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19 years ago
This is a bit from my character A.L.T.A.'s next story that I'm working on. The working title is GeneTechs. Basically the synopsis is that A.L.T.A. has been put in charge of a new branch of MI6 that were created by a company called Genetech. The same company that was responsible for A.L.T.A.'s abilities.
In this segment, A.L.T.A. is meeting his new charges and getting to know them a bit. While speaking telepathically with a silent character named Amerigo, the antihero, Guillame Sullivan decides to show the chip on his shoulder. So here goes:
"Not to interrupt ze akward silence, but what are you doing?" The cat said.
I broke my telepathic link and looked to him. "I was talking with him, and you did interrupt." I looked down at my dossier. "You must be Guillame Sullivan. I have quite a bit of information on you. Mostly your record of write-ups and times in the stockade." I looked up at him. "Care to comment on that, lad?"
"I don't like being ordered around." He said with sneer.
"If that's so, then I think you've picked the wrong profession."
He stood and slapped his paws on the table. "None of us wanted to work here! We are all freaks rejected by society!" He unsheathed his claws and growled. "I refused to be ordered against my will!"
"That's not true, Will." James said. "I joined willingly, as did Amerigo."
"Shut up you American pig!" Sullivan spat at James. "Not all of us were given a choice."
"I wasn't but I'm not complaining." Kelvin said. "The alterative is twenty years in a military prison."
Sullivan turned to me. "I refuse to take orders from you. Put me in the stockade if you want, but I warn you." He growled and was ensconsed in light. His fur slowly turned into a light colored wood and he held up his fists. "I'll take your teeth with me."
"That's enough, Sullivan. Sit down." I leafed through my dossier. "Now, I should inform you of my abilities so we can see how we'll work together..."
"Don't ignore me!" Sullivan yelled. He slammed his fist down on the table, breaking it in half. "I'm stronger than you, smarter than you and I've suffered more than you could imagine!" He held up his fists and ran at me. I held out my paw and lifted him with my telekinesis. He flailed about in the air, but i held firm.
"If you're done with your tantrum, I was about to tell you about my abilities. I am a psychic. I can read minds, speak telepathically, move things with my mind and make fire out of thin air. In Glasgow I was the lone operative of the branch known as the Psi Ops." I glared at the wooden cat floating in the air. "As for suffering, you don't know the meaning of it. For 35 years I've lived in the basement of the MI6 office, with no pay and no outside interaction. I was born into her majesty's service and they've been putting me under the knife since the day I was born. I was beaten, abused, ostracized and ignored all my life. The closest thing I had to a friend was murdered by my commanding officer. Don't you ever fucking say you've suffered more than me." Sullivan averted his gaze, trying to avoid my burning stare.
"So if you're ready, we need to continue." I lowered him to the ground and sat in my chair.
I hope you liked it. I'm just a little unsure of how it plays out and i want to get some general opinions if I could please. :3
Thank you very kindly.
In this segment, A.L.T.A. is meeting his new charges and getting to know them a bit. While speaking telepathically with a silent character named Amerigo, the antihero, Guillame Sullivan decides to show the chip on his shoulder. So here goes:
"Not to interrupt ze akward silence, but what are you doing?" The cat said.
I broke my telepathic link and looked to him. "I was talking with him, and you did interrupt." I looked down at my dossier. "You must be Guillame Sullivan. I have quite a bit of information on you. Mostly your record of write-ups and times in the stockade." I looked up at him. "Care to comment on that, lad?"
"I don't like being ordered around." He said with sneer.
"If that's so, then I think you've picked the wrong profession."
He stood and slapped his paws on the table. "None of us wanted to work here! We are all freaks rejected by society!" He unsheathed his claws and growled. "I refused to be ordered against my will!"
"That's not true, Will." James said. "I joined willingly, as did Amerigo."
"Shut up you American pig!" Sullivan spat at James. "Not all of us were given a choice."
"I wasn't but I'm not complaining." Kelvin said. "The alterative is twenty years in a military prison."
Sullivan turned to me. "I refuse to take orders from you. Put me in the stockade if you want, but I warn you." He growled and was ensconsed in light. His fur slowly turned into a light colored wood and he held up his fists. "I'll take your teeth with me."
"That's enough, Sullivan. Sit down." I leafed through my dossier. "Now, I should inform you of my abilities so we can see how we'll work together..."
"Don't ignore me!" Sullivan yelled. He slammed his fist down on the table, breaking it in half. "I'm stronger than you, smarter than you and I've suffered more than you could imagine!" He held up his fists and ran at me. I held out my paw and lifted him with my telekinesis. He flailed about in the air, but i held firm.
"If you're done with your tantrum, I was about to tell you about my abilities. I am a psychic. I can read minds, speak telepathically, move things with my mind and make fire out of thin air. In Glasgow I was the lone operative of the branch known as the Psi Ops." I glared at the wooden cat floating in the air. "As for suffering, you don't know the meaning of it. For 35 years I've lived in the basement of the MI6 office, with no pay and no outside interaction. I was born into her majesty's service and they've been putting me under the knife since the day I was born. I was beaten, abused, ostracized and ignored all my life. The closest thing I had to a friend was murdered by my commanding officer. Don't you ever fucking say you've suffered more than me." Sullivan averted his gaze, trying to avoid my burning stare.
"So if you're ready, we need to continue." I lowered him to the ground and sat in my chair.
I hope you liked it. I'm just a little unsure of how it plays out and i want to get some general opinions if I could please. :3
Thank you very kindly.
