Staring at a knot in the wood, he mused by himself. Ever since this Eon boy came… Yes, this Eon was nothing but a boy. Actually he wasn't just a boy, but on the line between a boy and young adult. Since the boy didn't remember how old he was, or for that matter, anything of who he was, it was hard to say. But that was the problem, if a problem it was, does the boy really not remember or is he just pretending not to know. And if he is pretending like all the others say he is, than what does he gain by pretending? The little boy was a surly puzzle in the making. But he still did save them didn't he? Or was it all part of a charade made to puzzl
Eon awoke to the feel of light falling upon his face. He thrust aside the blanket that covered him and took his time examining his room. Instinctive training made him scan the room for weapons and possible materials that could be used for weapons. He lay on a standard cot that would have been used in any military installation. It was cheap to buy on the market and easy to mass-produce. The bed showed strenuous wear and looked as if it would break at any moment, though it showed discreet signs of stitching and repair. A sheer curtain surrounded his cot and gave it a sense of comfort and privacy. As he saw the room, he saw that it had crude roc
The sand tugged at his feet and he lay there on the warm sand, wanting out. He dug his way into the sand with his feet and suddenly the sand collapsed from under him. He grabbed for the edge of the suddenly collapsed fissure and the edge crumbled from under his grip. He slithered down the fissure into the abyss. He saw a light at the bottom of the hole. A thought flashed into his consciences from his education in religion at HighCom, and that was Hell. Hell was alight with flames and naked demons with pitchforks, right? He patiently resigned himself to his fearful plight as he pummeled down, bashing his head on the rugged walls toward the aby
Tedious tasks such as deactivating trip mines and laser grids took up most of Eon's time as he walked though the maze of the office buildings. There weren't many guards in the interior of the building, but the constant blaring of the alarms caused him many worries. He pondered the possibility of there being another agent in the building with him. HighCom did not send the agent or he would have known of it, right? There must have been an explanation for all the carnage caused before him. Maybe a rogue party, such as the People's Liberation Cause, or the Aladoran Respective Party, sent the operative. They were known for studying and even making
As Eon walked, he reflected on the things that had happened to him over the course of his short life. He didn't remember anything of his past except for a little here and there, but that did not have to do with this mission, he reasoned. The briefing by HighCom had been very specific. He was to infiltrate this base as covertly as possible. His second instruction was to rescue any hostages that were met that did not conflict with the first directive. He was to stay alive but if he was captured, he was not going to rescued by HighCom in any way. This mission was in no way sanctioned by the United Nations or even recorded in the books by HighCom
The meager cover that had protected Eon fifteen seconds ago was being quickly whittled away by the oppressive fire of the over-eager soldiers. The cover that remained was a little cubicle wall that was distributing the fire quite well. It created a ricochet barrier. The lights were being blown to kingdom come and holes were being sprinkled on the walls. He quickly raised his head and peeked out when a bullet grazed his check. He ignored the pain that was brought on by the wound that was oozing out blood. Computers and millions of dollars of office equipment were destroyed with an ill thought out plan by the soldiers. But Eon thought that it
He tried to make out anything out in the vast red blanket that used to be snow. He turned the many thoughts that troubled his brain. He never heard of a sniper rifle that could cut through enemy ranks with the accuracy that was performed here… unless the sniper was somewhere close. He turned that thought over and over again as he tried to make anything out in the smoke, soot, and steam. He ran all of the armaments through his head… until he saw the headless bodies…. That was not the work of any kind of known sniper gun… or even sniper. There was an unknown beauty to the way each of the soldiers were killed and the soldier stood in admiration
One Hour Later
The storm hit. It was raging outside of his hole. He crawled out and he quickly scanned the perimeter. Then he looked through his binoculars and scanned the open ground in front of him. He could barely see a couple of meters in front of him. He ran the many meters in front of him to the ventilation pipes. It was frozen over. He broke through the ice. He looked down and the chunks of ice were sliced to pieces as it passed through invisible laser beams. He looked disappointed. Then his face changed through the mask when he saw a patrol group coming exactly toward him. He quickly scanned his surroundings to look for a way out. He
Epilogue
A boy lost in his tears
Led by the hunter that controls him
Tortured by the punishment of God himself
And Man just drives it just deeper
Introduction
He was sleeping, but he just woke up from a nightmare. His nightmares were getting more repetitious. He got out of his large wooden bed. As he past by his twin sister's room, he looked in because she groaned. She must be having her night terrors again. Well she didn't go to therapy for anything. The door had her name carved into it. It said in all large letters, Reanne. Well he said he would tell his mother in the morning. He walked all the way through the hallway. He passed his y
