look like I belonged in elementary school anymore. I looked like I should’ve been in middle school, or something.
“It’s been 8 years, Angel. You’ve been in stasis for 8 years.” Then, I passed out.
When I woke up again, courtesy of Dalia slapping my face repeatedly, she explained everything to me. The people who took her were part of a group who wanted to rule the world. Really cliché, but it was true. They found out about her research, and they realized that, if Dalia was able to perfect her research, they would be able to make an army of undead soldiers. The more I think about it, the more cliché it sounds. The sad part? It seemed like it could actually work.
After she explained everything to me, I lay on the ground for a couple of minutes with my eyes closed, processing everything that she just said to me. I got another few slaps to the face afterwards because Dalia thought that I was passed out again.
“I’m not knocked out! I just needed some time to think, that’s all.”
You know, it’s really disorienting to hear a voice that is at least 3 octaves deeper than the last time you heard it.
“So, I’m 14 now…That’s pretty unbelievable, but the proof is right here,” I said, holding up the mirror.
“And, what happened with your research?” I asked. Dalia’s face fell.
“It progressed while you were asleep.” She didn’t elaborate. She didn’t need to. I asked anyway.
“How much did it progress?” I asked carefully.
“Enough for it to be really dangerous.”
“That’s fan-loving-tastic, if you don’t mind my swearing,” I said. I didn’t even know how I knew what that word meant, it just popped into my head.
“I don’t mind, by all means, say whatever the forget you want,” she said with a small smile that I returned.
“Oh, quick question. There’s all this stuff in my head, that wasn’t…there before…” I said. I didn’t really know how to explain it then. My new vocabulary hadn’t quite kicked in yet.
“Oh. Well, if you notice, there is an electrode on the back of your head. We’ve, or, I’VE been feeding information to you the whole time you were in stasis. You learn a lot better when you’re asleep,” she added jokingly.
“So, what kind of information?” I asked.
“Oh, you know, math, grammar, vocabulary, secret plans, stuff like that.”
“How secret?”
“Very.” I facepalmed. Dalia suddenly turned her head.
“Get down!” she yelled, throwing me on the ground.
“Don’t open your eyes,” she warned. I heard a voice speaking.
“What happened with the subject?”
“He’s not a subject yet, don’t call him that!” I heard my sister protesting.
“Well, if he’s woken up, you know that he is going to be immediately put through testing.”
“I know…” she said.
“Has he woken up?” Dalia didn’t respond. I felt arms picking me up.
“We’re taking him now. I’m sorry about this, Doctor, but you know the rule.” I felt a hand brush my face, and a whisper in my ear.
“I’m sorry…”
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Part 2 bellow

