Decimals

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Chapter 1 (v.1) - Introduction

Submitted: December 31, 2009

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Decimals
By Sako Hee
Introduction
NOTETOREADER: Sorry for weird underline spacings... that's because Booksie is so messed up so Ihad to do that so the bug chunks of paragraphs would poof. I alsoapologize for the lackof spacing after punctuation, another gliche from Booksie that we all love so very much. Please enjoy! _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________
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I began with rats at age five.The first couple times were challenging and they made me cry, but Master Yuri always told me it was okay.He said I did well, so I stopped the tears.At age seven, after I was bored of rats, I advanced to dogs.Master Yuri owned an animal shelter and accepted all animals.When it was filled, he gave the leftovers to me.He said it was better than to leave them in such a lonely place.I said we could set them free, but no, but Master Yuri insisted that I needed the practice..
______Soon enough, I moved on to manikins that just stood there.When I hit the manikin, it still stood there and never fell unless I bashed its feet.I told Master Yuri they were the most boring yet because they didn’t make any sound, any movement, but were just stone.Master Yuri told me that it was going to get fun when I got better, and it did.
______I began to shoot moving manikins with mask.The process was done with the manikins sitting on a white stool with three-wall glass surrounding them (the glass helped the janitors clean the mess the manikins caused).I didn’t use a gun or a weapon of any kind to hit the manikins, but my own special ability: maisenkura.It’s pretty much a translucent force that demolishes anything I want it to.Master Yuri commanded me to always hit the head because it made the shutdown of the manikins “certain”; he was right.Every time I hit the manikin’s head, it quit squealing and operating.I liked shooting at moving manikins the most because Master Yuri was always very proud of me, rewarding me with ten dollars per shot, but I never saved my money since I lived on the streets.I spent it all on food and toys that I lost within minutes.I didn’t only stop the manikins’ functions for money though.Mom was killed by them…Dad died of cancer when I was two, or at least…that’s what Master Yuri told me.After a year of captivation in the Orphanage Childcare Center, Master Yuri adopted me and let me wander free in the streets and work for him.I liked it more than the Orphanage because I felt free, not chambered with other orphans where adults stopped by to give us pitying smiles.Not only that, but Master Yuri seemed to have background about my parents.He gave me a picture of them and I could easily see my reflection in their visages.I had Mom’s sapphire eyes and gold blonde hair and Dad’s thin eyebrows that I admired, even though kids at the Orphanage said it was girly.Master Yuri, on the other hand, was nothing like my parents.He was very tall with thin sand-brown strands of hair nested on the crown of his head, and he had jade eyes that flickered whenever he smiled.He always wore black pants, black waxed shoes, a buttoned shirt, a silky tie, and every so often, a lab suit that coated over his trend.
________It was later at age ten that I grew curious about the manikins.I didn’t understand why they wore mask, because what did they have to hide?So I asked Master Yuri.He told me that they were ashamed of themselves, but I replied, “What’s so bad about moving manikins?”And he said, “They are far worse than that.Call them Numbers…they have abilities of their own, just like you.But you are for a good cause because you’re a Digit.”I didn’t understand.All I knew was that Numbers were bad, and I, a Digit, was good.
Within five years of submission, Master Yuri found me worthy enough to move in with him.I didn’t have to spend my money anymore sine he catered me with food, shelter, education (home school), and anything a boy needed – so I began to call him Dad, and he referred to me as his son.He let me accomplish my shootings alone, which made me happy because he trusted me; even though he was my dad, he gave me a raise to $50 per shot.
________At age 14, things began shifting towards reality.Assassinations were completed furtively in Dad’s basement, which was pretty much a laboratory for Dad’s study place on Numbers, and when he’d finish them, I’d kill them.The Numbers were hunted down by Dad’s employees; they actually went out to the world and killed the Numbers if the Number’s power was already experimented with.The whole concept was secret: secret doors, secret existence, secret knowledge, and secret everything.Nothing was to be divulged, but kept with sealed lips, and conversed confidentially.Besides, everyone seemed to like the idea with money, so it all worked. If there was anything that bothered me, it was my seclusion from the world.While the employees had their own separate lives, I was stuck at home all day – and every day.I was a sheltered kid who learned about the world through T.V., sadly to admit.My agenda was routinely and simple: eat, watch T.V., play with toys, talk to Yuri while he stirred enigmatic solutions, examine the different hues of colors in the solutions, kill, and sleep for long…periods of time.Every now and then, I would visit the rocking chair on the front porch and ponder about the world, other than the street life I knew indigenously.
