TailsNyne
03-15-2008, 02:53 AM
((>< I still have to edit alot of things, but of well. Don't strain your eyes! It ish long! And, please, point out the errors if you see any.))
The Genashpereioria Story
Section One
Meeting Momo
~Chapter One~
Partner one: James
Face One
He couldn't believe it! His new partner stood him up! He was over two hours late! James, usually very calm in situations like this, was utterly pissed. Who did this guy think he was? Stalking back and forth, he shoved his hands into his pockets. The tall man, seven feet tall, hadn't noticed the white haired, grey eyed woman that appeared beside him.
"Sorry I'm late." She muttered. Her voice was flat and she barely seemed to notice his rage. James looked toward her. Was his new partner a her? He shivered. He had automatically assumed 'Genashpereioria' was a guy's name. Well, more specifically a foreign guy.
"Are you Genashpereioria?" He questioned, unsure that he wanted the answer. The woman looked up to him. He was tall, yes, but nothing she couldn't take down with a blade or such. She gave a simple nod.
"Momo Ai Genashpereioria. Number 013." Crap, it was. James had never worked well with girls. She seemed worse than the rest, too. He winced just looking at her. She seemed to have a death aura about her. Just hovering there. He swallowed before speaking again.
"Well. I hope you're happy. You're two hours late." James snapped, pulling his hands out his pockets and crossing them over his chest. Momo seemed unfazed. This one would be trouble. He hadn't gotten much info on her, for she hadn't given much. He didn't even know how old she was, yet alone her gender. Well, before she appeared, of course.
"I'm never happy." She responded with an absent expression. James winched. This would be hard. Very, very hard. She already had that look that would kill him. Her face just said it. 'I'm going to kill you one day'. James winced again.
The next few weeks were extremely difficult. Momo held no mercy, to anyone. When they had an auto thief, she was sure there were no live witnesses. It was starting to scare him, majorly. It was like she was a killing machine. He was close, so very close.
The sun had just set and James left the sleeping figure of Momo on the couch as he snuck out the door. He was going to figure out what was with Momo, even if it killed him. He was sure it was going to.
First, he'd need to get into the base. Not very hard, for he had a key. Hopefully, no one was there right now. He didn't want to be caught. He looked down the street before hurrying off again.
He was lucky, the building was empty. James pulled at the card hanging around his neck and snapped it off. Quickly, he ran it over the reader and the doors slid open. He walked in and looked about. The lights were on, like always. He knew where he was going. Up the stairs, to the right, third door on the left.
The door took the same key. James felt utterly lucky, he knew there was going to be something wrong, eventually, but he kept it up. He unlocked the door and walked in, calmly. Empty. James let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.
As quietly as possible, he sat at one of the computers and turned it on. There was a loud beeping noise telling him it was on. He knew faintly what to do next. Clicking several icons on the desk an info window popped up and asked for a password. He knew this all to well. He paused for a moment. Maybe he shouldn't go on. Maybe there was a catch. Probably, he thought. Oh well.
As quick as he could, he typed in Momo's name. After several times of trying to spell her last name right, he got it. His mouth gapped.
Momo 013 Genashpereioria
Age: 23
Height: 5' 10
Weight: 136
Momo is the first genetically altered human made for war. Her white hair and grey eyes make her imperfect and easily told apart from other humans. She is able to alter her face to any shape she wishes. She has flat finger tips, making anything she touches untraceable. She was built to control her emotions on her own will. She is armed and dangerous.
Escaped in 1994
James gasped. She escaped when she was ten. Clearly she was dangerous. That was thirteen years ago. She was probably even more dangerous than before. A knot tied in his stomach as he quickly shut down the computer.
Great, not only was his partner a girl, she was a killing machine. He'd remind himself never to give her a weapon. He turned to head out. Walking out the door, everything went black.
Opening one eye, James groaned. Where was he? Momo loomed over him, her eyes wide with curiosity. He jumped, throwing himself off the bed. Her face fell and she rolled her eyes.
"Get off the floor, idiot." She demanded, shoving her hands into her pockets. James glanced upward, then around. He was back at the room. Wait, did he ever leave. Why couldn't he remember last night?
"What happened?" He questioned, pushing himself off the floor with quiet the bit of force.
"I don't know. I found you in the street, knock unconscious." She shrugged slightly, as if it weren't a big deal. Momo tiredly leaned against one side of the wall. James looked to her. There was something he was trying to remember. It was important, he knew, but he couldn't quiet remember.
"You're been out for a good three days." She muttered, opening one eye to look at him. He gasped, looking slightly revolted.
"Three days?!"
"No. I just said that to waste my breath." Momo nodded sarcastically before pushing herself off the wall and walking toward the small oak desk. James watched her, resting his hand on his opposite shoulder blade.
She walked back over with a needle and syringe. She held out her hand for his arm. Hesitantly, he lowered his arm to her grasp. His mind told him 'DON'T DO IT' but he continued to question why.
He raised an eyebrow as she smirked, injecting the blue fluid into his blood stream. Momo pulled out the needle, setting it back on the table top. James' eyes widened as he watched her pull out a dagger. He remembered. She was a killer.
"W-w-what are you doing with that?" He stuttered out, feeling his legs go numb. He couldn't move. His chest and arms went next. Momo laughed. Her laugh seemed empty and deadly.
"This won't hurt a bit." She muttered, sharpening the already razor sharp blade. This was bad, so very bad. James` breath caught in his throat as she walked to him, a crazy blood lust in her eyes and her dagger held out in front of her.
