posted on Jul, 17 2006 @ 06:29 PM
The Way the Road leads
There they stood… The men stood right there in the entrance way looking up at the beams of light that shun down from the sun through the opening.
Men with guns, the ultimate equalizers, and yet they failed to keep locked away the monster they had created. Now the people in the open world must
put up with him and he now goes exploring. It is obvious that he’s unclear as to where to go, which makes it harder to track him down, he’ll
simply be moving around in random directions, no place to go, but the world, and no single one place to stay…
This is where our story ends, and his begins… For now anyways.
They called me Hawk, but that’s not my name, my name is Jason, I would prefer to be called Jason. I was always fond of that name, Jason, it’s
just the sound of it, how it rolls off the tongue… Jason. What a name. Screams emanate from a dark alley, it’s now night out, I’ve never been
outside when it was night, or dark… But for some reason I feel right at home in the darkness, it must be what they built into me. The screams of
men are still coming from that alley, man is god on this world; what can he possibly be afraid of?
It seems man has nothing to fear but himself, this world is that pathetic that a stranger would pull out a knife, beat and steal from another man,
just trying to make his way home… Someone should really do something, but not me. They’re not fit for my help. None of them are. This is a very
busy place, all the lights from the streets, buildings, music, horns, people talking, it’s a busy city. None of them know I’m here, none of them
have any idea what’s going on, just like me. My time of confinement is finally over, now it’s my time to see and understand life what really is,
that is my quest, that is what I will do.
Project F.H. (Flight of the Hawk) is quite the project indeed, he was originally conceived biologically from a stasis’ bio-carriage, in simpler
terms, means he was born of a womb. He has a mother, but not a father. There was no true, real way to artificially and successfully grow a stable
creature, so we needed a biological carriage for him. I guess you can say it was an immaculate conception, only through means of a needle and medical
science. He stands 6 feet and 4 inches tall, has brown eyes/hair and has strong facial features, but that’s not what’s imposing about him, what
is… is what was built into him, he has wings. The hardest part of the project was incorporating those wings, getting the gene splicing and the
proper amino-based acids into the ladder took decades to do. Not only that, but he is extremely intelligent, he adapts to his environment, he learns
and applies what he has learned. This all is what makes him so special, so important to the men in suits that they now devote an entire army to
hunting him down. If he can’t be captured alive, he’ll be killed and his genes recycled and put into a circulation. The harsh reality of
Government projects, what you fail at once, well try, try, try again.
[edit on 17-7-2006 by ShatteredSkies]