Immortal Prophecies-The Rewrite

Chapter Nine

The first thing Stevie noticed when Jay came back was the 'collar' around her neck, if you could call it that. It had a green-teal gem in the center and was circular in shape. The second thing Stevie noticed was the small green leather book in Jay's hand.

"Read this." Jay practically threw the book at Stevie.

"What happened?" Stevie asked.

"Just read the journal." Jay hummed.

Stevie skimmed over the journal.

"1/1/9015

Hello. If you are reading this, I'm probably dead. That, or I have escaped Prophecy with Ellie.

Under these circumstances, I can assume that you are either one of the experiments at Prohecy, a coworker, Kate, or Al. If you are Al, then words cannot express how much I hate you.

You probably have questions. I will answer. To do so, however, I have to go back to the beggining.

Me and my girlfriend, Kim, had just bought a house together. We were looking for a job. We needed money. Money, money...the true dictator of our world.

We found an ad for Prophecy. You see, Prophecy sells products that do wonders for one's health, and extremely cheap. The ad said that they needed scientists and didn't require experience. Of course, me and Kim thought it was the perfect job; working together, doing what we loved.

We were wrong.

Al tricked us. We'd aleady signed the form when we realized what was actually happening. The lies, the lies, THE LIES...

Ellie is my daughter. She stays at home with her grandmother.

Kim tried to gather a rebellion of the scietists and make some of the people outside of prphecy aware using codes.

Al found out, and he took her away. I'm not sure, but I think she's dead. Al warned me that if I tried something of the sort...well, he knew where Ellie was.

Safe, safe, I thought she was safe...she wasn't.

Al...he wants power, wants money. I think he wants acceptance, too.

But...he isn't the true boss of this operation.

I am yet to meet her.

1/8/9015

Haven't written down my feelings much lately. Been containing them. I shouldn't...

Al had me design a new sort of room, a tube, a cage...all kinds of containment methods. Fireproof, waterproof, mark-proof...scratch-proof. That was what worried me the most.

That, and the animals he's been having the field team bring in. I asked them what he was planning, but al they'd tell me was that it'd take a while to prepare. I think that's all they know.

I'll write again when I can.

1/1/9016

It's been a year since I wrote in this. If I'm honest...I lost it.

I got more intel on what Al's planning. He's trying to...'evolve'...humanity.

It's not his plan. It's too smart of a plan for that. Perhaps it's her's? Either way, it's concerning.

Write again soon.

1/29/9016

I-*intelligable scribbles*

Close call today, almost got caught writing. I apologize for the scribbling above.

I'm going to hide this. I don't know when I'll find it again, but I will. Hopefully when i have more to write.