Well... Isn't this a nifty way to write how ya feel? Better than a pen and paper.. Anyways, so much work lately.. it kind of gets ya thinking. There's so much that needs to be done, and so much that confuses a person. I mean, there's so much a person can take before they start going crazy. All this stuff going on between Zion and Machines and EPN and Cyphs, and the stupid war. I mean, Cyphs get called murders.. but aren't we all murders? Hasn't Zion, Machines, EPN, and Cyphs all killed? I don't enjoy it.. I mean, who really does? I don't go around thinking, "Yeah, I'll just go kill this person, and then move on to this one, Ohh, that one looks good!" It's hard to take a person's life. I do believe that, in the time of the war, it is better that bluepills stay bluepills. Why awaken them to this mess? Why bring them into this? Why not just let them stay how they are, and live how they live... It will be better for them. If they get awakened, they'll just get killed. The ones the EPN and Zion try to awaken, and we save, that's great. That just means the longer they get of happiness. The ones we can't save... it's just another life lost. I could never go back, nor have I ever wanted to. I've got kids to think about, but I do see why we choose to keep the bluepills how they are. After watching them for a few hours a day, they all seem so happy. I reckon things will be getting more interesting, hehe, should be fun!
After four hours of working on my special 'project', we finally got something! Isn't this great?? Everything is falling into place nicely... I just hope I can keep it that way, before I get caught. That's not an option. If this mission gets known, or if I get caught... everyone on this ship, is doomed. I can't have that.. I've just got to be careful. Yes, yes.. careful... Very very.. careful... Oh right...
Reply #01 - BlueCode Oh, Cystil! How did you access this? ... Oh, right, I guess this is sorta accessable. Now, don't be goin' and makin' any calls. Don't wanna ruin anything, now do we?
Reply #02 - Tranta Meh, it's not THAT important, but it is important enough. It is just something that simply needs to be done. But thank you, I will be careful. You know me, can't let anything bring me down hehehe.
Brushing the dust from his car keys which lay on the computer desk (it lay like fresh snow all around the surface) Cystil opened the door of the bluepill apartment he was inhabiting, and began to trot down the stairwell and outside. Reaching his muscle car at the pavement, he opened the door and sat on the leather drivers seat within for a moment of comfort. The keys lay soft in his palm.
His phone flipped open and he talked with a drawl.
The phone buzzed in his pocket as he sat in the polished leather car seat. Flicking it open to reply, he eyed the clock on the dashboard.
"I don't have anything on her sir. No flux, no op, no abno's. She hasn't been doing nothin' untoward".
"Alright. You keep monitoring her. Two eyes." He shut the phone and sighed.
Shifting the gearstick into first, revving the engine and bolting into the road, he drove around the block for a little while, until his phone buzzed and he pulled up on a kerb some way off from the apartment he was previously at.
Text Message--> Chloe Ann-->
Cystil, I need to ask something of you. It's very important, and it needs to be done. If you are up for the task, let me know. I need to know ASAP! ~Chloe.
He replied, and sped off into the sunset, puffs of silver smoke billowing from the exhaust.
Good, good. Now I've got Cystil helping me. The operation will begin Thrusday night. I'm nervous... I don't know whats going to happen. Oh well, it has to be done.
Cystil had already put his foot flat on the accelerator pedal when Chloe had asked for help. Brother and sisterly ties were like blood realtions to him - infact, they were the nearest thing to blood he had. When you've lost all love, what is there to fight for? Reeverb... he still missed Reeverb... Dreadkus... dead and forgotten... ZRoe... becoming older... Kellner... elusive but vigorous... Pirathonite... skeptical... Kybutra... Sleepy, but now awake... Viral... offensive... Jax... inquistive... Chloe... Chloe... Ch- New blood. New blood was always good blood.
Names and faces, people and places; family ties and old lives meant nothing when he was with any of the rat pack. The gang of gin. The cheeky chaps and chapettes. Revolutionists. Humanitarianists. Spartans.
The muscle car ran flat out along the highway. Cystil kept his phone in his hand, and answered it as soon as the call came in.
##'Stamos, Northwest. Peggy's diner'## Location: The Real.
The cold air swept through the ship, rocking it on it's feet in a sharp perpedicular array. As Jonro, the operator of aforesaid ship, pulled the cranial jack from the back of Cystil's head, he handed him a peice of paper with neat pink ink scrawled across it's facia.
