"Create A Story"

[Moonie]

Okay, so here's the rules laid flat and simple.
A picture will be posted up every so often. With that picture, you can create a short story (no, not like.. chapters or anything; preferably no more than a single post and as many words as that single post can hold) from the vibes it gives you.

But keep in mind, the picture may or may not be from a popular show or game. Information will be given if it is, however, so keep your eyes peeled.

On a side note, don't get too out of control. If your story is going to have adult content or lots of violence unsuitable for a young audience, LABEL IT AS SO BEFORE THE STORY BEGINS.

Here's the first image. No given information so have fun and be creative. =]

[Moonie]

XIII

It was all I was to the world and to the people around me. A number. A label. An ID. A cursed number for a man dubbed the black cat of society and the final experiment. I had no name. Until now, that is.

"XIII, resume your position in line." I darted my unusual violet eyes toward the sharp voice, recoiling from the venom hidden within it as I stepped back into line. I hated the man with a fiery intense passion despite being nameless to myself. But that didn't stop my ambition. I had a plan and I was going to stick to it. Maybe an explanation would help.

Firstly, their mistake was giving me my will. Unlike the other experiments, I wasn't 'programmed' to breed, fight, sleep, nor obey their words. I did what I wished. If I went out of line, I was punished, but I didn't care. I was willing to sacrifice my body to pain to get the adrenaline rush of freedom through my body.

Secondly, they gave me emotions. I was able to express disdain, anger, happiness, sorrow, distress, fear, and exhaustion. I loved the fact I could feel these things, but it always got me into trouble. My patience wasn't a very long fuse, thus most trainings and experimental labs ended in them knocking me out to force me to cooperate.

Lastly, they fitted simple feline DNA into my system. This made me more agile than the others, unless their DNA strands were that of a cheetah or wolf, something with a higher chance of sustaining a longer and faster run. With this, I had enough grace and agility to climb the surrounding fence when they turn it off. It was only during the larger more intense storms did they do this. And that night, we were asking for horrible weather.

"Training is dismissed. Return to your living quarters, shower, change and get rest. Tomorrow is your test. Spend tonight thinking of your last requests and final thoughts. You may be one of few who will visit the Maiden herself." I watched as a grim, humorless smirk slid slyly onto his face. Disgusting.

Once he blew the whistle to cause us to scatter, I dashed to my quarters. I didn't waste any time; daylight was almost gone and I could smell the rain approaching quickly. I wasn't going to bother with a shower. If everyone had the same natural human smarts mixed with their animal instincts, they would know that 'Sir Sarge Sir' was in his cabin wasting the rest of the night away in front of a warm fire. We were left with our drafty 'homes' and thin sheets in the cold nights.

Glancing about the small building, I saw nobody. They had gone for their refreshment. Quickly, I slipped on a zip up hoodie over the loose ebony shirt I wore, complete with a pair of sewn on feline ears especially made for me due to my DNA strand. The girl who had created it will come later, but as for this part, I suggest keeping to the matter at hand.

And with that, I rushed back out of the building. By now, it was beginning to rain a big roughly. I knew it would get worse in a matter of minutes, so I discreetly made my way across campus and into the shadows. I was safe for now, so I slid to the ground, my back pressed against a splintered old wooden box. And I waited.

Several minutes passed by and I could only feel the fear that threatened to drown my self confidence. I was intent on getting out of this prison, out of this living hell that had created us. The rain came down harder as my thoughts raced and my heart pounded furiously. My feet itched to move and soon their wish was answered when darkness fully descended on the campus and completely hid my figure from the imposing lights. I leaped to my feet, knowing the electricity that usually coursed through the twelve foot fence was now gone. I latched onto the fence, silently making my way up the stiff steel. It had only taken me a mere three minutes to climb swiftly and silently and land on my feet on the other side with a slight splash. If not for the rain, I would have been heard and caught within time, making my escape for nothing.

But I simply sat there, crouched in the mud on the other side of my prison. I was free, but my feet refused to move from their spot. I stood slowly, my limbs shaking not from the cold, but something else. I wasn't sure of it, but it scared me. My fingers clutched the hoodie I wore, the one she had modified to both of our liking. She was the other experiment that had been created like I had. XII, she had been labeled. She had a carefree, compassionate personality. Her hair had been as black as midnight and her eyes contrasted them greatly, being a bright silver hue. Her DNA strand had been that of a wolf, a mystical and intriguing night creature. I had wished she was here with me, to share the moment of freedom.

We could have. Gone together, that is. She wanted to escape last week, but I had refused. I chose the life a whipped house cat instead of taking my chances. It would have been so much better to be shot down by disobedience and anarchy than be controlled. 'XII' had made it to the other side, like I had, but she didn't move. I had called her crazy. She had died within five minutes of being shot in her right shoulder and her left side minutes later. I wasn't able to comfort her in her last moments, instead being forced into my quarter and locked there until she died painfully, heaving her last gasp. How did I know this? Simple: we had windows and I had my attention on her, dying on the ground. Her blood still stains the ground til this very moment.

"Amaya..." I uttered her name quietly, the word being washed out by the pounding rain. It was her symbol, the night rain. I suddenly felt relieved and calm, my anxiety completely washed away with the droplets of liquid. She was guiding me. Slowly, I lifted the dog tag around my necklace and looked at it, currently unaware of the tears mixing in with the rain. It read 'XII.' I had given her my tag the night she decided to run out and she had died with it. Whether they kept it on her after they discarded her body, I didn't know. But I didn't care. She had died and taken a piece of me with her.

And where was I to go from here? Well, no where. My story is almost at its close. And I pray that you will not take pity on the souls lost in this place. Why? Heh, I'll explain that soon.

"Infraction of the law 422007: subject has crossed the border. Permission?" I began to slowly turn around as the voice ceased. The transmission crackled, a voice spoke on the other end, and then it was gone. My fingers held tightly onto the dog tag as I faced the sharpshooter. He had a slap happy smile on his face, but it faltered once I returned it with a smile of my own. Perhaps not as happy, but one that showed I didn't care. Instead, a grim mask of anger washed over the man's face and he shouldered his gun, took aim, and shot twice.

I felt the pain sear through my left arm and hip and I couldn't stop myself from stumbling and falling backward into the mud. I didn't fight. I just stared up into the sky as the rain covered my body, soaking my hair until it plastered onto my face like paper. When the sky became illuminated, I had reason to smile even wider, if I could muster the strength to do so. The pain eventually slid into numbness and then nothing at all. And cue my life flashing before my eyes, or the parts that I remembered. No use in details. My moment is almost up. I just knew it was short and simple, nothing too horrible.

Maybe if we had had enough time, I would have grown to love Amaya. We were capable of such feelings on our own, and no doubt did I feel a sense of despair when she had left me alone. But now we were going to be reunited.

Remember when I said don't take pity of those souls? Well, maybe I should given another word. Because none of them had souls to begin with. Not even me. Not even Amaya. Simply put, we were all dolls and we'd all meet our end with death. I just hope they find their peace in some way or another like Amaya and I had.

"Sorry for being late..Amaya.." I whispered into the storm, uncaring if I was heard or not. I was cold by this point, my breath escaping my mouth in white puffs of smoke. I convulsed for a minute, finding it hard to breath. But I found comfort in talking to the empty expanse of air. "Now we can share our freedom together."

"Silly Toru.. We already have..."

[Moonie]

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