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The testing.
The testing.
Oh god, the testing.
Basically, they tested everything that could possibly be of use. Turns out, the small group has turned into a giant military power. So, when I say of use, I mean of military use. And that’s not very good.
They finally found my special talent. I was fascinated with diagrams. I made some friends with some of the soldiers, and they would always show me full diagrams of some weapons they were designing. Unfortunately, the testers realized what it was. I was really good at memorizing the specs.
And they decided that was of use.
And that ended part one of testing. The only good part.
And then began part two. The painful part.
They took me to Sector 27. Apparently, there were only two exits from the compound: Sector 0 and Sector 99.
Not that I would get a chance to escape at that point.
Let me describe what they were going to do.
Most of you know me as a shotgun expert. Some of you don’t know me as a Weapon Forger. It’s the name I gave myself when I realized what happened. Just like Jared’s Vital Switch, it is a military power. Basically, I see the specs of a weapon or the weapon itself once, and I can forge a perfect, working copy of the weapon. Very good military use.
They had that plan. And they were going to make sure it worked. They basically put a metal bowl over my head. It was like a colander with two giant electrodes. I didn’t know that there was a reason for the holes in it. One of my friends was next to a giant lever. He looked sad.
“I’m sorry,” he said. He pulled down the lever, and I realized the reason for the holes.
A needle entered every single hole on that helmet thing. And it went through my skull, into my brain.
You don’t know pain until hundreds of needles pierce your skull at the same time. Thank god that the brain can’t feel pain, but then I realized the reason for the electrodes too.
Remember what I said about the pain? Imagine that multiplied by three. It’s bad enough that an electric current was passing through me painfully, the needles into my brain were made of metal.
And we all know that metal conducts electricity.
So, since metal conducts electricity, let’s multiply that by two now. So, six times the amount of pain that you would normally have from getting electrocuted. And, input hundreds of sources of that pain. It makes sense that I couldn’t do anything about it.
I remember flashing lights in front of my eyes, I was able to move my head to see that I was connected to a computer, and then I blacked out.
When I woke up, I was in stasis again. I remember the first thought that came to my mind.
“Son of a bitch!” I said. The liquid started draining again. I dropped out of the tank, but I was ready for the ground this time. I looked at the reflection, and I realized that I was older yet again. Maybe two years older.
I looked at who released me again.
“Dalia!” I yelled as I hugged my sister. She pushed me away onto the ground.
“Get your filthy hands off of me, Subject 27,” she said coldly. I sat there, staring at her.
“Wh-what?” I asked in shock.
“Don’t talk to me. I have too much work to do, and I don’t need the words of a grubby little test subject bothering me.” She started flipping switches on the control panel she was standing next to. I felt like crying. The only person I had left, because I had no idea if my friends from the complex were still alive, the only person had basically abandoned me.
“Hey, Doctor,” said, with the most contempt I could put in my voice. She sighed.
“What do you want?” she asked exasperatedly.
“I just wanted to pass on a message,” I said. “Jenna says she loves you.” Dalia’s eyes widened, and she fell to her knees, clutching her head and screaming in pain.
“Dalia!” I ran over to her.
“N-No! Stay b-back!” she yelled. She pushed me away, and then she stopped moving. She got to her feet shakily, and looked up at me. Her face looked different. Kinder.
“Angel!” she yelled as she ran over and hugged me.
Words cannot describe how confused I was.
“Oh, I know you’re confused, so I’m going to explain everything to you. You’re not the only one that has gone through testing.”
“What do you mean?” I was slightly out of it, having just woken up from two years of stasis.
“They thought that I was being too kind for this kind of research. So, they artificially split my personality. There’s me, and there is another me in my head. The other me is goal oriented, and will stop at nothing to complete the zombie virus.”
“Wait, zombies? You’re kidding right?” I asked. I really hoped she was kidding.
“Sadly, no.” My hope fell off a fifty foot cliff.
“Great. That’s just great,” I said.
“The ultimate goal of this group is to control the world with zombie takeovers, and they will immunize themselves with the cure. And they’re using my research to do it.”
