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A young man ran down a metallic hallway. His footsteps echoing with every step. His dirty blonde hair flowed with the wind as his green eyes lit up with the fluorescent lights. He took a quick left, making his way to his destination. He wasn't expecting to run into someone almost his own age. Slamming with such force he brought the person to the ground as well. He yelped as he laid on the cool ground. The light above him seemed to mock at his pain. His head had connected directly with the other, which he had sworn echoed in the metal rooms. The next thing the blond knew, he got a kick on his bum. He lifted his head up to finally see his victim. His eyes widened when he saw the person in front of him.
A redheaded man, somewhere in his early twenties, held his head. A look of annoyance graced his soft features. The younger man almost blushed at his gawking. "Oi, what do you think you're doing? This isn't a playground."
He pushed himself up, rubbing his head. The younger man now looked up at him, still awe struck. "Wha?"
The man looked down at him, giving him his hand. The younger boy took it readily. It shocked him to see how strong he was, considering he looked quite delinquent. "I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention and.."
"Why are you running so fast?"
The younger man stuttered. "There was a meeting I'm supposed to be at." He looked down, getting nervous. He looked up when he heard the man laugh.
"You mean the hiring meeting right?" The younger man nodded.
"Yeah, that one…"
"Oh, you're an hour late. We had daylight savings yesterday." The blond man's green eyes freaked out as he started to panic.
"What? I missed it. Oh no, how will I get a job now? Being late like that. I, I…" He started ranting till the man started laughing again. A reassuring hand rested on his head.
"Don't worry about it, you're hired already." The boy looked up, bewildered.
"Wait, what? How?" The redhead winked at him. Sticking his thumb at himself.
"I'm your boss kid, I read your papers. Your Jeremy Higg's right?"
Jeremy nodded his head very energetically, then he looked very confused. "Wait, you're my what?"
The older man smiled, gesturing for them to start waking. "I read your papers, you're the top of your class. You became a college student at age 13, and…."
Jeremy got over excited. "And what?" The man smiled.
"And, I can see you doing great things for this company. A new mind, for this old organization. I want you to help me take this company further than anyone else can."
Jeremy blinked. "How can I do that? I'm still considered a child. I can't even drink legally yet." His new boss smiled. "Rules are meant to be broken, after all you already broke quite a few. Care to guess how many?" Jeremy looked down at the ground, counting all the rules he was breaking. Sleeping in, not properly dressed, his energetic attitude, being late for a job, running over his new boss. Not saying sorry for doing so.
"Uh six, no wait seven? Ah, sorry about hitting you." He also counted his speech.
The man smiled. Resting his hand once again on the boys head. "No, just one major one."
The boy started to freak. "Which one is the major one?"
The redhead put a finger on his lips. "That, Jeremy, is a secret."
Jeremy looked confused. His boss was an interesting character. The redhead started to walk faster again, leaving the confused boy to drag behind. Then Jeremy shot up, and started running to catch up.
"Hey wait? I don't even know your name, Boss man."
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"I killed someone very close to you, didn't I? Is that why you have awoken?"
"He was like a little brother to me."
"You're being kind."
"To him, I was, to everyone else, I was a demon."
" Why a demon to everyone else? Was it because you experimented on people?"
"No, it was because I dragged people down to hell with me."
"Why did you care for him?
"He didn't know who I was."
"So, he was your heaven?"
"He was my only link."
"To what?"
"To my humanity."
*
run_program.exe
88 held his damaged body. He was getting slower. The bombardment of attacks left him physically damaged but the mental damage he was receiving was taking a toll more. 88 heard voices in the distance, so he had to find a quick place to hide. 88 silently jumped up behind a pillar corner. His eyes glanced down at the three people, they narrowed. Clare was walking with Will, whose leg was drenched in blood. The man behind them, made 88's cold blood boil. 88 waited for Will and Clare to pass him by before jumping in between the three.
