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Chimaera [WIP]
0 reviewsA short exploration into a dystopian future. I wrote it a few years ago before taking a break. I'd like to finish it, but now the writing seems sub-par. If anyone finds the premise interesting e...
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Breathing heavily, I ducked into an ally way and leaned against the wall, scarcely daring to breath. Heavy footfalls passed by me on the street, and I saw the shadow of a large man holding a rifle pass by. A moment later, he came back, looking down the ally. I held my breath as I saw him looking around.
He raised his rifle, an angry expression replacing his tired look as he fired it, a pale blue bolt of plasma flying down the ally way, illuminating it with an eerie blue light, before discharging on a brick wall at the end of the ally. It clearly showed me, pressed against the wall as it passed me, making me a silhouette against the wall. He aimed his rifle at me, pulling the trigger down.
And then something changed.
In the back of my mind, I felt something click. Literally.
I raised a foot against the wall behind me, kicking off of it. I pulled my other leg over my head, flipping over myself. The bolt of plasma impacted on the wall at an angle, leaving a small notch in the bricks, the rest of the glowing blue near-gas sliding over the wall, scorching the paint.
I landed on the far wall, crouching against it. The man's expression slowly changed from anger to disbelief.
That brief exchange felt like minutes. I knew from a chronometer implanted in my brain that less than two seconds had elapsed.
I'm known to my world as EF-89403.
My name is Jonathon Sterge.
I'm the product of an ongoing government 'Creative Research Project'. It
He raised his rifle, an angry expression replacing his tired look as he fired it, a pale blue bolt of plasma flying down the ally way, illuminating it with an eerie blue light, before discharging on a brick wall at the end of the ally. It clearly showed me, pressed against the wall as it passed me, making me a silhouette against the wall. He aimed his rifle at me, pulling the trigger down.
And then something changed.
In the back of my mind, I felt something click. Literally.
I raised a foot against the wall behind me, kicking off of it. I pulled my other leg over my head, flipping over myself. The bolt of plasma impacted on the wall at an angle, leaving a small notch in the bricks, the rest of the glowing blue near-gas sliding over the wall, scorching the paint.
I landed on the far wall, crouching against it. The man's expression slowly changed from anger to disbelief.
That brief exchange felt like minutes. I knew from a chronometer implanted in my brain that less than two seconds had elapsed.
I'm known to my world as EF-89403.
My name is Jonathon Sterge.
I'm the product of an ongoing government 'Creative Research Project'. It
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