The Delta Journals: File Three
#1 of The Delta Journals
The Delta Journal's
{{{{After a long break, ridding my sickness, and personal problems of life.
I present the third file of the delta journals. Enjoy. }}}}
.......Day thirty............................. Unknown,??? , CoRrupTed FiLe! ..........
...........Journal Entry Three...........
.........Verbally Spoken Entry......
........Recorded by.....Subject Number 231213
.... Unable to Project Image of Speaker ....Correction....Fuzzy image Found....being scrubbed...
.....Incapable of scrubbing...Removal of fuzzy image? Y/N?....
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.....Image retained....
...... Age of User....Nine Earth Years of Age.....
.......Translation into English from.....CoRRupted FILe! ....
Today we learned archery; I was one of the strongest at least physically in my small group so I used the seven hundred pound bow. It's pretty simple, at least for me. I see the wind itself after all, for now we're practicing on what seems to be more people. It was difficult at first to pin them down since they moved quite fast. Now I have the hang of it, I even gutted one of them to prove who was the best of us since most of the other kids don't think I'm that powerful. After pinning one in a tree and ripping his stomach open with my hands.
{Fast forward unknown amount of time}
Today we had the test of skill. I won of course, although in a unorthodox way. You see I made a bet with the instructor I couldn't hit the wings of a fly that was sitting on the rump of a deer, retrieve said fly without startling the deer, and give him the fly. I grabbed my bow and raced up a tree while the instructor went up his opposite of mine.
I shot five arrows; they all clanked against each other in the woods while the wind picked up. My arrow I intended hit the fly and imbedded itself in the ground. Afterwards, I snuck down, moved through the tail overgrown grass and retrieved the fly off the ground. Then I snuck back, and then up the instructor's tree, after I placed the fly on his shoulder I hopped off the tree. He nearly fell in surprise. After all, I am...
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La Valupe.
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.......File unlocked....Report by The Director....
.....Audio Translated to English from French.....
.....Image projected.....{ A tall middle-aged man stands still with his hands behind his back. He is dressed in what looks like an extremely expensive suit. His gray-brown hair just covers his ears up, his grayish blue eyes stare into the camera extensively. It feels as if he is looking right at you, not only that but through you.}
A report on the boy? Not on the training in general this time? Ah I see, your interest in him is well factored. Yes I know furball. Yes, yes you are a damned house cat. Fine, I do expect a little extra since I'm making a extra report on the boy from now on and a little bonus since right now you simply want to hear about the little demonic child.
Yes he mastered the bow, well enough to shoot several arrows, pinpointing via wind and hitting the wings off a fly at one thousand yards. All in quick succession of course. He also showed already prominent skills in stealth as he took the fly after leaving the bounds of the perimeter we told that damned instructor to not let them leave. We almost shot the little bastard with a XIT 33 Intermediate Ballistic Shredding Missile from space!
What the reason we didn't shoot? He turned around, that was all. We are very careful to get the situation understood before performing a bombing on our precious test subjects. After all we don't know yet if we can use them. Although at the least we can use the demon child. Oh, his kill count now? It's risen to a hundred-twenty-four. Yes he's killed more than most of your service members...Right, they're not yours. Hah. We both control them all the same. Regardless, the only other thing of note is the next training exercise which is going to begin in ballistic firearms. Yes I know their becoming ancient, but hey why not? You never know how useful they might be. Personally I carried both kinds back in the day. Not anymore of course. Anyway, last thing.
The other kids call him...
{Unable to break encryption...}
...It means he's clever and very dangerous. I'm sure you know about what those generally are. Correct?
Goodbye.
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