The Chronicles of Project Seven

[Sas]

So this was supposed to be my intro to the forums, but I ended up going a little too in depth so thought it would be better here. Enjoy

 

-The Chronicals of Project Seven

 

They called me "Project Seven". It's the only name I was ever given, and the only life I knew. I was none other then an experiment, A form of life created and used for study.

Slowly the other projects disappeared, being taken from our holding area to their usual daily tests and probes, but are never seen again. I knew this would be my fate as well, and I knew I had to escape. But how? I knew nothing of the world other then that lab, other then being a test subject.

I searched days for a chance to escape, trying to catch a glance of possible exits and dark hallways I could use as cover in my escape while being dragged to my testing chambers. 

I would find myself awake back in the holding cells, no recollection of how I got there or what was done to me. Only pain. I knew I couldn't take much more. My body was getting weak, and all hope of escape slowly drifted from my mind. I was to die there, in that lab, unknown to the world.

One night I was laying in the holding cells barely able to move from being so weak. I could no longer see, and I was losing myself. All I remember was a figure slowly coming towards me, then pitch black. I awake in the arms of someone I had never seen in the cells before. He was of my kind, but much older, frail. I had never seen any others in the cells stay to look this old. He told me his name was Project One, and he was the first experiment. he had been there for well over my lifetime, but he escaped into the walls of the construct that only he knows, for fear of other projects eventually getting caught and being forced to tell the location of project one. He told me he has been living in isolation for some time, what he then called years, a word I have never heard before. I started to gain my strength and realized that I was no longer in my holding cells, but in the walls myself. No recollection of how I got there, I began to panic with anger and rage, but project one quickly apprehended me, informing me that even though we are in the walls, there are places thin enough to hear through, and we could be found. 

 

Over some time he started to teach me things. He told me of what I was. A beast, locked up in a cage with other mindless beasts, bred to bring back a race that was believed to be extinct or a myth. They created us mixing the genes of the Miqo'te and an ancient lost species of lion-like beings with great human intelligence from times long ago from another realm. 

He began to explain to me the process of time. Seconds, minutes, months, days, years. He started to teach me the language I am using to tell you my story now, of the world outside of the laboratory, not that he has seen but has heard from overhearing conversations through thin walls or reading from books he was able to steal from the library's. 

He taught me how to read and write. Math, history, about the world of Eorzea. He told me that he learned of other labs all over the realm, doing many different types of experiments on many different races. He taught me how to fight, what's right and what's wrong. Good and evil. I knew evil well, and I knew which side I had to choose. The path of the light.

 

To be continued...

[Sas]

Writing more today, got a few things to take care of then I'll be able to contuinue. If anyone is interested in RPing the future of this story in game let me know, that's why I opened it to any type of race from other labs around the realm.would also like to meet fellow adventurers to help me along my journey, while returning the favor and assisting others. If anyone is interested in meeting up I'm on Gilgamesh, hit me up on game anytime, you should know my name by now  

 

Hope you enjoy the rest when I write it. And I hope to see some of you in game

[Sas]

-The Chronicals of Project Seven pt.2

 

Project One told me he had been watching me for sometime, that the reason other projects never came back to the cells is because they were failed experiments, and that I was an exception. Project one began to explain to me what they do to us, what they make us forget. They would inject us with a type of toxin that sends us into a black out feral rage, and pit us against each other in fights to the death. That would explain why some of the others never came back. He told me that they we were weapons, bred to fight and kill for an evil cause. 

 

I often wondered why after all this time, he would trust another project to hide throughout the walls with him, but when I'd bring up the question he would quickly brush it off and avoid the subject.

One day project one sat me down, he explained that throughout the years, he had been mapping the entire laboratory. Possible escapes, locations of other holding cells, the fighting pit, where we were and important areas with thin walls or vents to retrieve information. It became apparent that he was very sick, and could no longer continue with his plans of escape, that I was the one to finish his work. 

 

I started to get more used to the layout of the lab. We were lucky to have the ancient tunnels throughout the walls to stay hidden and retrieve information. Project one showed me 

the secret entrance from the walls into the holding cells, how he came to find me dying. I saw the others, a lot less then when I was last here. All cowering mindless beasts, weakened by the brutal fights that they have no memory of. I couldn't let them share the same fate as the others. It was time to escape, but I couldn't leave the others there to die. I had to come up with a plan.

 

One day while listening through a thin wall, 2 people were speaking about their adventures of the outside world. I decided to follow them through the walls as they walked and spoke of giant city's with huge walls bustling with life and people, freedom. A place called Ul'dah. I continued to follow them, eventually coming to a dead end. I head a few words being spoke and a loud noise. A door! The exit, this is where it must be! I searched the walls around me and found an area with weak foundations. The cobble stone was very old, barely able to keep itself up. This was my way out, our way out, but I couldn't leave the others behind. 

 

I went back to project one to tell him of my discovery, but it was too late. Project one layed there, with a smile on his face, but he was gone. A sadness fell over me. All that my mentor has done for me, and I can't give him the escape he so long dreamed for. He saved my life, and without his sacrifice I wouldn't be here today. It was now or never, I had to get out soon! But how? 

I planned for days, eventually coming up with an idea. It was the only way I knew how to save the other projects and escape without being found out. I had to go back to the cells and act like the beast that I was. I couldn't let them know of the knowledge I was given, I must have them think I'm just like the rest, a beast with no sense of independent thought or ability to comprehend what is happening. 

 

It was time. I went to the wall that leads into the cells and watched as the others were taken away to there experiments, and more being thrown back into the cells, beaten and broken, exhausted and weak, like I was before project one saved me. Once all the projects were back in the cells and the guards were away, I snuck my way back into the cells and layed on the ground like the others, blending in the best I can. The others began to notice me, but were too weak to move or speak. I was in, and my plan was going into effect. There was no turning back, I must get out of here with the others, or face the same fate I escaped all that time ago. 

Day came, and with day came experiments. I knew what they were to do to us, but unlike the others, I was ready. I heard the bustling of the guards down the hall from our cells. They were coming. The others knew as well, and started to hide and cower into the shadows, but I went to the door of the cell, making sure I was the first to be chosen for experimentation. The guard opened the door and looked at me, confused with my lack of fear, with my willingness to be taken to testing rooms. He shrugged and grabbed me forcefully by the neck and dragged me down the hall. My plan was working perfectly.

 

To be contuinued...

[Sas]

Just realized this should have probably been posted in the town square section of the forums. Is there any way I can get this moved there please?

 

Sorry about that

[Sas]

Havnt had a chance to write more but trying to get this post moved. Anyone know how I can go about doing that?