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Good Morning
“Good morning sir,” a voice said.
“Good morning….Whoever you are,” I said. “Just who are you anyway?” I asked. “What? You don’t recognize your father?” The voice said.
“Father?” I asked, bewildered as I opened my eyes. “
I don’t recognize you, besides I thought I didn’t have a father, they said that they found me off the streets in Old Jersey.” I said to the strange man sitting next to my bed.
The man looked at the far wall in my rectangular, white-walled room and said,
”So that’s what they told you, huh? Understandable”
“What do you mean ‘understandable’? I wake every morning here and I cannot move, nor can I remember what happened before I went to bed!” I nearly yelled at the man. When the man looked hurt by what I said, I immediately blurted out
“I didn’t mean to upset you sir, its just I’m so frustrated, I don’t know what is going on!” The man shook his head and said to me
“I understand, that you’re frustrated, I would be like that if I had to be in your situation, but I’m here to help you out of here.”
“You do realize that I can’t move right?” I asked rather sardonically.
“What are you talking about? You can indeed move, you just cannot feel your limbs, so it’s hard to tell where they are, in fact you have been moving ever since I’ve been here!” The man inquired of me.
“If I can move, then why can I not see my limbs?” I asked, “Am I drugged or something sir?”
“Son, please, if you must call me something other than father, just calls me David,” David said.
“David? That’s my name as well!” I replied, “Actually DAVID your name is an acronym for (insert acronym here).” David said.
“But for everyone’s convenience, I’m going to have to call you D2, ok?” David asked.
“I guess that’s okay, David.”
“D2, did you hear that?”
“Hear what David?” “I’m talking about those footsteps in the hallway!”
“F-f-f-f-footsteps? Oh dear God, please tell me you’re joking!”
“I’m not D2; I think there is someone coming in here.” David said while standing, but he suddenly keeled over, clutching his stomach.
“David, are you okay?” I asked quietly, but he didn’t answer, he just rolled underneath my bed, but I noticed their was blood on the floor; I would have asked why their was blood on the floor, but I decided it would be a bad idea, as a man wearing a white coat, just like David’s walked in.
“Hello, DAVID, why are you awake?” The strange man asked me while eying me up and down.
“I don’t know sir, why am I awa-“I stopped in mid-sentence as the man in the coat slapped me across the face. “Liar! You dare lie to your father, no your Creator like this, I control your life, I choose whether you live or die, do you want to live or die?!” The man, who was apparently my Creator practically spat in my face. I replied curtly
“If you’re my father, than how is it that I cannot remember anything that happens during the day, I just remember lying in this bed, or how can you be my father if I don’t know you?”
“Shut up, you wouldn’t understand!” “Creator said over his shoulder as he walked to the sink that suddenly appeared in the left corner of the white, rectangular room that was my life.
“DAVID, come here.” Creator said to me as he pulled out a syringe from the medicine cabinet from the sink in the room.
“And if I don’t” I inquired. “If you don’t, then your ‘father’ under that bed, will die.” Creator said while putting some kind of liquid in the syringe. I hate to admit, but I had come to like my supposed father, David, with his red-grey hair and his sunglasses, so I had no choice but to comply.
“Alright, Ill be right their, Creator, as soon as I can figure out how to walk” I said. “You can walk, you just can’t feel your limbs, or didn’t your ‘father’ tell you? Creator said, saying the word “father” mockingly
“Hey, you shut up, he is my real father!” I said, rather shocked at how fierce my words sounded to me.
I suddenly found myself against the wall adjacent to the sink in my room, with the Creator screaming at me in some incoherent language, I could not even guess what he was yelling at me about. He must have realized this, and he just put the syringe in my neck and injected whatever it was into me, and dropped me. I immediately felt the effects, I could feel my limbs now, and as soon as I made sure they worked properly, I gave the Creator the punch he deserved.
“Don’t make fun of my father Creator, or I will kill you, understand?” I snarled at him. Creator did not answer immediately, I guessed I knocked him out, I could not judge how hard I had hit him, so I guessed I might have broken his face. Then I noticed he was shaking, I thought he was crying, but he was actually laughing. “What? What are you laughing about?” I asked angrily. “Ha ha ha success, I finally got the ‘protector gene’ to activate inside your brain!” Creator said. “What do you mean Creator, what is the protector gene, what are you talking about, answer me!” I screamed at him.
“Don’t get cocky, DAVID, I might look frail, but I’m stronger than you. I would kill you for that punch, if I weren’t so happy that you finally tried to protect someone using force. I win, I win! DIRECTOR did you see that, I win!” “I saw, Creator, and I did not like what I saw, I’m closing this project as soon as DAVID has been developed enough to leave this facility.” A voice said from an undisclosed place in the room that had been my prison for so long. “Closed? What are you talking about? He will be perfect, just like his sister was!” Creator nearly yelped. “I said GUARDIAN ANGEL was to be closed, and that is final, good day to you sir!” The DIRECTOR SAID. “But Mr. President!” The Creator cried out in obvious angst “I told you to Never call me by my formal name here, I never want to be associated with this project, now finish with this one, and send him to me after a year of ‘experience’, understand?” “Yes, DIRECTOR, I understand” “Good, have a nice day, also; you will be finished with him in six months before his experience.” The DIRECTOR said, apparently while walking away from the microphone.
The Creator had stood up sometime during this conversation, and as soon as he heard the DIRECTOR say this, he dropped to his knees. “I worked so hard, just to protect him, but all for just two GUARDIAN ANGELS!”
- Title: Guardian Angel
- Artist: Larfe 517
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Description:
this is just a short story i wrote for creative writing, enjoy
if you can help me make it better, please pm me - Date: 01/17/2009
- Tags: guardian angel
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Comments (4 Comments)
- b o o t y m u f f i n - 05/10/2010
- i.... i'm so confused...
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- Yuriakashu - 03/30/2009
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There are a TON of gramatical issues and little to no detail. If you could fix these things, the story would be much smoother and the audience could appreciate the nice story line. I hope there's a part two, however -- there is NO way this is finished. Not by a long shot.
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- Astra de Conscientia - 01/26/2009
- it was kind of confusing. It would be better if you could clarify things more in between the different action. Add adjectives to give the reader a bit of a break
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- Fayne Darkness - 01/17/2009
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hmmm may be try to make paragraphs and everytime someone new speeks, even if we have alredy read about them or whatever, make a new line, like this for example:
"Hi"
C? new line. and dont use caps for an entire word unless its a statement of fury. so the name director can be spelled no caps. 3/5 - Report As Spam