Chapter 2
It's been a few years since the "accident." Medical staff said they were moving me. Didn't know I
was being moved to a warehouse...
"Do you know why you're here?" There were men there, dressed in black. They kinda looked like
government officials. After I shook my head, they handed me forms, telling me to sign. I did.
Turns out they were release forms, or whatever, allowing them to talk to me.
One of the men told me they were from some organization, I don't really remember the details...
They neutralized supernatural threats, and before they moved me, they ran tests. I'm apparently a
supernatural threat. "Wwhat?" I asked. The men offered me a demonstration. One pulled out a
flute, playing it, making me blindly follow him all over the warehouse. I was a bit embarrassed,
but I couldn't stop following. Then I blacked out. Again.
I woke up in a padded room, chained to the wall. I was just glad to have decent food and clothes.
While I was eating, an older man came into the room. He said he was the director, and started
asking about what happened on my birthday. He even inquired about a dog. A black one. I did in
fact see a black dog... right before I blacked out... The dog was an omen, I think. It used to mean
death, now it means something else. I don't get it. *sighs* My life is getting way too complicated.
Anyways, the director of this organization offered me freedom. But, as always, there's a price. I
have to work for him, or I go back to the insane asylum. I don't want to go back. So naturally, I
accepted. They gave me my own apartment! They implanted me with a microchip, though, to
make sure my black outs only happen when I want.
It's funny, I had pretty much had control over the other Mary. But last month the black outs started
happening randomly, I'm rather glad for the microchip. If you were me, wouldn't you be glad too?
I'm still trying to get a hold on the whole working for this organization situation. I know I'm
working for them so I don't go back. A whole team of people to work with! I guess I should be
excited, but look what happened to the last people I was with... But either way, I'll be meeting
those people in a few days. As far as I can tell, it's only a few people, and/or things, that I'll be
working with. All of them are considered threats to the organization. Well, this should be fun...
Oh, and for the other Mary, I think she can, like, move stuff with her mind or something. I dunno.
I'm only guessing (^_^;) Like I said, I black out. Anyways, what would you do if this happened to
you?
Friday, November 14, 2014
Chapter 01
Chapter One
I figured that you should know my story. Thank the sky for the Internet. My name is Mary, or
that's what I go by, at least. I'm sure you'll find out more later. But I suppose I should tell you from
the beginning. Then maybe you'll understand. I don't know, but I hope you will...
...
I was normal. I had a normal life. Normal friends. Normal. Not anymore. It happened on my 13th
birthday while I was staying with my family in Quebec, Canada. There was this warehouse my
friends and I liked to hang out in, and they threw me a surprise birthday party. I don't really
remember what happened. I just sorta blacked out. Next thing I know, they're all dead. And I was
covered in their blood, holding a pair of scissors...
It was ruled as an accident, and I was put in an insane asylum. I had blackouts a lot, and the staff
was scared of me.
I could also hear voices... Mad voices... In my head, in the walls, everywhere. But the only voice I
spoke to was the one in my head. She sounded nice. I was going crazy, well, going crazier. It made
me think about the events that happened right after the "accident." It wasn't an accident, she did it.
She comes out to play when I black out. She told me so.
Oh, my mom was so worried when the cops brought her to the crime scene. She freaked out when
she found a tiny scratch on my cheek. She freaked out when I wasn't speaking. Truth was that I
couldn't speak. What I saw horrified me. The girl in my head tore them apart... with the scissors...
In the week before it was decided that I was to be cared for in a mental hospital (as they put it), my
hair changed. I thought it was just hair dye. Guess it was permanent. My icyblue eyes stayed the
same, though.
I laugh about it sometimes. "Haha, they're all dead!" I didn't believe in magic, or the supernatural
at the time. I honestly still don't know if I truly believe it. If anything else, I've accepted it. But
that's what started it all. I met new people. People I'd fight beside, since I have no other way to put
it. I thought what happened was normal. People went insane all the time, but I didn't realize it was
connected to stuff that, to me and most of the world, did not exist. I also didn't think I'd be a hero,
if you want to call me that.
I simply just think I'm insane...
I figured that you should know my story. Thank the sky for the Internet. My name is Mary, or
that's what I go by, at least. I'm sure you'll find out more later. But I suppose I should tell you from
the beginning. Then maybe you'll understand. I don't know, but I hope you will...
...
I was normal. I had a normal life. Normal friends. Normal. Not anymore. It happened on my 13th
birthday while I was staying with my family in Quebec, Canada. There was this warehouse my
friends and I liked to hang out in, and they threw me a surprise birthday party. I don't really
remember what happened. I just sorta blacked out. Next thing I know, they're all dead. And I was
covered in their blood, holding a pair of scissors...
It was ruled as an accident, and I was put in an insane asylum. I had blackouts a lot, and the staff
was scared of me.
I could also hear voices... Mad voices... In my head, in the walls, everywhere. But the only voice I
spoke to was the one in my head. She sounded nice. I was going crazy, well, going crazier. It made
me think about the events that happened right after the "accident." It wasn't an accident, she did it.
She comes out to play when I black out. She told me so.
Oh, my mom was so worried when the cops brought her to the crime scene. She freaked out when
she found a tiny scratch on my cheek. She freaked out when I wasn't speaking. Truth was that I
couldn't speak. What I saw horrified me. The girl in my head tore them apart... with the scissors...
In the week before it was decided that I was to be cared for in a mental hospital (as they put it), my
hair changed. I thought it was just hair dye. Guess it was permanent. My icyblue eyes stayed the
same, though.
I laugh about it sometimes. "Haha, they're all dead!" I didn't believe in magic, or the supernatural
at the time. I honestly still don't know if I truly believe it. If anything else, I've accepted it. But
that's what started it all. I met new people. People I'd fight beside, since I have no other way to put
it. I thought what happened was normal. People went insane all the time, but I didn't realize it was
connected to stuff that, to me and most of the world, did not exist. I also didn't think I'd be a hero,
if you want to call me that.
I simply just think I'm insane...
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