Dr. Ackell didn't look surprised when the redhead showed up before him. Will and Clare looked back.
"88…" Will turned with the help of Clare.
"You two get out of here." 88 had his back to the two. Clare nodded as she pressed forward, moving at a quicker pace.
Dr. Ackell's eyes set on 88, momentarily forgetting the other two living beings in the room. "My, the last time I saw you was when you became re-started."
88 turned his head. "I don't remember you from that. I do recall you from before."
Dr. Ackell smiled softly. "From before? You mean your former self?"
88's eye became angered. "I recall fragments."
Dr. Ackell steadied his gun on the damaged model. His calm expression didn't portray anything. "Fragment? Do you not recall then why you agreed to do this."
"Agreed? Who would agree to this." 88 yelled. Dr. Ackell put his gun away. He turned, taking a step back.
"You agreed to it." His voice was that of sympathy.
"What?" 88 held his damaged arm, not sure where this man was getting at.
"I took pity on you only because I was the main cause of it."
"It?" 88 leaned on a pillar. That "It" was someone close to both him and Ackell, but what of 88.
"Yes, it. Your dear sweet sister." Dr. Ackell opened his arms wide. "With her death, it was the start of it all."
88 looked down at the ground, letting the man pass him by. Dr. Ackell made his way to the long corridor. 88 moved slowly behind him. 88 looked around him noticing that he was in the 00 corridor.
The giant room, bigger than that of his holding containment. This whole room contained computers of all shapes and sizes. In the center held the Model number 00 in a spear. 88 let his eyes fall on a dead man's body. It left an uneasy feeling on him. The man was someone to him, someone to 00 as well.
"My father. My killer. My creator." 88 mused.
Dr. Ackell smiled. "Ah, yes. That man. I killed him. His usefulness was long overdue."
88 walked over the dead man's body. "You killed him?" Was whispered. Dr. Ackell walked over to the main computer, typing away in his glee. "Let me tell you 88. That man gave you an order to kill the user who altered your chip."
"Who was he?" 88 knew that answer, but still could not place a name.
"Jeremy I believe. Such a young child in this organization. He had dreams, which had turned into a nightmare."
"By my original self?"
Dr. Ackell smiled. "I guess so. It's a shame that Jeremy did die. He could have been useful at a time like this."
88 fell to his knees before the man he once called father. Anger had mixed in with gratitude. The man before him gave 88 a life he shouldn't have. After all, that man did kill his son.
88 turned his head to the sound of an opening container. Liquid ran out of its opening, flooding the area around them. The blood that once pooled below was now a muddled pink. 88 stayed, unmoving.
Dr. Ackell had other plans. "Now that she is free, I need to finish loose ends. I'll just follow the trail." Hinting that note as Clare and Will.
88 ignored the man's ramblings. Before him stood a naked woman. Her red fiery hair covered her face, trailing on the floor behind her. One eye fixated on 88 and the dead man behind him. She walked forward with such grace, as if gravity was non-existent. Dr. Ackell smiled at his creation. He walked over, slowly to her. He took off his lab coat, placing it around her bare shoulders. Her ivory skin seemed to mesh with the white coat.
"Oh, good evening Sarah." The older man brushed the red hair out of Sarah's face. Black markings of 00, tattooed below her left eye. Sarah didn't acknowledge the man touching her. Dr. Ackell became a little unnerved "Sarah, why won't you speak with me? Are you still mad at what I said to you. If it makes you happy, I can say it if you want." He got in front of Sarah, blocking her view of 88. Dr. Ackell rested his hand on Sarah's shoulders and smiled. "I love yo….?!"
88 looked on in horror. The man in front of him was no more. The model number 00, Sarah, had slaughtered him. It wasn't the death that startled him but the killing. There were no visible weapons. Dr. Ackell had been standing, then he was ripped apart. No scream, no action, just pieces. The water 88 was kneeling in was now crimson red, no longer the shade of pink. 88 looked up, fear was welling up inside him. The woman, Sarah, 00, walked closer to him. 88 stayed unmoving, covered in blood. The once pristine white coat was painted in vibrant red.
