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Posted: Sat Dec 25, 2010 8:01 pm
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My Dear Son,
XXXXX It has been awhile since you’ve heard from me I’m sure. No doubt I’ve been wrapped up in my research so far from home. Your mother must have given up on the hope that I will come home by now, it seems every time I talk to her or write her I have more excuses. However, this is not what I am writing to you about. It seems my son that if this letter finds you then I am dead. There will be some government officials accompanying this letter of that I am sure. Most likely because they either do not like the fact that I have given you something or they want your help. XXXXXMy son I begin the rest of this letter by apologizing to you. What I am about to give you will cause you a great deal of stress but I hope it will be worth it. What I have given you is a being of my own creation. I have created more than one of course, fascinating things as they are. The one I have given you is number 13. XXXXXNumber 13 is a very interesting creature but the government thinks 13 as no more than a beast, something they can use to meet certain expectations. It’s not true of course, 13 just doesn’t particularly like the government. 13 is the most spirited of my creations, as an added result also the strongest and possibly the most deadly. The government wishes to control 13 if they can, if not than they will destroy the poor creature. However they cannot do this without your consent my son, it is your decision now what 13’s fate shall be. XXXXXI’m sure they will ask you as soon as you have finished this letter as no doubt they have read it. You will have two choices; you can destroy 13 now without seeing the best of my creations, or any for that matter. I would understand my son, I know you are probably angry at me for never being there and leaving your mother and you to continue my research; I would not blame you for having nothing to do with me. Your other choice is for you and your mother to go with the government officials that accompany this letter and meet 13 and the others. From there you can make your decision on 13’s fate. I can only hope my son that your decision will not be one your regret. Once again I apologize my dear son for the strain and sudden responsibility I have placed upon your shoulders.
With all my love, You Father
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Posted: Sat Dec 25, 2010 8:20 pm
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After reading the letter, Kazʻs brain kicked into overdrive. He was angry, no doubt, but his face didnʻt show it at all. His father, after everything he had put his mother through, wanted them to take in his creations? What kind of fool did his father take him for? But, as if she were able to read his thoughts, Kazʻs mother instantly smiled and tried to persuade her son to see the creations. Perhaps there was one that he would like and he would keep them. After all... they had feelings, didnʻt they? After putting on his normal, smiling facade, Kaz graciously accepted the governmentʻs offer to take them to see... this 13 that his father kept on mentioning in the letter. He wouldnʻt have to keep this secret anymore, would he? And besides, he wanted to see this thing that had kept him from his father for so long.
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Posted: Sat Dec 25, 2010 8:26 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 25, 2010 8:36 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 25, 2010 8:55 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 25, 2010 9:08 pm
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As Kaz walked with the man, his mother, and the agents behind him, he looked at the creatures with awe-struck eyes. They were beautiful girls, all of them. This was nothing like what he expected of his father! Their ruby red eyes, the silvery blue hair... and their wings. Their wings were the most intriguing aspect of them all. They were like angels, so feathery and white. Already, without having seen all of them, Kaz didnʻt want to see them destroyed. They were too beautiful, too difficult to create from their appearance.
"1 thru 11? What happened to number 12?" Kaz suddenly asked. Did number 12 die for whatever reason, or fail? There was almost no way for Kaz to know but ask, as intrusive as it may be. He just needed to know what happened to one of his fatherʻs thirteen creations, what had happened to the beautiful creature (or what he assumed to be beautiful).
Once they entered another building, though, Kazʻs breath caught in his throat. This creation was nothing like the others. This one was a male, and his appearance contrasted against the white wings of his kin. His were black, darker than even the t-shirt that Kaz was wearing. Yet, even though the creature threw something at the window, the boy couldnʻt help but feel mesmerized by it. This thing, whatever it was, interested him more than the females did. There was something mysterious about him... something... something that wanted Kaz to get to know it better.
"May I go inside?" Kaz ask the man, a soft look in his eyes. He wasnʻt really concerned about getting hurt. After all, Kaz had taken a good beating before. Itʻs not like he couldnʻt catch flying objects, or deflect thrown punches. But this was a creature, a non-humanoid, that was on the other side of that window. It would take a miracle for the boy to go in and get out unscathed.
