Father
#9 of An Assassin of my Heart
Author's Notes:
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Father
"Welcome..." Came a slow, wheezing call from the shadows. "I have waited...for so..long.....
Son."
Son?
"Are you comeplety within the definition of Ignorant?" I heard scuttling footsteps of the organism who was speaking unto me. I clutched the knife on my inside coat pocket. As soon as I see you, your dead you hacking all fool.
"You still use those damn knives, hand made right? Hah! I pondered why the police could not trace them to a shop, and that answer seemed sufficient. But to police, they think any craft, such as making knives, is impossible." The old man reveal himself, a red mustache, thick,dark goggles, and a long, filthy lab coat were what I first noticed. I also noticed his slightest limp, and then, his smile.
It was warm, and somehow, comforting. I could feel pride in his eyes, and he gave off a sense of tragedy resolved in this small instant. He came to me about to hug me, and I could not move, my face stuck in awe of him...Where had I seen this man before, where is it I know him?
"You're a convict!" I yelled, jumping from his grasp, pointing my finger at him for a reason I did not know. "You-I saw you, your older, and wrinkled, but you are the same man I saw in my memories, my dreams, where I tasted metalic blood...and again, I saw her...
His eyes filled with tears as I spoke of that memory. His head looked at the ground, as if to search for a way out though the ground upon which we stood. "Shadow, I created you generically. You are built to be the supreme body guard for my grand daughter, that is, or was rather, your life's purpose. And, by her will and choice, you lived over her."
"What do you mean? I-we...I thought that she was killed due to my ignorence, that the helicopter was asssaulted by the enemy country." I said, shocked at his words. How...how could she have willed herself to die?
"Bah!" Declared the elder, his eyes darted back at me as he explained, "It was not the enemy country, it was our own government." WHAT!? "The Firm, the original company at least, was becoming to popular, and easily exceeded the government's own influence on the people. The government has always oppressed them, but The Firm wanted to make them happier, to be free, even if it meant only giving them the change to be happy."
"But, The Firm is in complete control now. And the government knows that but they constantly deny it. They say The Firm is gone and they are the ones making all these actions."
"Again I say, Bah!" The shady figure of a 'father' said to me, "The top official of the government himself had a brother in The Firm. He just so happened to be the right hand man of my granddaughter, Maria. He knew that if he killed Maria, the government would have complete control."
"But The Firm always acts against the government, they are conflicting super powers, if they had a common interest, why differ?" I asked, bombarding him with questions, baffled that I fell for so many of history's lies.
"You." Replied the man.
"Me?"
"Don't you see, you did something I never thought possible. You had emotions, and could feel them. You are like a truly leaving being: you think, you touch, you learn, you love, and you can be loved. And since you had fallen for Maria, they feared what you would do should you find out. And once they came up with that history bullarkey, they fussed over one last detail. Who would keep you?"
My mind was now fully awake. I remembered everything perfectly, my creation. I open my blood red eyes and I then see water around me, and a blue tinted window. I see a man, and I just know his name is Gerald. He is writing in a notebook. I started to hate the wetness and slammed the glass with my fist. Water poured out from the now shattered glass. I looked at myself, and take notes on my appearance. The other scientist ran, but Gerald stayed by my side. He slammed me over the head and told me it was wrong and rude of me to break the glass, that I should have waited patiently to be let out. I told him that I disliked the wetness, and refused to be in it again. He replied "You'll dry."
I stood in the enormous office, watching everything and everyone in the office. Maria was going over her paperwork, sigining some, throwing out others. She turned to me and said, "You know, I don't mind if you take a break, or sit down...I know Grandfather Gerald said otherwise, but he is dead and you should obey me." He logic seemed reasonable, why should I not talk to her? Why should I see her in her most personal times, and not utter a word unto her. Advice I could offer? NO. It is her life, and she must live it. I can only intervene in moments of life and death.
Suddenly, the doors burst fourth and a man who is holding a baby in his arms and a gun in the other. Maria, this baby's life is your to choose. You...you are ruining our control over the people, and now you must choose. You die for this baby, or you live for the people with the one as a sacrifice. I knew her words before they left her mouth, "Leave the little be and shoot me." She stood up tall, and proud. She was really ready to die for this infant.
The gun blasted and metal flew advertently between the bullet and Maria. "Idiot." I commented as time seemed to freeze around me. I ran over to the shooter and switched the gun to point at his face. He was about to shoot rapidlly, and would shoot his own brains out. I took the baby from his uncaring arms and brought it over to Maria, who knowingly, had already cradled her arms for it. Time suddenly ressumed when I reached my starting point. The blood stain took five days to get up.
"My creation, do not forget this, I love you."
"I love you too Gerald."
He began to walk away, writhing into the dungeon from which he came. I then said, "Gerald." He stopped for a moment to heed my words.
"How did you fake your death to give Maria her starting money?"
"I told the government to say I died of a stroke and give Maria the money, but in return, I had to donate my life to working for them. I always wanted the best for Maria, and you."
The dungeon faded with him and the office replaced the evacuating space. I walked through the cubicles to my office. I found a letter on my desk. It had no return address, but I opened it anyway. It read:
Shadow, see you at home soon. I have a surprise for you. And trust me, it is something we will both thoroughly enjoy.
With (a little...lol) Love,
Sonic!
A/N: I admit it, this one chapter came out a helluva lot different than I wanted. But alas, I have no regrets for it. The last chapter is looking to be one long mother fucker....if I decide to include every piece of storyline. Oh well. Start sending, asking, posting questions for this story cause they will be answered in the epilogue. Hope you like. Ltr.
I would still like someone who is willing to make me a cover for this, that A/n is not out dated!!!!