Life in the Computer (Old Version)

Human

Chosen's POV

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I hardly had time to think as Second and Victim held me still for Dark Lord to shoot me with his strange gun. Flinching, I felt my body practically tear itself apart. Heaving, I felt warm sift flesh hold me still. As I open my eyes, I find myself staring into a pair of brown eyes I have only seen on the other side of the screen.

"Hey, you're okay. I got you. No one is going to hurt you." Alan reassured me as held me. Looking down, I see a small human instead of the familiar black stick figure.

"What did you do to me?" I choked out angrily. He turned me human. How could he? I hate humans.

"Dark created the weapon, which turns stick figures into humans. It was the only way to separate you and Vira without killing one or both of you." Alan explained gently as he pulled me into his chest. I could feel him rub small circles against my back.

"I hate you," I reply with a small pout. Alan smiles as he pulls me into his arms. I didn't realize how small I was compared to him until he easily held me in the air. With a shriek, I wrap my arms around him.

"Want to say hi to the other?" Alan asks me softly as he sits in his chair. Shaking my head, I bury my head into his warm chest. I didn't realize humans could be this warm. Sighing, I hear Alan type to the others and answering their questions.

"Want to explain?" I hear a voice come from the doorway. As Alan turned around, I let go of Alan to see who was speaking. I barely recognized the woman as Alan's wife.

"So, this is The Chosen One. We had to turn him human to save him and Vira." Alan hastily explained while tightening his grip on me. As they talked, I took in my appearance fully without freaking out.

I could tell I had long black hair with skin slightly darker than Alan's I had ripped jeans and a black long sleeve shirt with orange shoulder pads and an orange '8' on the front. I also had black and white shoes. Looking at Alan, he reached into a drawer and handed me a small mirror. Nodding, I looked in the mirror and saw the same brown eyes Alan had and a small scar across my right eye.

"I have a friend that can help out. He can give Chosen a fake birth certificate." I hear Alan finish. Alan's wife sighed and left the area. "You okay?" Alan asks me. Nodding, I start twiddling my fingers. Without warning, Alan pulled me up and carried me across the room the black-clad bed with colorful pillows.

"What's going to happen to me know?" I ask nervously as Alan set me down on the black sheets.

"Get you a birth certificate. You look about eight years old. Probably will have me as your father and the mother as unknown." Alan explains to me as he kneels next to me. I cross my arms as I frown at his explanation.

"You are not my dad," I tell him. How dare he think I would ever want to be his to control.

"It would just be legal purposes. Plus, you need a new name for when you go to school." Alan tells me with a small frown.

"School?" I exclaim. "I don't want a new name!" I cry out while pushing him away. SLiding across the bed, I bring my knees up to my chest. I could feel the bed shift as Alan slid next to me.

"I know you don't like how things turned out, but what did you think would happen. What you were doing to Vira was just as bad as what I did to you." Alan tells me in a stern voice. I flinch at his tone and words.

"You only did what you had to. I'm nothing more than the monster you created." I choke out as tears stream down my face.

"You are not a monster," Alan told me softly as he wiped the tears away and pulled me into his chest again. "Now, want to help me come up with some names or should I choose?"

"Fine," I grumble as I cross my arms in his hold. "I don't know any names," I mumble. Alan squeezes me tighter in response.

"How about Alex? Alex Becker?" Alan asks while holding my chin and wiping my tears away.

"Sure," I mumble.

"Now, you are going to need your own room. There is a spare room that we can make yours." Alan rambles as he picks me up and carries me through the halls to another room. "We can add some decorations and get some new bedsheets. Make it yours." Looking around the room Alan brought me to, I shrug. Alan lays me on top of the bed and brings the covers around me. I slowly fall asleep as I feel a small peck on my forehead.