“That’s even better.”
“See, my other side is brilliantly smart, not held back by emotions, but is very weak. I can easily overpower her, but lately, she’s been getting stronger. I can hold her back, but now, it’s harder to take control back from her when she overpowers me. I hope nothing bad happens.”
“Wait, you said something about splitting your mind?”
“Oh, yeah. They basically split up my mind artificially to see how much more results I could get if I was more goal oriented.”
“So, you have a split personality?”
“Yes. I can control it, but I need to catch her off guard to replace her when she’s in power. It’s actually a bit difficult, but I’ve got the hang of it now. However, that’s only if it’s artificial. I have no idea what would happen to a naturally split mind, and how one would gain control over their other side.”
“How would a mind naturally split?”
“Trauma,” she replied. She didn’t elaborate. She has a habit of doing that.
“Um, Dalia?” I asked.
“Yeah?”
“You know how last time I woke up from stasis, there was a lot of new stuff in my mind? Now my mind’s empty. I can’t remember a thing.”
“That’s because I put a solution into your stasis fluid that would cause you to forget.”
“Why would you do that?!”
“Because the procedure didn’t work the first time. Or the second time. Or the third time. I thought you would be better off without remembering the pain.”
“Wait, is that also why I couldn’t remember eight years worth of things?”
“Exactly. You weren’t sleeping the whole time. I woke you up regularly, every week so that your muscles wouldn’t atrophy.”
“So, why did you erase those?”
“Because of the power you were given.”
“What do you mean by-” She shushed me.
“There’s someone coming. Quick, get on the ground!” she hissed. There was someone who walked in. I opened my eyes quickly to see who it was. It was someone that I didn’t recognize.
“So, he has awakened.”
“Yes. And the filthy slime wouldn’t stop hassling me, so I had to knock him out.”
“Hm, yes, it seems that always happens with these…test subjects,” he said disgustedly. “Now, I have to take him in to see if his ability works this time.”
“Wait!” said Dalia too quickly. The man raised his eyebrows.
“What is it, Doctor?” he asked.
“Give me a couple of minutes. I want to make sure that he doesn’t harass me again.”
“Very well. You have five minutes.” He started walking towards the door.
“Thank you, sir.”
“Oh, and Doctor?” He stopped walking to the door and walked back to Dalia.
“Yes, sir?” I felt a pang of rage as I saw him punch Dalia in the face. She let out a cry of shock as she fell to the floor.
“The next time you seal away your better side again, I will have to forcefully draw her out. And you know how that feels.” He walked away. As soon as the door closed, I got up and ran over to her.
“Dalia!” I yelled.
“I’m fine. It’ll bruise, but I’ll be okay,” she said, getting back up.
“Who was that bastard?!” I demanded.
“That is my ‘boss’,” she said, making quotation marks with her fingers.
“What do you mean?”
“He’s the leader of this whole operation. He’s the one who decides who we’re going to test in every sector. He’s the boss of everyone, and he doesn’t let anyone forget it. And, he’s the one who split my mind,” she finished.
“I’ll make that bastard pay…” I looked at my hands, and I noticed that they were glowing with a green light. “Wh-what’s going on?” I asked, looking at my hands as I held them up in the air.
“It worked. The procedure worked. You have your new power now,” said Dalia, staring in amazement. Suddenly, her eyes went wide and she grabbed my arms.
“Angel. You have to listen to me. Don’t let yourself get angry. Don’t EVER lose control of your rage.”
“Wh-why?” I asked in confusion.
“Trust me. I’ll explain later, Leader’s coming back.” Sure enough, the door opened, and Leader (that’s what Dalia called him) stepped in.
“Ah, I see you are awake now. Come. We will test to see if you have obtained your power.” I followed him out of the room, and Dalia motioned to me. I looked at her, and she mouthed the words ‘Good luck!’.
Leader led me into a room with some tools, some materials, a weapon on a tray, and some specs for a weapon.
“Forge this,” he said, holding up the weapon. It was a Military Rifle.
It took me a couple of seconds to realize that my eyes were looking at every end, every groove, every indentation of the weapon unconsciously. I have to say, it was a weird sensation. Then, when I finished looking at it, I walked over to the tools and the materials. I just started building it. I can’t really explain how I knew to use all of those different tools, I just used them, and I knew exactly which ones to use. After about a minute, I handed a perfect copy of that military rifle to Leader.