_______It was one morning when I was bored in the dining room while Dad was working on his experiments.Treuce, Dad’s top assassin, came by to pick up his $10,000 check.He was notorious for his heedlessness and casual kills – it was like he was born to kill.I adored his flawlessness from the stories Dad would always tell me before he put me to sleep.I had seen Treuce plenty of times, feeling timid but honored to have a professional assassin’s presence.The most fascinating thing about him was that he was bald-headed with tattoos of dragons, skulls, angels, crosses and anything you could think of that swerved over his bulk arms and burly frame.Piercings hung from his ears, tongue, nose, eyebrows, and his whole face, really.He wore sharp crimson contacts just to add an effect to his threatening appearance, as if it wasn’t noticeable.Whenever he shot a glimpse my way, I always felt the hairs on my nape stick up whether he was simply giving a greeting or looking back to see if he left bloody footprints on the wooden floor.
________Anyway, with all the curiosity and tedious atmosphere I had, I finally peeped out a couple words to Treuce, and this was how it went.
______“How do you get so rich?”
Treuce paused and scratched his head.“Well…you just get better at killing.”
“How?”
“How?What stage are you at?Masks?”
“Yeah,” I admitted shamefully, feeling inferior to such an experienced assassin.
“Take the mask off and you’ll graduate,” Treuce whispered, having a grin tug on the corner of his lips.
I took his advice, feeling quite confident and scared at the same time.I had never seen a Number’s face before because it was always covered by sheets, linen masks, or breathing masks.
That night, Dad had a mandatory meeting with his employees in the meeting room on the top fifth floor, while I was assigned to kill ten Numbers that Dad finished on for the month.The meetings never intrigued me because half the things they said was foreign language to my infantile ears.
I trotted down the creaking wooden slabs to the laboratory, the only place that was full of flasks, tubes, solutions of who-knew-what, 7 ft. tall glass cylinders bloated with water that occasionally captivated Numbers with tubes and breathing masks and the list was infinite.Before I could relieve the ten Numbers from being who they were, I slipped on white leather gloves – it kept me from killing within my bare hands to claim myself as innocent.My eyes examined the Numbers…four girls and six boys.It was always harder for me to kill girls because I never really talked to one before.I just saw them in T.V. shows how polite they were, modest, and delicate and beautiful.
I walked over to my first target that struggled to loosen the white chains that limited their abilities.My right arm raised and I shut my left eye, leaving my dominant eye direct my course.Focus…aim…fire.
Bam!
I shot the rest in the same cautious way because one time, I cracked the glass and Dad was very angry.I nearly cried but held in my tears because I didn’t want him to see my baby side overcome me, then he palliated and smiled, so I was able to control myself effortlessly.He just told me to be careful for the future, and then he traipsed away.That was the first and the last time he ever had conflict with me.I even eavesdropped on him one time while he talked to the Orphanage Center manager, and he bragged about how I was a very well behaved young man.It made me content – and proud.
Bam!
All but one Number was still functioning now.The female Number was crying obnoxiously loud, shaking its head desperately.Treuce said to kill a Number unmasked, right?Then maybe I’d get to do missions like him and get big bucks!Besides, I needed more video games because the ones I had were getting dull…but Dad…he never told me to take the mask off.He only told me that they were ashamed.Did they have ugly faces?Were they faceless?Perhaps they were even uglier and nastier and more tattered up than the average bad guy.Besides, they did kill innocent humans, and the bad guys on T.V. were always hideous.
With curiosity, I walked over to it warily and my fingers reached above for summit of its head – at least, I think it was its head.My fingertips tapped the coarse linen mask hesitantly, jumping off and retreating to my chest.It didn’t notice, but was still whimpering the same as before.I was not afraid…I could kill it if it frightened me with its revolting face.
My stiff fingers crosshatched the top of the mask.I held my breath in anticipation…and suddenly, I jerked the mask off to the side.Immediately, I sprung back and there it was!As my gaze intently drew near to every intricate form on her face, my eyebrows furrowed in bewilderment and perhaps…disbelief.