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Posted: Sat Dec 25, 2010 9:28 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 25, 2010 10:12 pm
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((Sorry, I had to run away to eat dinner...))
"The poor creature..." Kaz whispered quietly when he learned the fate of 12. How hard it would have been on his father to watch his creations die. It would be like watching his own son die. The anger came rushing back as Kaz thought about how his father would feel if he died. He wouldnʻt know, he was too busy working on his precious creations.
"Thank you," Kaz said with a grateful smile as he went to open the door to the other side of the window. "Please, donʻt stop him until I tell you to. It would only make him more agitated." And with that final request, Kaz was inside. The creature turned on him as soon as he closed the door, its feral eyes seemed to be trying to penetrate the boy, but he wasnʻt struck with fear.
"Hi," Kaz breathed, his voice coming out in near rasping breaths. He could feel the creatureʻs energy, as if it wanted nothing more than to kill the boy. But Kaz still wasnʻt frightened by the creature. He just wanted to get to know it better... he just wanted to know.
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Posted: Sat Dec 25, 2010 10:26 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 25, 2010 10:36 pm
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Father. Immediately, Kaz thought of his own father and how much he resembled him. Perhaps his father had trained the creature to address him as such. Made sense, since these creations were like his fatherʻs children. But to think... this creature thought that Kaz was his creator. No, that was wrong. Kaz never wanted to be anything like his father. The creatureʻs wings pulled back, its body seemed to shrink down a bit. It was almost as if the creature was... debating whether it should trust Kaz or not.
But that all disappeared as soon as Kaz found his back pressed up against the metal walls of the building, his head slamming close to the door frame. His body was singing with pain, his eyes closed as he tried to regroup. He didnʻt see 13, he felt him. He could feel the creature close to him, could feel its breath on his neck as it whispered his father again. Then he was no longer pressed up against the wall and the door slammed open. 13 was on the other side of the room, and three agents holding strange weapons were next to him.
"N-No, itʻs fine!" Kaz said quickly, stepping in front of the agents. "Please, he meant no harm. Go back... " Once the agents left, Kaz sighed and turned back toward 13. Then, he sat on the ground. He could almost hear his mother hyperventilating on the other side of the window, could feel her heart beat increasing. Her baby boy was laying himself in front of a tractor. "I am not Father." Kaz said calmly, as if he were talking to a baby. "My name is Kaz; I am his son." The boy smiled, something that he hadnʻt done in a long time. He could almost feel the connection between himself and 13. A connection that could be made stronger, or broken forever. They were both offspring of his father. Literally... they were brothers through obsession.
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Posted: Sat Dec 25, 2010 10:53 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 25, 2010 11:09 pm
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It spoke... Thatʻs all that Kaz was thinking when 13 began talking. Upon being dubbed a creature by the agents, Kaz immediately assumed that 13 was illiterate and couldnʻt speak. That had been a far-fetched assumption. And it seemed that he was calculating, since he was no longer moving from his side of the room. Kaz wanted 13 to trust him, not be afraid of him, or of the agents outside. He just wanted... he just wanted 13 to feel comfortable and not like an animal trapped in a cage.
"Father told you about me..." Kaz whispered quietly, rubbing his face with his hand quickly before standing up again. "Yet I have heard nothing about you... I didnʻt even know you existed..." The boy never felt so out of the loop before in his life. Hell, he never felt so horrible in his life! Slowly, cautiously, he walked toward 13, staring out the window the entire time at the agents. His mother was taken back by the look he was giving them as he walked. It was a cold-set glare. It was a glare that almost read plainly like a book, ʻCome inside of here one more time, and I will make your lives a living hell.ʻ "Donʻt worry about them hurting you, if thatʻs what youʻre worried about. Just donʻt push me up against the wall again... I wonʻt hurt you." Kaz whispered as he stopped a good three feet in front of the creature whose name was Edward.
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