“Excellent work. You even forged the rounds that were remaining in it.” He turned around and fired it at the wall. “And it fires. Very good.” He handed the specs that were on the table to me.
“Now, forge this.” My eyes scanned the page more quickly than I scanned the weapon. It was a Chrome Shotgun. I went back over to the tools, and I made the shotgun for him. I didn’t really have a choice if I wanted to see Dalia again.
He fired it, and then congratulated me. He told me I was going to be of good use to him. Then, he took me back to my stasis pod, where Dalia was waiting.
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When I walked back into the stasis room, I saw Dalia inputting calculations onto a computer. As soon as the door closed, I ran over to her to say hi. She greeted me back, then we started talking. First, she told me about everything that happened. She told about how the virus was nearly completed. And by nearly, she meant that in a couple of weeks, maybe even days, it would be finished. And the group would start their takeover.
“You know, I just can’t get over the fact of how cliché this entire plan is.”
“No kidding, and you don’t even remember most of your life at this point.”
“What do you mean ‘at this point’?”
“You’ll get your memories back. You will get them back as long as you don’t give in to your rage. The solution I put into the stasis fluid gets destroyed when you think happy thoughts. But, something bad will happen when you give in to your rage. A new section of your power will be unlocked. It can be very useful, but unfortunately, it’s guided by pure rage. Which is why you must never succumb to your rage. I’m not going to tell you what that power is, and I hope you won’t experience it. You’ll find out eventually. When your abilities strengthen themselves, this part will be unlocked. Just DON’T SUCCUMB TO YOUR RAGE.”
“Dalia.”
“Yes?”
“I GET THE PICTURE.”
“I just needed to make sure you did.”
“So, don’t get angry?”
“Don’t get angry.”
“Alright then.” Dalia stood up from the chair she was sitting in.
“We need to get you out of here.”
“Wh-what?! I’m not leaving without you!” I protested.
“You have to. I need to stay here. I have a secret.” She pulled a vial out of her coat pocket. “This will completely destroy the zombie virus if it comes into contact with it. Once the zombie virus touches this, it gets deactivated and it crystallizes, so you can dispose of it easily. And the best part is, it’s as mutagenic as the virus itself, meaning that it’ll destroy it completely, no matter how much it mutates.”
“Is it also a cure for it?”
“Yes. When a zombie is exposed to it, the virus drifts to the outside of the body, crystallizing on the outside of their body. Their rotting skin will actually begin to repair itself, completely curing them.”
“I see. Will it repair other injuries?”
“Sadly, no. It only cures injuries related to the zombie virus.”
“So, let’s say that someone was cured of the zombie virus with dark magic. Would the magic’s effect leave their body?” Dalia hesitated.
“In theory, yes. The effects of it should be eradicated. However, dark magic is extremely unpredictable. The only way to find out is to test it, but we can’t do that.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” I got up, since I was sitting for some reason. “So, how are we getting out of here?”
“I TOLD you, I can’t go with you.”
“You have to! That vial is the for-sure cure that we have for the zombie virus!”
“I’m going to distribute it secretly to the towns that the group is attacking. You, on the other hand, will be treated like scum by everyone but a few if you stay here,” she said. Her words hurt, but she was right.
“So, what are we going to do?”
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We came up with a plan. I remember it perfectly, but I’m not going to bore you with details. Just know that there were so many things that could go wrong, that it was bordering on the edge of stupidity. We decided to go ahead with the plan. I was so happy when I found out that we were escaping. She didn’t know that I was planning on knocking her out and taking her with me. She always kept the vial on her person, so that no one could steal it. We went along with our plan. I’ll tell you the general plan as we go.
First, I had to escape from the stasis room. A guard regularly patrols there, but Dalia said that she would take care of him. I escaped with the help of a key that Dalia “accidently” left in the room when she “put me back into stasis”. So, I got out, and just as Dalia promised, the guard was knocked out. I ran down the end of the hallway to the armory that Dalia told me about. When I got in there, I opened the third cabinet to the right. My dad’s…my hunting shotgun and hunting rifle that my dad gave me before he died were in the cabinet, like Dalia said. I could easily forge them, but I wanted the originals. Sentimental reasons.
