Lightleonheart
Soldier 1st Class
“I’m a….monster?!” muttered the boy under his breath, his eyes and mouth wide open in disbelief. He then rubbed his forehead with his right index finger and thumb, just as he slowly shook his head. “I’m a clone? JUST WHO ARE YOU TAKING ME FOR, OLD MAN?! That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard!” Zack quickly rose to his feet and was madly staring at the man in front of him.
“And all this! This has to be some kind of bad dream, some stupid illusion! I’m probably going mad and that’s the reason I’m the only one that can see you!” Zack was yelling at the top of his lungs, his angry face kept on staring at the man. “YOU…ARE…NOT…REAL!” Zack was now inches from his mirror image, yelling at him straight at the man’s face whose expression was stern.
The only reply he got form the man was a punch straight to the gut that made him back off a couple of inches, blood leaking out of the boy’s mouth.
“I’m an illusion, huh? Illusion? Me?” The man had gotten back to his feet, his open palms were now fists that hung to either side of his body. “ARE YOU DUMB?! CAN’T YOU SEE THERE’S A REASON TO WHY YOU’RE THE ONLY ONE THAT CAN SEE ME?!"
The man dashed to the place the boy had fallen and proceeded to grab him by his shirt, raising the kid back up. Hate and anger had now covering the black knight’s face.
*BGM: Ayaka – Why (CCFFVII MIX)* (click on the name of the song…that’ll take you to a youtube link where you can listen to the song online
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“I’M YOU, YOU IDIOT!” the man was now yelling at the top of his lungs.
“I’m a frickin’ part of you! Sharing the same body!” The man let go of the boy, who fell back to the ground, landing on his bottoms.
“The sons of b*tches that started the project, made you using MY cells, giving you all the genetic information about me…and of my powers. Those power-hungry bast*rds…that was the only thing they wanted! My power! They created you in order to use you as exactly that: a weapon for mass destruction! And yet, something happened. Something that put a stop to their plans! Somehow, a part of the real deal had made it to the mind of the copy…
That wouldn’t have been too much of a hassle…but they feared me for what I could do if I ever found out what they’ve been doing! That’s why, in order to keep me locked up, they created you!” He pointed his fist towards the still-sitting boy, who kept on staring at the fuming man.
“Don’t you see? All those memories you have… they’re not real! Those were created in order to put a stop on me gaining control of the body, of THE BODY created using MY cells!”
“My memories are not a lie!” yelled the boy, raising himself back to his feet. “They’re real! As real as they can get!”
“Oh really? Well, then tell me something……kid” muttered the man, angrily. “Tell me what your parent’s names were?”
“….”
“Oh, don’t know? Then how about what they were like? How did they get to know each other?” Again, there was no response from the boy who kept on staring at the man with a defiant look on his eyes, not wanting to believe whatever he was being told.
“Cat got your tongue, huh? Well, tell me about your friends then! What are their names? How are they like?...Where do you study? Huh? HUH?!”
“I…”
“Don’t know? Of course you wouldn’t know! And do you want to know why? Because your memories are fake! And because they’re incomplete! Those power-hungry sons of b*tches didn’t even care to complete the memory-creation process because they considered you a failure! Just like the others!” The boy was slowly stepping away, shaking his head slowly, and denying everything that man was telling him.
“No… No! That can’t be…”
“True? Oh yes it is! You were an utter failure, kid! Just like your brothers! Oh, wait! Did you think you were my only clone? Well, guess again! WRONG! You were the first one to be born alive! Unlike your other 99 ‘brothers’”
“…99….?!” The boy was barely even able to speak. His back had come across something big and hard: a tree. He tried to back away, to escape from that place or else he’d… he’d lose himself. He didn’t want to hear any more of those— lies! They had to be lies! And yet, for some reason, they seemed true…
“Yes, kid. You were the 100th clone! And the very first to show any signs of being alive! Took them 20 long years but they finally figured out how to make them live…” The man looked away for the first time with a pained expression, clenching his fists harder than ever.
“The bastards…. They used my sister for their experiments! They implanted you into her womb and nine months later, voila! A happy clone-kid was born.” He stared at the boy with an angry face. “You disgust me, ‘brother’. Or should I call you ‘son’?”
The boy was no longer speaking. His mind and body had frozen completely. He felt empty inside, alone, weak. All this time he’d thought he had been living happily with his family, having fun with his friends, learning stuff at school. Everything, all his memories, those happy and sad moments in his life… were they all nothing more than a complete lie? If that were the case then, who was he? If memories and the events were the thing that shaped you then who was he? He who had nothing at all but fake memories?