It had dull, but widened alert cerulean shades in its eyes that seemed to be losing its color, dying out hopelessly.Its blonde strands of thick hair jaggedly streaked across it horrified face, sticking against the moist hot cheeks from a break out of cold sweat.A thick white cloth was wedged between its jaws, knotted at the back of its round skull.Its nostrils contracted as its breathing grew heavy, screaming through the muting towel for me to release it.
It had a face…just like me.
No…no…it? Wait – she? She was just like me? Its face wasn’t ugly, just frantically terrified, engulfed of trepidation.
Something that I had not felt for years, a part of me that vanishedlong ago, lingered up my spine and zapped through my chest with coldness…Fear…but why…why now? Why was she just like me? Numbers! They were bad, weren’t they? They killed Mom, and they killed every other human that existed on this earth, and the only thing that ever crossed their minds was to kill and kill!They were nothing but worthless scumbags, puppets controlled by evilness itself.It was just a face…just a –
“Son, it’s okay…”A light hand rested on my right shoulder, causing chills to inch up my skin.I felt a tickling trickle slide down from the line of my hair to my chin, dripping onto the linoleum.Sweat… “They don’t matter in the world, you know that.”
The girl shook her head, tears flooding out her swollen pink eyes.My body…I couldn’t budge!I felt my muscles cramp and I began to realize that my head was warmer than before.They don’t matter in the world…they don’t matter in the world…
“What are you so afraid of?”
My cold numb fingers rolled against my perspiring palms and my brows crumpled; I could finally regain control.Dad was right…even if they looked like me, they murdered Mom, the only person left who was a part of me.They stole her life…and they took her from me.They were the reason she wasn’t by my side to nurture me, to comfort me, and to simply sing me to sleep or teach me how to tie my shoe laces.
“Nothing…nothing at all,” I grimly replied with clenched teeth.
Mom…this is for you.
Bam!
The lifeless body toppled from the stool and blood leaked out of the skull, creating an amorphous puddle.Tranquility came upon me once again, and I felt satisfied with my work.I made the right choice – I made a good choice.
“Congratulations, my son!You killed an unmasked Number!” Dad applauded with a smile etched across his high-boned cheeks.“I’m very…proud of you.”He had that glimmer in his eyes again and I could read that he really was fulfilled with my decision.His hand ruffled my hair and I laughed, leaning to him to receive his open arms that looped around me.I had done it…I killed an unmasked Number… A half hearted smile crept on my lips reluctantly, I felt.I couldn’t quite understand why because Dad was proud of me, and I was proud of myself, so why was I not as excited as I wanted to be?We departed and I looked up at his facade that radiated with joy.
“Did you guys find the Number’s lab yet?”
Dad sighed and pushed his glasses up; the ceiling lights dashed across the thin spectacles and his eyes met mine again with a bleak frown.
“No…we still have a long way to go, but hopefully we’ll find them soon…”
Dad and the Digits always congregated for this matter.We were to exterminate all Numbers before they formed a threatening junta and massed out from there, abusing their powers beyond our control.To find the main laboratory where Numbers were created was the ultimate objective – and the ultimate end to the killing they committed.My revenge would then finally be completed…that’s all I needed, and that’s all I wanted.
“By the way,” Dad interrupted my train of thoughts, “I think you’re ready to move on to worldly missions now, am I wrong?”My eyes enlarged and I gasped.
“Really?”
“It’s one thousand dollars per mission, but it’s also risky.”
The promotion to real assassin brought me a feeling of euphoria.Besides, it was time I moved on from shooting at dummies.That was getting old and rusty and it was too easy.I was a sniper now, really.Maybe that was why Dad made me shoot for so long so I could have accurate aim.
In a couple days, I was allowed to attend a “for show” class C mission with Treuce.He removed his jewelry before going out to our mission for incase it got in the way.We had to wear black skin-tight outfits so we could maneuver easily and had on mask to hide our identities.After midnight, Dad gave me thumbs up and we exited the house under a waning gibbous moon that colored the solid black sky.As for the stars, I had never seen such pompous flames; it was probably because I had never gone out this late before.We transported through Treuce’s jet black vehicle, which was the smoothest car I had ever ridden in.And even though it was night, the lights in Cavcal City were glinting so brightly it seemed like day.Treuce kept crooning tunes by the Beetles and every time I yawned, he glanced over and grinned.Soon enough, he decided to give me some “Treuce Socrates Knowledge”.