So, after I got my weapons, I encountered a large group of guards. Like Dalia told me, I only took nonfatal shots, shooting all the guards in their legs. As soon as I left the hallway, I ran to the left, then the right, then the right again. Dalia was waiting there.
“Any blips in the plan?” she asked.
“Nope.”
“Good.” I followed her as she ran into another hallway.
“Here we go. Past this door, is the way that you’re going to escape.”
“Alright. Let’s go.” She opened the door, and she took a stun rod to the face.
“DALIA!” I yelled as she fell to the floor. I looked up at whoever was the son of a bitch who would do that, and I saw Leader.
“You…bastard…” I said as I walked into the room.
“Hm. You really think I didn’t know that the Doctor has had her better half locked up in her mind this whole time? Luckily, this stun rod changes things. When she is struck with large amounts of electricity, her other side takes over. She will wake up soon, and you will be in trouble. Of course, that’s only if I can’t kill you beforehand.” He didn’t know the trouble he was going to be in. I didn’t know the trouble he was going to be in.
I didn’t know anything besides the rage that overtook me. I remember everything that happened. I just didn’t have any control of it. My eyes started scanning the area completely. Green gridlines started appearing everywhere on everything in the room, My eyes focused on the stun rod in Leader’s hand. I focused on it, and I said in a voice that wasn’t my own, “You’re going to pay for this.”
My hands obtained a green glow, like they did when Leader punched Dalia. Only this time, gridlines started appearing in my hand that completely matched the stun rod. It started filling itself in with color until I was able to clutch a solid object. I made a completely accurate stun rod to Leader’s, without using any materials or tools except my eyes. Leader stared with an expression of shock in his eyes, as he realized that I succumbed to my rage.
“I thought your sister’s warnings would drive you away from this. But, you have embraced the anger she told you to avoid. And you are now the perfect weapon for me to use. Come, and we shall take over the world,” he said, dropping the stun rod. He was taking a huge gamble when trying to convince me to join him in my rage.
I have to, and I’m ashamed to, admit that I was considering how strong I would get if I joined Leader’s conquest of the world.
Then I saw Dalia on the floor.
“No thanks,” said the unrecognizable voice. I rushed at Leader and caught him off guard. I drove the stun rod straight into his chest, and he passed out. Then, I heard a body getting up off of the floor. I turned around, and Dalia was waking up.
“Dalia!” I yelled as I ran over to her. I put the stun rod down next to her, and the glow faded away from my hands. The gridlines also disappeared. I saw her hand start to reach for the stun rod.
“Dalia, you don’t need that, I already took out Leader…” I said in slight confusion. I remembered what Leader said about large amount of electricity, and barely jumped out of the way as the Other Dalia swung at me with the stun rod.
“Get back here and let me take you out, filthy Subject!” she yelled in anger, the stun rod crackling every time she swung. I couldn’t believe that I forgot.
“Dalia, stop this! This isn’t you!” I yelled, dodging her swings. She suddenly stopped, and shook slightly. Then, she continued swinging.
“She’s trying to break free! The sister you know is trying to break free, but she won’t be able to break free before I kill you!” She feinted, and when I dodged, she slammed the stun rod against my leg. I cried out in pain as I felt the familiar sting of electricity coursing through my body. I landed on the ground, looking at Dalia. She held up the stun rod, and she was going to swing it down. I didn’t know what to do, so I did the only thing I could.
I grabbed that stun rod with my right hand, and I wouldn’t let go. I could feel the shock traveling through my body again, then I grabbed Dalia’s other hand with my free hand.
“Gya! Dalia! D-don’t do this!” I yelled as I cried out in pain. “GAH! F-fight it! Y-you can-AGH! Beat her!”
Other Dalia hesitated for a moment, and that was the only moment I needed. I wrenched the stun rod out of her hand, and I hit her in the face with the handle. She fell to the ground, and I threw the weapon to the ground. I looked at my burning hand. There was a large burn on my hand, and it was smoking. It didn’t feel too good, but I ignored it as I ran over to Dalia.
“Dalia, wake up!” She slowly opened her eyes.
