Soldier

Chapter 45: Jace

I can only sit here and pity myself. I was the product of a-a rouge angel. As strange as it sounds, I knew he wasn't lying. I know because I can feel it. I could manipulate others easily; I could get them to do what I wanted. Only the ones who were weaker than me, yet, I had a strange power over them. It's happened many times before...

I started to feel the way I did after I fought the machine at the Academy. Whoever that man was... he planned everything... I remember...

Now that I have been sitting here alone, it's brought out a lot of thoughts. I even discovered other things I never noticed I could do. All he has to do was want it. I can tell everything about the human body, or about any living thing. I could see life in its very most context. I just had to say the word. I can feel what anything feels like, by imagining it. I understood how life is created. How to create not only living things, but machines and clones, and monsters and anything I can imagine, that is alive. I feel as if I know every detail about life. All I needed to do was to know-how and I know.

But what does it matter now? I learned that I, myself am a machine, not like a robot... but I was still programmed with instructions, just like Evan. I was given orders, and tasks to complete. By my father. My father did that to me. It isn't fair...

I stood up and walked around the center table with the notebook on it. As I glanced at it, memories flooded back. About the time I was locked in the room with the man... He had some sort of cloak on, with every visit, would hand me that notebook and have me wright instructions repeatedly. For hours, I would continue to write the same set of instructions. When I wanted to stop, the hooded figure would hit me with a small switch. First on my hands, then he would lash at my back, and finnaly at my face... repeatedly. Until I memorized it. Yet I can't remember at all what it was that he drove into me... Those memories are only haunting me. I can still feel the pain. Every last hit I had to endure...

The sting of the stick that seemed to burn and feed a fire that would just grow and grow.

I grabbed the notebook into my hands and tore it in half.

That was the past...

I threw the two halves at the black void I found myself in. They hit a wall and bounced off.

A twinge of hatred stirred inside of my soul. Is pain and misfortune all that are going to flood my thoughts? There is only one way to finish this...

I am going to make a different world... That much is true... but I will be no puppet, nor will I be a machine used for another's purpose. I will defy everything! My father, this corrupted world, and even god! I will not stand for the life I have! It's lonely and dark... full of nothing but sorrow...

I will kill my father! And I will challenge fate! No matter who tries to stop me...!