He felt the cold metal against his neck and her spine shaking words.
"Scream for me."
And he screamed.
The Genashpereioria Story
Section One
Meeting Momo
~Chapter One~
Partner one: James
Face One
He couldn't believe it! His new partner stood him up! He was over two hours late! James, usually very calm in situations like this, was utterly pissed. Who did this guy think he was? Stalking back and forth, he shoved his hands into his pockets. The tall man, seven feet tall, hadn't noticed the white haired, grey eyed woman that appeared beside him.
"Sorry I'm late." She muttered. Her voice was flat and she barely seemed to notice his rage. James looked toward her. Was his new partner a her? He shivered. He had automatically assumed 'Genashpereioria' was a guy's name. Well, more specifically a foreign guy.
"Are you Genashpereioria?" He questioned, unsure that he wanted the answer. The woman looked up to him. He was tall, yes, but nothing she couldn't take down with a blade or such. She gave a simple nod.
"Momo Ai Genashpereioria. Number 013." Crap, it was. James had never worked well with girls. She seemed worse than the rest, too. He winced just looking at her. She seemed to have a death aura about her. Just hovering there. He swallowed before speaking again.
"Well. I hope you're happy. You're two hours late." James snapped, pulling his hands out his pockets and crossing them over his chest. Momo seemed unfazed. This one would be trouble. He hadn't gotten much info on her, for she hadn't given much. He didn't even know how old she was, yet alone her gender. Well, before she appeared, of course.
"I'm never happy." She responded with an absent expression. James winched. This would be hard. Very, very hard. She already had that look that would kill him. Her face just said it. 'I'm going to kill you one day'. James winced again.
The next few weeks were extremely difficult. Momo held no mercy, to anyone. When they had an auto thief, she was sure there were no live witnesses. It was starting to scare him, majorly. It was like she was a killing machine. He was close, so very close.
The sun had just set and James left the sleeping figure of Momo on the couch as he snuck out the door. He was going to figure out what was with Momo, even if it killed him. He was sure it was going to.
First, he'd need to get into the base. Not very hard, for he had a key. Hopefully, no one was there right now. He didn't want to be caught. He looked down the street before hurrying off again.
He was lucky, the building was empty. James pulled at the card hanging around his neck and snapped it off. Quickly, he ran it over the reader and the doors slid open. He walked in and looked about. The lights were on, like always. He knew where he was going. Up the stairs, to the right, third door on the left.
The door took the same key. James felt utterly lucky, he knew there was going to be something wrong, eventually, but he kept it up. He unlocked the door and walked in, calmly. Empty. James let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.
As quietly as possible, he sat at one of the computers and turned it on. There was a loud beeping noise telling him it was on. He knew faintly what to do next. Clicking several icons on the desk an info window popped up and asked for a password. He knew this all to well. He paused for a moment. Maybe he shouldn't go on. Maybe there was a catch. Probably, he thought. Oh well.
As quick as he could, he typed in Momo's name. After several times of trying to spell her last name right, he got it. His mouth gapped.
Momo 013 Genashpereioria
Age: 23
Height: 5' 10
Weight: 136
Momo is the first genetically altered human made for war. Her white hair and grey eyes make her imperfect and easily told apart from other humans. She is able to alter her face to any shape she wishes. She has flat finger tips, making anything she touches untraceable. She was built to control her emotions on her own will. She is armed and dangerous.
Escaped in 1994
James gasped. She escaped when she was ten. Clearly she was dangerous. That was thirteen years ago. She was probably even more dangerous than before. A knot tied in his stomach as he quickly shut down the computer.
Great, not only was his partner a girl, she was a killing machine. He'd remind himself never to give her a weapon. He turned to head out. Walking out the door, everything went black.
Opening one eye, James groaned. Where was he? Momo loomed over him, her eyes wide with curiosity. He jumped, throwing himself off the bed. Her face fell and she rolled her eyes.
"Get off the floor, idiot." She demanded, shoving her hands into her pockets. James glanced upward, then around. He was back at the room. Wait, did he ever leave. Why couldn't he remember last night?
"What happened?" He questioned, pushing himself off the floor with quiet the bit of force.
"I don't know. I found you in the street, knock unconscious." She shrugged slightly, as if it weren't a big deal. Momo tiredly leaned against one side of the wall. James looked to her. There was something he was trying to remember. It was important, he knew, but he couldn't quiet remember.
"You're been out for a good three days." She muttered, opening one eye to look at him. He gasped, looking slightly revolted.
"Three days?!"
"No. I just said that to waste my breath." Momo nodded sarcastically before pushing herself off the wall and walking toward the small oak desk. James watched her, resting his hand on his opposite shoulder blade.
She walked back over with a needle and syringe. She held out her hand for his arm. Hesitantly, he lowered his arm to her grasp. His mind told him 'DON'T DO IT' but he continued to question why.
He raised an eyebrow as she smirked, injecting the blue fluid into his blood stream. Momo pulled out the needle, setting it back on the table top. James' eyes widened as he watched her pull out a dagger. He remembered. She was a killer.
"W-w-what are you doing with that?" He stuttered out, feeling his legs go numb. He couldn't move. His chest and arms went next. Momo laughed. Her laugh seemed empty and deadly.
"This won't hurt a bit." She muttered, sharpening the already razor sharp blade. This was bad, so very bad. James` breath caught in his throat as she walked to him, a crazy blood lust in her eyes and her dagger held out in front of her.
He felt the cold metal against his neck and her spine shaking words.
"Scream for me."
And he screamed.