“Yes kid. You see, by trying to erase me with those fake memories, they tried to keep you tame, to be able to control you. Those bastards tried to erase the real Zack….while at the same time they gave shape to another one that they could easily control. Don’t you see it, the irony? You said I was the illusion! But kid, in reality… it is YOU WHO ARE THE ILLUSION! It is YOU that shouldn’t exist! It is YOU that was created out of lies!”
“No….way…” The kid slowly fell to the floor, his back still pressed against the trunk of the tree. He didn’t dare to raise his head and hid his downcast face between his legs and wept silently. He felt sick… he didn’t deserve to be alive. No, he wasn’t alive after all. He didn’t exist to begin with. A whole existence that had been made up by others, just to satisfy their egos… Those dear memories of his, of him having fun with his friends, of him kissing his mother and father…lies! Everything that shaped his whole being, his essence… those things hadn’t existed at all. Nothing more than illusions. The boy no longer felt like living anymore—
No, better said, the ‘boy’ was no longer alive. He had never been. He had been nothing more than an empty shell, living the life he had been programmed to live. His will was gone, his shattered mind no longer tried to understand that what had happened. He was nothing more than a chimera, a figment of someone else’s imagination, something that shouldn’t have existed in the first place: a monster.
The black-armored man slowly walked to the place where the ‘freak’ was sitting; the kid was staring at the ground with empty eyes. The man had promised himself he’d tell the boy the whole truth, but the kid, as the man had expected, was handling it much better than he thought.
“Kid, there’s something we can do to make things right.” The man was now standing an inch or two in front of the boy and had extended his right hand towards ‘Zack’ but the boy didn’t take it. He was lost in his own world. The man grinned and put his hand on the boy’s head. "We still have lots of things to do"
On that very instant, a blackish light surrounded them both, forming a perfect circle around them and raising several feet towards the dark heavens. The ‘light’ swirled rapidly, forming some kind of immaterial typhoon that seemed to suck everything inside. Moments later, the tornado stopped and Zack’s body fell from the sky, his ice-cold eyes staring at the grim world that stood around him. Grinning, the brunette summoned his Keyblade, a blue-bladed sword covered in bandages that emitted an eerie glow: The Tenebrex. It was on that very same day that the fantasy known as ‘Zack Hunter’ had ceased to exist…
(OOC: Sorry bout the uber long post! This makes a series of 3 consecutive uber-long posts!!! Yaaaaay! Lol, this is my last long post in a while ( I hope) I'm really happy about how this one turned out, was almost crying towards the end of this post! Hope you liked it (and I hope it wasn't too much drama xD)
“And all this! This has to be some kind of bad dream, some stupid illusion! I’m probably going mad and that’s the reason I’m the only one that can see you!” Zack was yelling at the top of his lungs, his angry face kept on staring at the man. “YOU…ARE…NOT…REAL!” Zack was now inches from his mirror image, yelling at him straight at the man’s face whose expression was stern.
The only reply he got form the man was a punch straight to the gut that made him back off a couple of inches, blood leaking out of the boy’s mouth.
“I’m an illusion, huh? Illusion? Me?” The man had gotten back to his feet, his open palms were now fists that hung to either side of his body. “ARE YOU DUMB?! CAN’T YOU SEE THERE’S A REASON TO WHY YOU’RE THE ONLY ONE THAT CAN SEE ME?!"
The man dashed to the place the boy had fallen and proceeded to grab him by his shirt, raising the kid back up. Hate and anger had now covering the black knight’s face.
*BGM: Ayaka – Why (CCFFVII MIX)* (click on the name of the song…that’ll take you to a youtube link where you can listen to the song online
*“I’M YOU, YOU IDIOT!” the man was now yelling at the top of his lungs.
“I’m a frickin’ part of you! Sharing the same body!” The man let go of the boy, who fell back to the ground, landing on his bottoms.
“The sons of b*tches that started the project, made you using MY cells, giving you all the genetic information about me…and of my powers. Those power-hungry bast*rds…that was the only thing they wanted! My power! They created you in order to use you as exactly that: a weapon for mass destruction! And yet, something happened. Something that put a stop to their plans! Somehow, a part of the real deal had made it to the mind of the copy…
That wouldn’t have been too much of a hassle…but they feared me for what I could do if I ever found out what they’ve been doing! That’s why, in order to keep me locked up, they created you!” He pointed his fist towards the still-sitting boy, who kept on staring at the fuming man.
“Don’t you see? All those memories you have… they’re not real! Those were created in order to put a stop on me gaining control of the body, of THE BODY created using MY cells!”
“My memories are not a lie!” yelled the boy, raising himself back to his feet. “They’re real! As real as they can get!”