“Kid, this mission is very simple if you do without thinking.I don’t know ‘bout you, but I kill very fast and simple.All I do is control pressure around things until they explode.Y'know, like a vacuum?You’ll get to see the beauty soon – wait, you don’t mind all the gore, do ya’?”Treuce had a wide range of inflections in his mature voice, and while his voice yapped, his hands did a lot of talking too.
“Don’t think so,” I shrugged a shoulder.
“This should be interesting.I’ll let ya’ take on a couple for practice.”As silence seeped into the emptiness, I began to ponder about why I was reluctantly smiling with Dad a couple days ago.Just because Numbers had the same countenance structure, that didn’t mean that we were the same.The same…?What did we have in common?They killed; so did we.My head began to ache…what was the difference?Numbers killed impulsively out of thirst, and Digits had reasoning behind their kills.
“Treuce?” I suddenly came to life.
“Yeah, kid?”
“How are we different from Numbers?”
“Uh…I dunno.We’re Digits, they’re Numbers.I don’t really care.I just do what I have to do, kid.It’s worth the money, y’know?”
“Yeah…” I nodded, unsatisfied with his illogical answer.
“It’s funny seeing the people freak out on ya anyway.”
We soon arrived at our destination: a quiet, cemetery-like neighborhood.All lights were out but the luminescent moon and its allied stars.The passive wind tingled through my elastic suit to my skin, making me shiver then caressed my arms to bury the goose bumps.Treuce casually walked on a cement sidewalk that lead to a green door.I followed him, confused if this was the way missions were normally done.
“Treuce,” I said tentatively.His eyes peeked over his broad shoulders, raising a curious brow.“How do you decide who to kill?”That was my procrastinated question.
“You don’t.If there’s a Number, just kill em’ all,” Treuce shrugged.Brusquely, the door obliterated into scraps of plastic and I leaped back with my arms shielding my face.“Sorry, should’ve warned ya’.”He sauntered in and let the darkness swallow him whole…how could he just enter so informally?What if someone waited for his steps and suddenly stabbed him with a knife?I took a deep breath and traced his every step timidly, ready to defend myself from any booby traps that were always in movies and T.V. shows for the invaders.But we were the good guys, so I was sure we were going to pull through okay.
“Only bash in like this for class C missions…” Treuce informed.“I usually just explode the whole house, but since I have to instruct you…” his voice trailed off as his eyes darted place to place, seeming to take the mission more seriously now.My vision began to adjust to the uncharted house.I couldn’t see as much as I wanted to, but was only able to make out a living room of three couches and a hallway to the left.Treuce headed towards the hallway warily.A wide open door to the left revealed a tidy bedroom with a twin bed connected to a headboard.A human LAY sound asleep under the thick sheets – or was it a Number?Light shimmered through a window that framed widely across the room from us, reflecting a rectangular, deep indigo glow on the carpet.
“Sweet dreams…”Treuce scuttled the person and colors sprinkled on the bed and the head board like viscous new paint.
In the midst of the silence, I heard a creak from behind.I whipped to my left and my hand unconsciously grasped a boy’s collar.I could see the whites of his eyes expand, revealing a weak, pathetic glower.His quavering hand gripped a pocket knife and his bottom lip quivered, releasing an unsteady rhythmic breath.His young appearance reminded me of the time I tried to kill rats – naïve and afraid.Dad always told me to never kill hesitantly…the boy was going to die, I could predict it.
“G-get out of here!” his voice croaked, shuddering with utter horror.He couldn’t have been a Number…he had fear…he struggled to hold a knife.I could see it in his eyes, his shaking eyes.No one like him could’ve killed Mom.And if he wasn’t a Number, why even bother?
“What’re you waiting for?” Treuce said eagerly.
“He’s not a Number,” I sternly said. Treuce rested his arm around my shoulders, shaking his head in disappointment.
“Let me tell ya’ somethin’.It’s either kill, or be killed.”
“N-no.Please, I – please, d-don’t,” the boy nearly broke out into tears.Treuce was right…the boy was going to kill me if I didn’t get rid of him.Were humans just the same as Numbers?Humans…they actually had a heart verses Numbers who killed with no purpose.So how could I kill a human…when all I wanted to kill were –
“Kid!” Treuce yelled.