The newly awakened model walked passed 88, to the dead red headed man. She kneeled down, letting Dr. Ackell's blood fall off her. She lifted his head, resting it on her lap. "Good morning Papa." She spoke childishly. "Look I am awake now." She started to hum a song.
88 let a breath go, not knowing why he had even held one to begin with. The woman before him was familiar but it wasn't her. It wasn't the kind and loving person he, no, his other self knew. 88 didn't look back at the girl cradling her father's head. "You're not Sarah are you?"
The humming that echoed in the room, stopped. 88 was starting to feel pressure on his back. "That man called me that too. I hate that name. My name is…." 00 stopped speaking. A realization overcame her. She looked down at her father. "Hey daddy, what is my name? You said you would tell me when I wake up. I want to know my name." 00 spoke happily, not knowing the true effect of what was going on. 88 spoke.
"He's dead. The man you killed shot him."
"Dead? Then he can be brought back. Then daddy will call my name." 88 finally turned and looked at the girl. Her young features, told of lost innocence. She looked at him with a green pleading eye. A familiar face, but different soul. A pain shot in 88's body, as a memory of the boy he once called Jeremy. How it pained him now to know that it was he who killed someone close to himself. Having that want to bring the dead back to life was human.
"No, he can not come back. He won't be your Papa."
00 yelled. "You're lying. Daddy told me the dead can be brought back. He told me while I was sleeping." 00 leaned over the man, holding him close. "He told me I have a brother who will protect me." 00 held the dead man tighter. 88 flinched when he heard snapping bones. "He said I would live happily ever after."
88 stood up, bringing his hand out. His blade extended. Damaged, but capable of killing. His body creaked with movement. 00 looked up at 88. The smile on her face, mashed with her falling tears. "Where is my happiness?"
"He lied. There is no such thing." 00's eyes went cold, as 88 swung his arm down. Her eyes locked with his gray ones.
"Justice?" The blade stopped an inch from her neck. 88 looked down at her in shock, eyes widened.
"What?"
00 then smiled. It was a smile of bitterness and trickery. In a flash, 88 felt a hot pain move threw his left eye. A bullet was shot from 00. She had taken the gun from Dr. Ackell from the moment she had killed him. 88 fell backwards, hitting the water and making a splash. With his right eye, 88 looked up at the blaring light. That light was overshadowed by 00.
"He told me that name. The name of my brother. I remember my brother. You are not my brother." She stood over him, trumpeting her victory. She put the gun up to his only eye, pulled the trigger. To her anger, it clicked. "Oh well. I guess I will kill you like I did that man." Her smile was that to match the devils. Her attention was driven by a scream. It was a janitor. The new arrival had pleased 00, making her forget 88 in his status. The janitor started to run away with 00 following behind him. Her enjoyment of the chase would make her awaking, a bloody one. 00 started humming a song she heard long ago while she was asleep. The song echoed in the room. 88 looked up at the light, lost in a daze. That song was something to him. It made what was left of his heart, feel pain. The memory of that song, that little hum, made his world fall into white. In the white, a memory passed his way.
"Jeremy, sing that song just for me."
A red headed man glanced over at the youth. Jeremy smiled, as he walked his way over to him.
"Who else would I sing it to if it wasn't for you, Justice?"
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*
"I killed someone very close to you, didn't I? Is that why you have awoken?"
"He was like a little brother to me."
"You're being kind."
"To him, I was, to everyone else, I was a demon."
" Why a demon to everyone else? Was it because you experimented on people?"
"No, it was because I dragged people down to hell with me."
"Why did you care for him?
"He didn't know who I was."
"So, he was your heaven?"
"He was my only link."
"To what?"
"To my humanity."
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"And now you're a human?"
"I abandoned it the moment I took him along."
*