“Oh really? Well, then tell me something……kid” muttered the man, angrily. “Tell me what your parent’s names were?”
“….”
“Oh, don’t know? Then how about what they were like? How did they get to know each other?” Again, there was no response from the boy who kept on staring at the man with a defiant look on his eyes, not wanting to believe whatever he was being told.
“Cat got your tongue, huh? Well, tell me about your friends then! What are their names? How are they like?...Where do you study? Huh? HUH?!”
“I…”
“Don’t know? Of course you wouldn’t know! And do you want to know why? Because your memories are fake! And because they’re incomplete! Those power-hungry sons of b*tches didn’t even care to complete the memory-creation process because they considered you a failure! Just like the others!” The boy was slowly stepping away, shaking his head slowly, and denying everything that man was telling him.
“No… No! That can’t be…”
“True? Oh yes it is! You were an utter failure, kid! Just like your brothers! Oh, wait! Did you think you were my only clone? Well, guess again! WRONG! You were the first one to be born alive! Unlike your other 99 ‘brothers’”
“…99….?!” The boy was barely even able to speak. His back had come across something big and hard: a tree. He tried to back away, to escape from that place or else he’d… he’d lose himself. He didn’t want to hear any more of those— lies! They had to be lies! And yet, for some reason, they seemed true…
“Yes, kid. You were the 100th clone! And the very first to show any signs of being alive! Took them 20 long years but they finally figured out how to make them live…” The man looked away for the first time with a pained expression, clenching his fists harder than ever.
“The bastards…. They used my sister for their experiments! They implanted you into her womb and nine months later, voila! A happy clone-kid was born.” He stared at the boy with an angry face. “You disgust me, ‘brother’. Or should I call you ‘son’?”
The boy was no longer speaking. His mind and body had frozen completely. He felt empty inside, alone, weak. All this time he’d thought he had been living happily with his family, having fun with his friends, learning stuff at school. Everything, all his memories, those happy and sad moments in his life… were they all nothing more than a complete lie? If that were the case then, who was he? If memories and the events were the thing that shaped you then who was he? He who had nothing at all but fake memories?
“Yes kid. You see, by trying to erase me with those fake memories, they tried to keep you tame, to be able to control you. Those bastards tried to erase the real Zack….while at the same time they gave shape to another one that they could easily control. Don’t you see it, the irony? You said I was the illusion! But kid, in reality… it is YOU WHO ARE THE ILLUSION! It is YOU that shouldn’t exist! It is YOU that was created out of lies!”
“No….way…” The kid slowly fell to the floor, his back still pressed against the trunk of the tree. He didn’t dare to raise his head and hid his downcast face between his legs and wept silently. He felt sick… he didn’t deserve to be alive. No, he wasn’t alive after all. He didn’t exist to begin with. A whole existence that had been made up by others, just to satisfy their egos… Those dear memories of his, of him having fun with his friends, of him kissing his mother and father…lies! Everything that shaped his whole being, his essence… those things hadn’t existed at all. Nothing more than illusions. The boy no longer felt like living anymore—
No, better said, the ‘boy’ was no longer alive. He had never been. He had been nothing more than an empty shell, living the life he had been programmed to live. His will was gone, his shattered mind no longer tried to understand that what had happened. He was nothing more than a chimera, a figment of someone else’s imagination, something that shouldn’t have existed in the first place: a monster.
The black-armored man slowly walked to the place where the ‘freak’ was sitting; the kid was staring at the ground with empty eyes. The man had promised himself he’d tell the boy the whole truth, but the kid, as the man had expected, was handling it much better than he thought.
“Kid, there’s something we can do to make things right.” The man was now standing an inch or two in front of the boy and had extended his right hand towards ‘Zack’ but the boy didn’t take it. He was lost in his own world. The man grinned and put his hand on the boy’s head. "We still have lots of things to do"
On that very instant, a blackish light surrounded them both, forming a perfect circle around them and raising several feet towards the dark heavens. The ‘light’ swirled rapidly, forming some kind of immaterial typhoon that seemed to suck everything inside. Moments later, the tornado stopped and Zack’s body fell from the sky, his ice-cold eyes staring at the grim world that stood around him. Grinning, the brunette summoned his Keyblade, a blue-bladed sword covered in bandages that emitted an eerie glow: The Tenebrex. It was on that very same day that the fantasy known as ‘Zack Hunter’ had ceased to exist…
(OOC: Sorry bout the uber long post! This makes a series of 3 consecutive uber-long posts!!! Yaaaaay! Lol, this is my last long post in a while ( I hope
) I'm really happy about how this one turned out, was almost crying towards the end of this post! Hope you liked it (and I hope it wasn't too much drama xD)
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