A stab pierced my stomach, shooting pain throughout the middle section of my body.My pulse…I could feel it surging throughout me, rushing to my wound.
Splash.
The boy’s head erupted and blood spat onto my face; I stumbled back and felt arms catch me under my armpits.Pain…I had never felt so much pain before…my hand felt my gut under my right rib where the knife was implanted deeply in me.My fingers soaked of a metallic liquid.It was…blood…my own blood!
“Suyo!” a high pitch scream rang from ahead of me.A woman flitted out a room farther down the hallway and a man pulled her back, yelling at her to return to the room they hid in earlier.I was still conscious…still alive…still…breathing…My breath, it was getting heavier.I felt like bricks were stacked onto my chest, causing my respiration to become louder and huskier.I had to stay alive!And that woman…she was probably going to kill me too.Treuce kept speaking to me and he held me up as my obsolete feet wobbled.My head dangled against his chest, and my arm rose determinedly, angling directly to the woman.Number or not…she was going to kill me, and I didn’t want to die yet; no, not yet.I didn’t kill humans, but I had no choice but to kill those who threatened my life.
Bam!
She clashed against the end of the hallway and her voice disappeared into thin air.
“No-no…no –” the man mourned, falling on his knees next to her.“Please…don’t do this…” he cried, embracing the woman with his arms.He was just like…his hand stroked her hair softly.Mom…Mom used to stroke my hair every night until I fell asleep.She used to hold me sometimes and sing, even though she said she didn’t have a good vocal.But I still…I still liked it anyway…
Another splash.
I flinched and broke out of my wistful memories.Treuce pushed me back onto my feet and I balanced myself, feeling a pang with every breath that came in and out of me, stretching my skin with every subtle movement.I couldn’t help but only endure the pain for now.
Abruptly, a quick shuffle dashed behind us.
“The only daughter is the Number!” Treuce exclaimed, tracking after her out the door into the cold eerie night.Treuce knew which person was the Number?It’s funny seeing the people freak out on ya anyway…what did he mean by that?Did Treuce…actually enjoy killing just like Numbers?My jaw locked, gnashing my teeth so I could barely hear them crack.Just go…just follow him!My fatigue legs pushed me forward and I managed to pick up a steady pace after Treuce, following him down a sidewalk.My feet trudged weightily against the cement, making the center of my head pulsate vigorously.I couldn’t let this pain overtake me!
I focused my sight on Treuce who turned a corner, and I imitated him.I caught my heavy breath, blinking plenty of times to keep my eyes open and aware of the scene.I wasn’t bleeding too much because the knife still remained in the same place, luckily.
I turned the corner and there they were.Treuce held the screaming girl’s collar with her thin stubby legs hanging midair, kicking him with her bare feet hopelessly.The image suddenly blurred into a blob of colors.
Focus…
The sound of my respiration blended with the girl’s cries, then tuning the wails out, and soon I could only hear myself breathing.
Stay focused…
“C’mon kid!Kill her before we get caught!Don’t just let her hang and cry for help!” Treuce scowled.The voice became clear to my ears, and the motions ahead of me became distinct again.Wait…cry for help?She was a Number and she was crying…callous killers don’t cry for help.
“Please, let me go!” she screeched.She was scared.It…was sacred.It had feelings…and a face, an identity, a character from within.It could scream and cry and it even had a…family…just like I once did.But I… I killed her mother, and now her family was dead.Dead…just like Mom.So who had I been killing all along, Numbers who had nothing to do with Mom’s death?
My teeth clenched and my vision blurred again; not from my loss of blood, but from tears that swelled in my eyes.
Had Dad tricked me all along?Had Digits been killing erratically whether the Numbers abused their powers or not?Or even worse, did the Numbers even know why they were killed?What had I been doing…all along?!
Hot tears streamed down my burning insensitive cheeks, and the excruciating pain disappeared.My hands trembled uncontrollably…not from fear, but from anger.I raised an arm slowly and my muscles tightened, releasing my fists into an open palm.And now, my eyes were focused on my target.There was no more vengeance for Mom anymore…this whole time I wasn’t avenging her, so now, who was I to do this for?
For me…yes, this is for me…
Bam!



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