The L.P.O. - it stands for 'Limited Power Operation.' Honestly, the name represents nothing of what we really do, it's just a mask to cover what lies behind the walls of the facility. Our corporation was funded all for the sake of studying and harnessing the powers and anomalies of these creatures we call 'Masters.' The only way to bring a Master into our plane of existence is by a certain book, and there are many of them. Most of these books are hidden. Some are passed down through family connected with these creatures, and some are simply buried like treasure. Luckily for the company... there was a recent incident which involved a Master, they did eliminate the creature, and I hear that they found the source.
Despite our thoughts, when they brought in the book, they set it aside. We were all led to believe that they would be performing the experiment on the book as soon as they could. We were all relieved... You must be very confused at this point. You probably have no idea what this book can do, heh. Well - we do, it's not pretty. I mean you should've seen Pawnee haha.
It is now June the 14th, 2017. I have walked into work with a positive attitude. Everything is going well, testing, chatting with co-workers, and trying to do the impossible by replicating the energy and power of a Master as always; a pretty normal day. Anyways I started my day by catching one of the L.P.O. jets. As soon as I had arrived I walked in and my co-workers greeted me. I got things set up at my station and began my morning listing procedures. After I finished, my buddy Vince walked over and started up a conversation about Britney Spears.
"Abraham, please sit down." "Yes, sir." "Next week, I want you to have your unit ready. We are going to be launching M.E." "Yes... Yes of course sir."
After informing my unit to be wary of next week, I head to my office. "I knew this day was coming... but why so soon? What are the chances that we will actually succeed?" I have been trained to keep self-collected and in a stable state of mind, but, after a while of thinking, I believe I have concocted the riskiest and most stupid idea ever.
It is now June 20th, 2017. Today... was odd. A lot of us were called down to the Level - 3 labs in response to an incident. The creature we refer to as P.M. - 1 had written a message on the wall in her own blood. The message read - "Daddy is almost here. He will be ready when daddy comes and makes everything better." We narrowed down that "he" was referring to her offspring that she has been refusing to let go. P.M. - 1 has been pregnant for about 5 weeks now, but the offspring had seemed to mature rapidly and grow to the point where it is now killing P.M. - 1. The message has everyone who knows about it feeling uneasy.
"This is Abraham Reaper - L.P.O. number 23.56. Direct vein energy into P.M. - 2 of Level - 2! Awaken... please... Awaken subject P.M. - 2 now!"
Alright... finally. I'm almost out of here. Almost to the surface... I'm so close. The submarine door closes as I start up the engine. I feel it detach from 114. I then say to my self - "Alright, Reaper. Good luck, hope to see you soon after this is all over." The submarine starts to head up towards the surface. A little bit after heading up the radio turns on with a message. The voice is of our Facility CEO - "All L.P.O. members, I urge you to head back towards the facility. The Master is gone! We killed him. It is safe to come back." His voice was... odd. It sounded off and a little disturbing. It is his voice but... I don't think that's him. But then I realize - "He's calling other members back to the facility? That means there are more who didn't make it off the island, they are still here - god knows where but they're here! Maybe we can help each other, maybe there is still hope before this gets worse than it already is!"
I can see the morning light through the windows as the submarine nears the surface. The submarine rises above the water and my body starts to strangely tense up and shake "I'm gonna make it..."
There is then a loud knock on the door... I freeze in place. There is another loud knock as I slowly back up in the submarine. "Come out Matthew... It's all over now."
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114 Hostile Construct
Science FictionOn a remote island, a secret facility has fallen to its knees after an attack. One survivor gets trapped in a safe unit that ends up at the bottom of the island's lake. Our survivor must find his way back to the surface in attempts to escape the isl...