“…A-angel?” she asked. As soon as she said my name, I knew it was her. I hugged her, and then she got to her feet.
“Y-you have to…get out…of here…Zombies…are going to overrun this place…soon…” she gasped, trying to catch her breath.
“Zombies? What are you talking about?” I asked.
“As soon…as…I saw…him…b-behind the door…I knew…he knew about our plan…He had a protocol…if any subject escapes….the zombies will be released through the sector…”
“Great. How great.” I said sarcastically. I didn’t notice that Dalia was grabbing the stun rod again.
“Dalia, how are we going to get out? I remember that you said that if anything bad happened, the electricity would cut out, and we would have to-GYAH!” I stopped as Dalia swung the stun rod into my side. I looked up at her.
“I’m sorry…Angel…I knew you were going to…try and knock me out…so…I decided…to incapacitate you…so that you could escape on your own…” she said sadly. Tears started going down her face. She crossed over to the computer. “You’re right…the electricity does cut out…but…I know how to override it…” She pulled out a helmet with two electrodes that looked like they were attached to a colander.
“No…d-don-on’t…d-do i-it…” I gasped. She put the helmet on her head, and turned on the computer. She opened a program, and she started typing in codes.
“If…I connect myself to a source of electricity…when the right program is running…I’ll be able to override the electricity lock.” She walked over to me, and she put me into a hidden escape pod in the wall. She left the switch in the on position, and she walked back to the computer after sealing me in the pod. “Unfortunately, it’s a pretty big source of electricity…”
“W-wait. Th-tha-at means th-that…if y-you connec-ect it…”
“Yes. If I connect it, the other me will take over.”
“NO! I c-can’t l-let you do thi-is!” I yelled from inside the pod. Dalia shook her head sadly.
“And, with a source this big…she’ll take over for a long time. I might never be able to overpower her again.”
“NO!” I yelled again. Angry and sad tears poured down my face as I beat my fist against the wall of the pod.
“This is the way it has to be…and Angel. There are some survivors. They’ve escaped their sectors, and they are trying to escape the entire complex. You need to meet up with them,” said Dalia. I bowed my head.
“So…I g-guess th-this is g-goodbye…” I said, not fully recovered from the stun rod strike.
“Yeah. I guess it is. Remember, Angel…keep on smiling. Laugh as much as you can. Think happy thoughts. If you do those things, your memories will return. Don’t succumb to your anger.”
“I know…” I said quietly.
“Angel, the next time we meet each other…I hope that it’s me that you meet, and I hope I can be there to say hi.” I smiled.
“I hope so too.”
She returned the smile, the tears still pouring down her face.
“I love you, bro.”
“I love you too, sis.” Dalia closed her eyes as she uncovered a button and put her hand over it.
“Till we meet again.” She slammed her hand down on the button, and I saw her convulsing, and I heard her screams of pain. She looked over at the escape pod as it started rising, and she smiled at me. Then, I blacked out.
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When I woke up, I was half deep in snow. It was cold. Terribly cold. I got up slowly, and I remembered what had happened.
“I love you, bro.”
“I love you too, sis.”
“Till we meet again.”
I smiled at the memory, remembering the sacrifice that Dalia made to save me. Just like the sacrifice that my dad made all those years ago. I reached onto my back, and I found the hunting rifle and hunting shotgun. I smiled at that, and a flood of memories came back into me. And, I suddenly knew what sector the survivors were going to. They were heading to Sector 0. I knew that Dalia had subconsciously fed me the information. I started heading towards Sector 25. It was the closest one, as far as I knew. Whatever genius had designed the sectors had made Sector 26 farther away from Sector 27 than 25. I headed off.
Dalia was right. The zombies were released. I found a fair amount of them on the way to Sector 25. I took them out easily, and I found a lot of materials to forge with.
I know that the power unlocked by rage is the ability to materialize weapons. I don’t want to use it when it’s bound by rage, though. The thought scares me to death. It sounds stupid, but I don’t want to be controlled by my rage when doing something that dangerous. I hope I’m able to get the ability soon. Dalia said I would eventually get it.
I kept going on through my trek to try and find the survivors. I slept in this really crappy tent that I found on the way. It took me three days just to find a trail of the survivors. I headed them off, and I hoped that I could fit in with their group. It would certainly make it easier to stay happy if I did. So, I went ahead of them on the path they were taking. I waited there for a couple of days.
