Chapter One: The Flight To Canada
"Hello, I am Dr. Henry Anderson, and I am looking for anyone with a knowledge or desire to learn of, well, biology. Not the normal biology, though, oh, no. Reanimated biology. The study of revived living matter. Necrobiology, as some mistakenly call it." Said an old-looking man with an English-sounding accent in a video on the internet. "I will make it worth your while if you come to my mansion in Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada." He had around shoulder-length hair, though it was hard to tell because he spiked it straight upwards. It was so white it was almost glowing, with the occasional streak of dark red or black.
That, coupled with the lab coat he was wearing, made most of the comments below the video say something like "Oh, look. A mad scientist." Or "No, that's Henry West, from Splatterhouse!" He ended the video by giving the address (which was a bad idea) and saying "That is all."
"So you're actually considering to move to frikkin' Canada just to wor
X1 - Chapter 4 - Exam III
"And here comes my favourite part." said X1. "Th' par' where you sit on yur ass an' play vidia games for two days?" replied Nate. "Yes, Nate. That part."
Of course, X1 was really looking forward to the Patience/Reflexes training. Not because it was the closest he'd ever come to actual human interaction with someone other than Nate, who had to be at least 60, but because he got to sit down after two days of exersice equivalent to that of what most professional athetes do.
They walked out of the gym area, down the long, narrow, gray corridor, and turned right, into a room with a large swiveling chair, a tv, and a gaming system with 'PS3' clearly engraved in it.
"Ohh... yeah." moaned X1, sitting down after 48 hours the best feeling he had ever felt. "Finally get to sit the fuck down."
Then, the large, widescreen HD tv came on, the mic he would use to communicate with other players shoved into his right ear (they always alternated, they were strict with symmetricality) by a man wearing a b
X1 - Chapter 3 - Exam II
He screamed out in pain. He hated this part. It hurt and it made him dizzy. He wished that one day, he would die from lack of blood. But that was impossible. All his 'inputs' were closed and locked. They were near impossible to break, and needed a special key to open. He tried breaking one once, but his veins had already healed.
In total, there were 41 wires in his body, all of which were being pulled out. "Five, fur, tree, two, one." Nate counted down, pulling the final, most painful wire out of his left chest. "AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! FUCK! THAT HURTS!" X1 screamed. "Hold stell, lemme close the inpoot!" replied Nate, closing and locking the input into X1 heart. They waited for X1 to stop screaming, then let him rest on the table, which was slightly softer than his bed, for ten minutes. Nothing different. Regular routine. Then, just as expected, X1 began to get hyper. That's what the wires were for. To scan his body for development and disease, and to inject him with every single vitamin
X1 - Chapter 2 - Exam
He woke up.
Standard procedure. He knew what was coming. He knew what was going to happen. He had wires in his head. Exactly eight on each side, and perfectly symmetrical, just like he was. There were wires in his back, to. One for ever vertibra in his spine. Then, the odd one out. The only asymmetrical part of his body. A wire on the left side of his chest. A doctor, wearing dark green clothing - indicating that he was a Veteran, came over to the examination table where he lay, only half awake.
As he woke up, he noticed the doctor had five gray strikes, standing perfectly spaced and perfectly vertical, on the left side of his chest, indicationg he only had one more promotion to go before he became a Lower Master. "Hi, Nate." said X1. Nate was really the only person X1 ever talked to. "Hey, X." Nate replied. Nate was the only one who called him 'X'. "They's watchin' today, X. After that last attempt, they gonna kep a eye on you." Nate whispered. If no one was observing X1's examination