Subject:  Lost, walking the nightmare of before |
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Zara Willow
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Date Posted: 20:02:49 04/25/02 Thu
In reply to:
Lance
's message, "Ahh.. a nice and quiet day." on 11:47:04 04/24/02 Wed
-Check the meters. We don't want them over-heating like they did before.-
--Everything is check. The project is go, doctor.--
-Good. I don't want any mistakes this time. This is costing us quite a bit of money and time we're borrowing on a whim. If we screw these ones up, It's our heads, do you understand?-
--Yes sir. We'll get it right this time.--
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It wasn't much, but it was for the best today. Having given up her carrer as a tireless strpper up for a more normal, equally managed life, Zara mearly sat in her bay window seat, lounged in a long white shirt, and poked slowly through a cup of strawberry cheesecake icecream. Her long white hair was let down, cascading over her shoulders as golden eyes searched out the window, at small children playing down in the park below. She sighed and let the icecream fall to the floor without a care.
She really gave nothing her care these days.
Her plants were all dead or dying, her clothes scattered across the floors, in every room. Dishes piled up in the sink, her cat tore a hole in the food bag just to eat. But Zara didn't care. All she did was a repetitive cyle of allher days since she moved to the nice apartment on the third floor. Sit her days away on the Bay window seat, staring at the children playing below.
But it wasn't the kids that flashed before her eyes, but dug up memories from her past. Nothing was clear anymore, and life and time ment little. She could see it all clearly now....
About a year ago, she was found and captured, despite her attempts to flee. Taken back to the labrotory that started it all so many years ago, under going the same tests and proceduers as she faced as a child. Her identity taken, her mind opened and pryed through, all her secrets shared. They took it all, like some kind of toy. Damn the Syndicate.
Locked in her old, cold metal dungeon, left alone, often forgotten, starved and beaten, it all came back.
They did it all.....almost 63 years ago before freezing her in that cold liquid, in that tiny tube. When the Syndicate came and eradicated the city she was born into, and killed each and every living being. She was but a child of 2 when they tore her mother apart, and let their bio enginered dogs loose on her older brother and father. She could remember the fright, and the anger, and then..nothing. But the screams tormented her again....
The kids were called home, the light of day was dying. Zara's eyes diolated andher head hit the window. She didn't want them to go! They couldn't leave! They were all she had to keep for company, to keep her in the now of the time stream. Without them....
Zara freaked, punching the wall beside her, throwing herself from the bay window and upon the coffe table. Not that it mattered...she shattered the glass with a punch, and threw valuable vases against the far walls in a fit.
And hin her mind the screaming wouldn't stop.
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