darkest timeline

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: ghost's tale and other stories
imagine ghost's story, but ghost is a vile, genetically-engineered beast. congrats, you just discovered the plot of this alternate timeline version of ghost's story

Submitted: November 21, 2019

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 wish I could say that I was controlled by something evil. They call me ghost, but i am no spirit. Some call me the devil himself, but the devil is afraid of me. I am an assassin, crouched in the dark, forbidden to intermix with the light. I am a murderer, deadly from one glance. A glimpse of me means utter doom for the viewer. I am a soldier, a brave troop in the face of danger and death. I am a monster. A destroyer of living things. I am death incarnate. 


 

As the black void was lifted from the glass cage, i felt the compulsive urge to bang on the glass. Something in me wanted out. I ran up to the clear wall. Three men in lab coats stood there, watching as one watches a lion in a zoo. Another man keeps to the shadows, making his facial details unrecognizable. He sports a fancy suit, grey cloth. I bring my fists down onto the glass, hoping to hear a crack. Instead, i feel pain coursing through me. I look down and see arcs rising from the floor to meet my flesh. My legs are the first to go, giving up under the weight of the electricity. My hands go wild. Flopping to and fro like wild fish left out of water. I fall, and something hard hits my head. I believe they call it a floor. The cool darkness falls upon me. I reach up to meet its cool embrace, but fall short.

 

“This world is a dream, an unreality. There are many more like it. You must find your true self.” the voice in my head told me. I had often heard from this voice and all the others. I opened my eyes and found myself in a large open room. The man in the suit stands in a glass box at the end of the room. Something tells me to run and break the glass and kill them all. I listen to this urge and begin to run. The man in the suit pushes a button, and I feel my legs stop. I try to move, but find myself unable to. It is only now that I feel the cuts at the top of my head. The one in control makes me walk, instead of run, to the glass. I raise my hand, but instead of breaking the glass, I wave. I feel what they call a smile. Then, I hear myself speak. “Hello, ladies and gentlemen. May I present to you, the keeper.” designed to pacify even the most dangerous specimens. It works by controlling the brainwaves, by keeping the peaceful ones and changing the violent ones.`` I say. But I am not in control. The world begins to spin. 

 


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