Post by WCAdmin on Oct 19, 2008 22:23:53 GMT -5
Deep in the Mojave Desert, an experiment has been conducted for years. Many have failed, some have “succeeded” and gone on to be either protectors for ambassadors or soldiers for the coming war against the world. Some experiments continue even now. Few have managed to escape, and they're in hiding, for fear of ever being found again.
Over the years, children have been kidnapped from their beds. Some were special, some were surprisingly not. They've all been under the age of eighteen and have all ended up in The School for Gifted Training, otherwise known as The Sergeant. It's a training facility to create what the military calls “Warrior Children” out of innocent bodies and minds.
My name is Heidi, and I'm one of those children. I've got the wings of a devil, you might say. My brother has angel wings. I've seen others like us too, but some are normal like you probably are.
The ones who are “gifted” have gone through terrible experiments that often go wrong. They want to find out what makes us special, and how to duplicate it so they can make the perfect soldiers. And every single one of us has gone through “training”. Learning to fight, sustaining grievous injuries from careless drill sergeants. Being forced to fight each other, in spite of the fact that some of us would rather die than follow orders to kill someone else.
And the worse part is: they torture us all, just to break us like wranglers would break a young stallion. They do it to make us fear them, to make us obey. It might have originally been so that we wouldn't break under enemy torture, but now most of them deeply enjoy the pain that we go through, enjoy the fear that goes through our eyes when they come at us with a match while we're strapped to a chair.
Please, help us, but be careful. This is the military we're talking about.
-Heidi
[/color]Over the years, children have been kidnapped from their beds. Some were special, some were surprisingly not. They've all been under the age of eighteen and have all ended up in The School for Gifted Training, otherwise known as The Sergeant. It's a training facility to create what the military calls “Warrior Children” out of innocent bodies and minds.
My name is Heidi, and I'm one of those children. I've got the wings of a devil, you might say. My brother has angel wings. I've seen others like us too, but some are normal like you probably are.
The ones who are “gifted” have gone through terrible experiments that often go wrong. They want to find out what makes us special, and how to duplicate it so they can make the perfect soldiers. And every single one of us has gone through “training”. Learning to fight, sustaining grievous injuries from careless drill sergeants. Being forced to fight each other, in spite of the fact that some of us would rather die than follow orders to kill someone else.
And the worse part is: they torture us all, just to break us like wranglers would break a young stallion. They do it to make us fear them, to make us obey. It might have originally been so that we wouldn't break under enemy torture, but now most of them deeply enjoy the pain that we go through, enjoy the fear that goes through our eyes when they come at us with a match while we're strapped to a chair.
Please, help us, but be careful. This is the military we're talking about.
-Heidi
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