GLTAS: Whispers In The Dark Chapter 1: Something?He held the lifeless form in his arms mouthing words that would never be heard by the one he wanted to reach. Whispers in the darkness. The darkness collapses around him. He's Falling into the grasp of the darkness's hands yelling for ones who will never hear him.More Like This
"Razer? Are you all right? You seem to have gone into your sleep cycle at your station." Aya asks him bending over him where he had fallen out of his chair onto the floor.
"I'm fine Aya" Razer responded and rubbed his head as he got up off the floor. "If you noticed I had fallen asleep why did you not wake me?" Razer asked her.
"You had seem tired and your vital signs were normal until a thirty two seconds before you fell. And I just " Aya started awkwardly twiddling with her fingers. A gesture he had no idea where she could have picked it up. Without thinking he lifted his hands up to hold hers but before he could the door to the bridge slide open and he immediately put his hands down to his sides.
"Morning guys." Hal s
Razer's Sanity Pt. 2 Razer's unconscious body rested on the gurney Aya had pulled out. They'd taken his ring; Hal didn't want to risk Razer attacking them again, so he had Aya sedate Razer before removing his Red Lantern ring. That was yesterday; today was a new day on the planet they'd arrived at the day before and Hal, Kilowag, and Aya were discussing the appropriate course of action.More Like This
"I took note of his vital signs and brain activity when you first brought him in. His pulse was abnormally high as well as his brain activity, which was all over the place. I found definite origin in imagination and in several parts of the brain that control emotion, as well as memory. Once placed under sedatives his vital signs and brain activity returned to normal. I also found that he's fighting off a small, unknown virus. I have run some tests and I plan to run more once Razer is awake."
"Thank you, Aya. That explains everyth
Razer/Ilana - The Firewind Festival"Mother, do I really have to wear this? No one is going to be looking at me anyway."Razer held the cloth of his white pants between his index finger and thumb, tugging it to the side gently to get a better look at it. He didn't see anything particularly special about the fabric. Much less how it would make any difference whether he wore it or not.More Like This
"Yes, you have to." His mother responded, slapping his hand with slight force to get him to stop pulling on his freshly washed clothes. She fixed his entire outfit all over again as if it had changed dramatically since she had adjusted it merely seconds ago.
"But why?" he asked, a touch of whining in his voice.
"Because I said so!" she snapped at him, losing her patience. Razer's eyes widened, his jaws automatically clamping shut before he said anything more to irritate her.
An angry mother, especially his, was never a pleasant thing. Days like this where they went somewhere that she considered 'important' were an even worse time to get her a
Razer's Origin (Fan Made) Part 2A few weeks later, his parents and Marvel were out during the morning of a nonschool day at the party of a friend, so he used the time he was supposed to take on chores to slam the door, scream "This house is clean ENOUGH!", and leave. With his arms crossed over his chest and his head down, he trudged through the streets.More Like This
Judging by the almost silence in the air, he was not only alone, but the fighting had moved on and was now far away. He wouldn't look up at the recent damage done by last night's fire raid, but he made sure he knew where he was and didn't fall over any rubble.
When he made it to the outskirts of the city he decided to soon turn around and return home so that he could say he did something and not be found out. As he kept walking, he began to hear a low, depressed and animalistic whimpering; he walked in the direction of the source and was soon close enough to realize it was someone crying.
He almost walked past the thin recess between two buildings when he stopped, whi
Razer's Origin (Fan Made)The boy looked up at the black building looming in front of him. Its dark façade masked the true reason it was there: to educate. There were no children, they were already inside. He had arrived late due to having to walk the distance between his home and the school. He begrudgingly climbed the stairs, noting how decrepit they were and how in disrepair the building really was, though it would never be fixed, at least not until the warlords were defeated and an uncorrupted system of government was established.More Like This
There were not many schools on their planet—due to its location in the Forgotten Zone—and going to any at all was a great privilege, but he couldn't help missing his old school. 'The Rich School,' as it was called, was a small school for the children of wealthy families, (or as wealthy as one could be on Beirut) particularly sons, who could afford the tuition, and in return received a higher class education.
He had friends there, at least.
However, in hopes of preserving their wea
Razer's Origin (Fan Made) Part 3*(The scene where Razer leaves Ilana to join the militia happens here)More Like This
Razer walked deeper and deeper into the city; each step brought him closer to the enrollment office, and farther from Ilana. His mind brought up the moment he'd left her again. He wished he'd have kissed her lips had he not been in such a rush to be sure he got away before he broke down. Then it hit him that if he'd done anything more than kiss her forehead, then he would NEVER have been able to let her go.
As he trudged on, he couldn't help but picture her waiting for him when he came home. The war would be over and he'd no longer have to worry about her safety. They would be free to marry at last. They might build another farmhouse on Ilana's family's land, settle down, raise a few children, be happy.
That was what came to him again while he entered the building that had—as secretly as possible—been converted into the civilian army headquarters and stood in line waiting to enter the enrollment office.
He was but o
The Bangolian VigorRazer dashed through the field as fast as his young legs could take him. The seven year old looked over his shoulder, glancing back at his imaginary pursuers, before he righted his steps and continued to push his way through the tall grass that grew to his knees. The child let a string of giggles escape his lips as he turned sharply to the right and picked up speed; bowing his head as he pushed farther. Behind him, nothing chased as Volkreg spun beneath him.More Like This
"Ahhh!" The young, female, scream met Razer's ears. His eyes were locked on his feet, watching his steps, and when he lifted them towards the sound, he had mere seconds before plowing straight into a young girl. The basket she held in her arms flew into the air as he collided with her. The flowers she had been collecting tumbled from the over turned basket and slowly drifted towards the ground. Razer groaned, as he realized he was now in top of the girl; her elbow shoved painfully into his rib gage from when she had raised her hand
Today I will stop countingMore Like This
Letter to Marcus
Anvil gate 03:45 am
It has been 18 months, three weeks and 5 days. But it ends here, I will stop counting.
Before you entered New hope, before you set foot in my world, I had always been as slave. A conscious slave is the worst kind. Knowing you life is not yours and that there is nothing you can do about it.
Forced through years with every day darker than the day before.
And for what cause? If I was the last hope for mankind and the guide for our future, then why was I not put in use? I have more questions than you have, you and the coalition.
I had more questions. But when you and Dominic showed up, I abandoned those thoughts. Why, you must think. One should be eager to know one's origin, but I am not.
I am still a slave because of it, Subject Radio, you call me.
A slave name from a past nobody knows of.
An old mind in an augmented body created for destruction and death.
Bred to kill. This is what you know of me, this is what I know