Epilogue
A boy lost in his tears
Led by the hunter that controls him
Tortured by the punishment of God himself
And Man just drives it just deeper
Introduction
He was sleeping, but he just woke up from a nightmare. His nightmares were getting more repetitious. He got out of his large wooden bed. As he past by his twin sister's room, he looked in because she groaned. She must be having her night terrors again. Well she didn't go to therapy for anything. The door had her name carved into it. It said in all large letters, Reanne. Well he said he would tell his mother in the morning. He walked all the way through the hallway. He passed his y
One Hour Later
The storm hit. It was raging outside of his hole. He crawled out and he quickly scanned the perimeter. Then he looked through his binoculars and scanned the open ground in front of him. He could barely see a couple of meters in front of him. He ran the many meters in front of him to the ventilation pipes. It was frozen over. He broke through the ice. He looked down and the chunks of ice were sliced to pieces as it passed through invisible laser beams. He looked disappointed. Then his face changed through the mask when he saw a patrol group coming exactly toward him. He quickly scanned his surroundings to look for a way out. He
He tried to make out anything out in the vast red blanket that used to be snow. He turned the many thoughts that troubled his brain. He never heard of a sniper rifle that could cut through enemy ranks with the accuracy that was performed here… unless the sniper was somewhere close. He turned that thought over and over again as he tried to make anything out in the smoke, soot, and steam. He ran all of the armaments through his head… until he saw the headless bodies…. That was not the work of any kind of known sniper gun… or even sniper. There was an unknown beauty to the way each of the soldiers were killed and the soldier stood in admiration
The meager cover that had protected Eon fifteen seconds ago was being quickly whittled away by the oppressive fire of the over-eager soldiers. The cover that remained was a little cubicle wall that was distributing the fire quite well. It created a ricochet barrier. The lights were being blown to kingdom come and holes were being sprinkled on the walls. He quickly raised his head and peeked out when a bullet grazed his check. He ignored the pain that was brought on by the wound that was oozing out blood. Computers and millions of dollars of office equipment were destroyed with an ill thought out plan by the soldiers. But Eon thought that it
As Eon walked, he reflected on the things that had happened to him over the course of his short life. He didn't remember anything of his past except for a little here and there, but that did not have to do with this mission, he reasoned. The briefing by HighCom had been very specific. He was to infiltrate this base as covertly as possible. His second instruction was to rescue any hostages that were met that did not conflict with the first directive. He was to stay alive but if he was captured, he was not going to rescued by HighCom in any way. This mission was in no way sanctioned by the United Nations or even recorded in the books by HighCom
Tedious tasks such as deactivating trip mines and laser grids took up most of Eon's time as he walked though the maze of the office buildings. There weren't many guards in the interior of the building, but the constant blaring of the alarms caused him many worries. He pondered the possibility of there being another agent in the building with him. HighCom did not send the agent or he would have known of it, right? There must have been an explanation for all the carnage caused before him. Maybe a rogue party, such as the People's Liberation Cause, or the Aladoran Respective Party, sent the operative. They were known for studying and even making
The sand tugged at his feet and he lay there on the warm sand, wanting out. He dug his way into the sand with his feet and suddenly the sand collapsed from under him. He grabbed for the edge of the suddenly collapsed fissure and the edge crumbled from under his grip. He slithered down the fissure into the abyss. He saw a light at the bottom of the hole. A thought flashed into his consciences from his education in religion at HighCom, and that was Hell. Hell was alight with flames and naked demons with pitchforks, right? He patiently resigned himself to his fearful plight as he pummeled down, bashing his head on the rugged walls toward the aby
Eon awoke to the feel of light falling upon his face. He thrust aside the blanket that covered him and took his time examining his room. Instinctive training made him scan the room for weapons and possible materials that could be used for weapons. He lay on a standard cot that would have been used in any military installation. It was cheap to buy on the market and easy to mass-produce. The bed showed strenuous wear and looked as if it would break at any moment, though it showed discreet signs of stitching and repair. A sheer curtain surrounded his cot and gave it a sense of comfort and privacy. As he saw the room, he saw that it had crude roc
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Wow. Just now reading all my deviants from so long ago. It sucks!!! I'm going to finish the story. You will see continuations in the storyline, but you will see a difference in writing style. Happy New Years Guys!
Sorry all because I haven't had time to sign in....
I have been very busy and stuff with school and paper and my five friends in my right hand......(gross)..... I hoppe to get my homework done and get a good grade right..... thankfully I am still alive......
Eon is still alive and is coming to computers near you!!!
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