"Chloe told me to give you this. Then she took off"
Cystil nodded and rubbed his head socket. Jacking-in never stopped hurting, even after the thousandth time. Slowly rising from the ecto chair, he unravelled the paper and read the writing.
11.55.1010 Alpha. Come quick, but I think i'll be okay on my own. Chloe! xxx
ChloeAnn's heart pounded faster as she crept up to the hooded men. She got close enough to hear what was going on.
"She's here. The boss won't like that. We have to find her and get rid of her before.. " The voice got cut off and Chloe sunk deep into the hiding place she was in, hoping they didn't see her. They both ran past, without noticing her, and she got up to follow. She went to where she last saw them. They were no where to be found. They were gone.
"Damnit!" Chloe whispered to herself. She took one more look around before turning around to go back to the ship. She turned around, to see the two hooded men standing in her way. Before she could turn around and run, the men had jumped her and grabbed ahold of her. Then the darkness came, and she could see no more.
When Chloe finally came to, her vision was blurry. She tried to reach up to touch her bloody head, but couldn't move. Her feet and arms were tied down to a chair. She grunted, and tried to free herself, but it was no use. Suddenly, she heard a voice.
Voice 1: I wouldn't bother with that, if I were you.. Chloe: Wha?... Who said that?..
ChloeAnn looked around, but she couldn't see anyone.
Voice 1: Let's just say... I'm a 'friend'. If that's what you want to call me.. Chloe: well, if you're such a *CENSORED* friend, why don't you come untie me, so I can get out of here!
She had raised her voice, and was struggling even more to get free.
Voice 1: As I said... I wouldn't do that if I were you... They'll come. Keep your voice down.
Chloe was on the urge of losing it, but she closed her eyes tightly and took a few deep breaths to calm down.
Voice 1: Whatever you are doing here, there is no reason. The person you seek, is gone. Vanished. Dead. However you want to put it.. These people want you dead. You're such a pretty girl. It's such a shame to see such beauty bleed. I guess I'll seeya on the otherside.
The voice laughed, and then the voice disappeared. Chloe suddenly started struggling again to get free. She was freaking out, and had started to cry. A few minutes past, and one of the men had came into the room, with a knife. The man grinned as he walked towards her, and put a piece of tape over her mouth.
The man grabbed ahold of Chloe's face, and she looked into his dark eyes. "Now now, miss. You knew what would happen if you came back.. that pretty marking on your chest.. becomes bigger. Now sit still, so I can get my job done." ChloeAnn's screamed behind the tape, and struggled against the man's power. He ripped her shirt a little, to expose the previous marking on her right shoulder. He began to dig into it, making the marking deeper and bigger than it was. The man laughed as Chloe screamed and cried with pain. The blood poured out of her, just as the man wanted. He eventually stopped, and grinned, looking at his art work. "Ahh.. look how pretty.. Next time, you'll learn not to come back here. Next time.. it might be your kids." He ripped the tape off of her mouth, and cut her free from the chair. She fell foward, and hit the floor, passing out. The man laughed, and turned to walk to the door. He opened it, and spoke before leaving, "Good luck getting out alive, Chloe."
Blood seeped into Cystil's eyes dilating his pupils, adrenaline pumping like a fiery beast in his veins.
Did he know the location Chloe had written on the piece of paper? Had he seen the digits before? Why had he thought he did? The pink handwriting looked nervous... It seemed scrawled, almost forced...
It was now daytime. ChloeAnn opened her eyes and pushed herself up to a sitting position. She looked around, and saw noone near. She stuggled and got to her feet and headed for the door. She put her hand on the doorknob, but as soon as she started to turn it, a hand went over her mouth and someone had grabbed ahold of her. She couldn't see who it was, but she struggled against the person. "Shh. I told you I'd see you on the other side. You don't wanna go that way... I've got an easier way to get out of here, but you've got to trust me." Chloe nodded, and the man let go of her mouth. She was weak, and struggled to follow the man. The guy grabbed her arm, and helped her out. The tunnel had lead them straight to her ship. He let go of her, and she sighed and started to say thank you, but when she turned around, the guy was gone.
Chloe walked slowly onto the ship, being greeted by FrostV.
"Chloe! Cystil is NOT happy with you! He left early this morning. Still dark... where is he? He's not with you." Frost had told Chloe instantly before she could even let out a breath.
"What?.. I.. don't know. I haven't seen him.." Chloe replied. She sighed and went to her cabin, hiding her wound. Chloe sat on the bunk and closed her eyes, and whispered quietly to herself.