The third day after I got there, I was still waiting. So, I decided to pack up and try to meet them halfway. But, as soon as I was done packing up, I saw torches in the distance, so I decided to wait. When I did, I saw that the leader of the group was none other than Jared. I ran up to him to try and see if it was really him.
“Hey! Over here!” I yelled, calling attention to the group.
“Do you think it’s a survivor?” asked Jared.
“Maybe he’s a guard!” said a voice behind him. It was a girl’s voice.
“Maybe he’s another test subject,” said a deep voice behind Jared.
“Show yourself!” ordered Jared. I slowly walked to the group.
“Do…do I know you?” asked Jared in confusion.
“I hope so. Otherwise, this would be really awkward, Jared,” I said casually.
“He knows your name!” said the female voice. “He’s a guard or something!”
“You don’t know that, Emily!” said the other voice.
“How do you know my name?” demanded Jared. He pulled out a Military Rifle seamlessly.
“The same way that I know where you’re from. I’m lived in the same hometown that you did,” I said.
“Wait…” He looked at me for a couple of seconds, then his eyes widened.
“Angel?! Is that you?!” he asked happily.
“You know it!” I responded. He ran over and he high-fived me. After that, I hugged him.
I was really happy. Not only did I find the survivors, I found my old friend. I pulled away from him after hugging him. He just stared at me.
“Dude…what the hell was-”
“No homo,” I interrupted.
“Good,” he said, without missing a beat. The entire group erupted with laughter, including me. A flood of memories came rushing back to me when I laughed.
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So, that’ s what happened to me from the start of the process to make the zombies to the point when I met up with the survivors. A pretty long adventure, over ten years long, even though it was only a few days when I first escaped. Every memory that Dalia had suppressed has come back to me now. I know why she suppressed some of them.
She suppressed some horrible memories. She erased the pain of every single failed procedure except the first one. She suppressed the trials I was put through to try and find my strengths. Some of those trials were terrible. I had to kill people at one point. She suppressed some terrible things.
But, she also suppressed good memories. And, I know why she suppressed those too. She did it so that it would encourage me to keep thinking happily, and keeping a happy mood. Whenever I did, I was rewarded with good memories. When I didn’t, I instantly remembered bad memories. When there were no bad memories to remember, I changed. My moodiness was instantly gone. I kept a good outlook on everything. And I was rewarded with good memory after good memory. When the last memory came, I didn’t need good memories to reward me. I kept a good outlook on everything.
And my powers got stronger.
I can forge things almost instantly when I have the right tools, and I can also improvise with tools and materials now. I know that I’m going to unlock the ability to materialize weapons one day. One day soon.
So, I’m glad that she suppressed those memories. It helped me in ways that I can’t describe too. I’m not saying that any of my other family members haven’t helped me. If my mom didn’t shoot the man in the foot, he would’ve killed all of us. If Jenna didn’t die for us, I wouldn’t have known what to say to Dalia to help her get free so we could plan the escape. My dad gave me those weapons so long ago, but they still work, and I’ve never let them go. And Dalia. She’s helped me so much.
I hope I’m not getting too sentimental on you.
But, I’m glad I went through all of this. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be the person that I am today. I wouldn’t have all of these great friends to hang out with. I probably wouldn’t be alive. So, I’m glad all of this happened.
I’m hoping that I meet Dalia again soon.
And when I do, I’m going to show off what I’ve learned.

The end.

[jaradderaj]

Good story Angel... I loved it! I will Add the indents sometime k?

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Heh, reminds me of Cero.

[jaradderaj]

Heh, reminds me of Cero.

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How

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How

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Because Cero is an angel?

[jaradderaj]

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Because Cero is an angel?

Oh ok... That is FailWhale's real name...
Just like mine is Jared
LOL we aren't very creative when it comes to rp names... we just use our real LOL