A Quest For Power

Chapter 3 : I am Not Human (Part 2)

That person...
I saw a little monkey with white hair toying and jumping around, laughing in joy and happiness. It was trying to snatch an object wrapped in colorful paper, from an angel, whom is partially engulfed in white mist. When she smiled, every living thing around her would gaze in awe. Her hair was so white that it can be called pure. She looked so pretty as if she's a goddess herself. The angel tried her best to calm the monkey whom is still restlessly trying to snatch the object, but the monkey just kept jumping up and down like a spring. Then the angel saw so much determination from the tiny creature, she stepped down, and offered the object to the little creature.

"Alright now, just open this gently okay?" said the angel.

"Okay mom! Hurry! I wanna know what's inside!" said the little monkey with white hair.

"Okay dear, here you go." the angel handed the object to the monkey. The monkey unwrapped the object with ease and found an antique looking book.

"Oh my! It's the book I've always wanted! I love you mom!" the monkey jumped towards the angel and threw his fur less arms around the angel. The angel as well, wrapped her arms around the little monkey.

"Oh Add, I love you too." the angel kissed the little monkey's forehead.

Then, slowly, the monkey disappeared, but the angel was slowly getting surrounded by dark figures, they laughed menacingly as they begin to further distance away from me.

Mom, come back... come back! No... Don't touch her! Leave my mom alone! Take me! I'll do whatever you say!

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No... You promised! YOU PROMISED! Damn you! Damn you! Damn yo...

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I woke up from my dream, a terrible, nightmare. A nightmare that I never want to have.

The door slides open, and took me by surprise. As the room is dark, I couldn't see, until a small lamp was lit, it was Mr Stickman. He looked around, scanning for any living souls nearby.

Suspicious.

He lifted his finger to his lips, and hushed at me as he did what he wanted, I wouldn't care less anyways. The room was in complete silence, aside from the machines buzzing and humming like freaking bees. I closed my heavy eye lids, puffy eyes, and tried to create a portal to my imaginary world.

Then, my portal shattered right before my eyes by the sting from my arm, my eyelids opened without my will and my eyes rolled to the side. I saw Mr Stickman, and a T shaped needle in my wrist, I wondered what was he up to, but he exposed his secret without having me to ask him.

"Shhh..." shushed Mr Stickman. "I've seen enough, I can't bare to watch a child like you to suffer this much pain. I'm sure you're smart enough to know what this is. Rest for now, I can't help you escape, but I believe El Lady will aid you."

The darkness and void slowly disappeared, I couldn't feel the pain I that had numbed my senses, I had never felt so relieved for such a long time, such a long torture. I guess... It's morphine...... Th..a..n.ks...

Now, I fall into an artificially made portal, I'm entering my imaginary world, yes... let me through. Let me see my mom.I want to see my homeland, I want to see... Kwahahaha.

I saw myself struggling like a helpless wimp, cocoon, slowly getting devoured by thousands of ants, those smart, united creatures. I saw my body getting ripped by their jagged jaws, scissors, or chainsaws.

The professors, the leader of the ants, continued the frenzy, placing scraps, wires, Nasod parts, inside my tiny, immature butterfly body. He looked like he had fun, enjoyment, as if I'm the source of entertainment. Then, I saw an tiny, spherical shaped object getting stabbed, and pulled out without mercy. I could see an optic nerve hanging, tomato sauce dripping, it's a tomato?

It's... my... eye. Hehehe... my eye...

But I had a replacement, a Nasod eye. Why does it have to be a fucking Nasod eye? Nasod heart?

Why.. Don't I feel weird with these parts?

Why. Because, I. Am. Not. Human.