How far would you go to NEVER fail again?
This question will push Noche L. Grim to the test as she attempts to join the Cross Military. With their resources she intends to find DeathTech and recover her memories.
However, when she lives on a conti...
Two years ago, Jack sat in his room and stared at the pair of golden goggles in his hands. The words Jack, thank you for being my sun was engraved on the inner plastic. There was a knock on the door, Jack stood, and dried his eyes with a coat sleeve. He opened the door to an old man with heavy eyes and bull-horn shaped hair.
"Jack, is it?" The old man nodded to the living room. "May I come in?"
Jack took a step back, his forehead a little crinkled, and nodded.
"Sure?"
"I bet you're wondering who I am? My name is Professor Grim. And I need your help."
"How so, sir?"
"My granddaughter was killed yesterday. Killed by the very scum that owns this DeathTech. Edward Death," he scowled. "Kill because she challenged his authority when he tried to punish her friend Mr. Starnight."
"I'm sorry to hear that."
"Thank you, but its unnecessary. I can bring her back."
Jack blinked, "What now?"
"Despite how... Barbaric, her death was, the wound is treatable," he said. "I managed to stabilize the corpse before it decayed. With enough time, I can revive her."
"Ohh... So you had to act fast?"
Professor Grim stared at Jack for a long time.
"I heard about your mother. You have my sympathies, but I couldn't have helped her," he said. "I have medicine that can heal even deadly wounds by speeding up the body's natural healing system to insane velocities. It does not work on diseases."
Jack closed his eyes, took in a deep breath, and then gave Grim a nod.
"To make a long story short, I can fake my granddaughter's death... I will then have her escape."
"Escape? Then, does that mean?"
Grim nodded.
"There is a surface, Jack."
Jack stood up and smiled. To finally find one other person, than his mother, who believed in the surface. No, who knew it existed.
"As she recovers, I'm going to use a chemical agent to erase her memories of this terrible place," Grim said. "I don't want her remembering DeathTech and its horrendous atrocities... I don't want her coming back to save me."
Professor Grim stood up and walked towards Jack.
"Doing this on my own would be ineffective. Thus, I decided to find an assistant," he said. "I've been keeping my eyes open, my ears to the ground for over a decade. When I discovered you managed to steal those orange soldier visors without getting caught, and when I learned you smelted them to give your mother one last chance to see the sun... I knew my search for a character of quality had ended."
He placed his hand on Jack's shoulder.
"I won't lie. Working for me is not going to be easy. If you are caught, I cannot guarantee what will happen," he said. "I will do whatever I can to make your life more comfortable and repay this debt, should you agree. In fact, with a little hacking, I will get you a comfortable job in a security guard's monitoring room."
Jack lowered his head, his mom's dying moments played in his mind. How he wished he could have saved her life. What he would have given just to trade places.
"And you're saying we can save this girl?"
Grim nodded.
"With your help, easily so."
A faint smiled appeared on Jack's face.
"A second chance to save a life," Jack whispered.
He stood up and placed his hand on Grim's shoulder.
"Professor Grim, you've got yourself a deal."
Hours later Jack and Professor Grim rode an elevator down. The doors opened and they entered Grim's private lab. A string of numbers was pressed into a keypad and a wall opened to a secret room. Inside was a massive vat full of glowing blue Grim gel, with a blonde hair girl floating inside; a cloud of red floated around her neck.
"This is my granddaughter Noche. She's alive, but will be comatose for a long time. Two years is my projection," he said. "I can't monitor her every second. That's why I must thank you for accepting this task."
Jack took a few steps forward and stared at the blonde beyond the glass. He placed his hand on the cold shell and stared at the fog of blood.
"I'm going to right this wrong. I won't let you die like my mother," Jack thought. "I promise."
Jack turned to Professor Grim.
"I'm ready to help!"
They both smiled.
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