Another Story In Another #life-2 Commander Brook Coast closed his cars front door while thinking about the last 3 months. Evans death was forgotten by everyone but Commander Coast, not a single trace could be found that could prove Evans existence. Commander Coast sighed and decided to think other things, other than Evan. He raised his head and looked at the giant white building in front of him, there were still 10 minutes to the meeting but he hated to be late. He climbed up the stairs and approached the two guards standing before the entrance. "Good morning Commander Coast." He greeted the guards with a nod and walked through them as quickly as possible after guards've checked his ID card. He wasn't in the mood to stay and chat, he was called by the supreme Council of Misron, the rulers of the entire nation. Commander Coast hoped that everything's alright, although the urgent call of the Supreme Council. He passed through the long corridor and arrived to the elevator. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: He opened the door of the meeting room and shocked to see the twenty three members of the Council. He was sure he've come earlier than the appointed time. "Come forth, Commander Coast. We were waiting for you." Commander Coast checked the clock hung on the wall to be sure he wasn't late. "I am very sorry I thought the meeting was planned for seven o'clock." The youngest member of the council, William Ferell nodded in agreement, "You're correct Commander but we wanted to talk to you as soon as possible. We've hidden something, that you should have learned earlier." Commander Coast raised his eyebrows in curiosity, what could that be? His question had answered itself when Commander saw the person who opened the door silently. He knew the professor very well. "Another human-weapon?!" He rose his voice in terror and turned to the Council members. "You're planning to create another? After Evan's death? After all those deaths? Are you not satisfied yet with the pile of corpses we buried? This is not an option anymore!" Professor approached Commander Coast, "Brook, I know how you feel... But it's different this time. This one will live longer, we're sure of that. New one is a female." "Female? You think her gender could change anything about the children's fate? Or the danger and stress she'll face through? Do you think any children could carry the burden Evan and the others tried to carry?" "That may be true Commander but we cannot give up now. The baby is already made with your DNA and currently alive." Commander Coast raised his eyebrows, "Made with my DNA? Alive?" William Ferell nodded, "Yes, that's why we hid her from you till the time is right." William Ferell observed the face of the Commander before continuing. "We know you still bear the pain of Evan's death that's why we didn't tell you about her... But it's time to accept her existence and believe in her." William Ferell pointed the door, "You may go and see her, the 24th weapon-human now." Professor put his hand on Commanders shoulder, "Do you want to see her? She's very cute." Commander clenched his teeth. "You had to stop lying to me Professor." Professor Landell nodded, smiling, "This was the last one, promise." Commander Coast took a deep breath before exiting the meeting room, unsure of what to feel about this new little baby brought to #life in a laboratory.

What Happened??? To tell the truth, I wasn't expecting that when I got up my bed. It's still a mystery and a perfect excuse for my imagiation to run wild again... When I opened my eyes I hoped I wokeup early than I should. I got up from my bed, looking for a clock in my room so that I could prove myself that I'm not late. Without my contact lenses everything was in a blurr but thanks to the sunlight coming from my window I saw a little. I took my phone from my table and looked at the clock. "Thank god, I woke up an hour before the alarm." I thought to myself. I liked waking up early so that I could daydream in my bed before I continue my boring real #life. Unlucklyly, I had to go to the bathroom so I tried to find my way to the door. I opened the door with care hoping my dad's still sleeping. There was no one in the corridor and my dads rooms door seemed shut. I smiled while walking slowly to the bathroom, opening the door slowly. The sunlight was coming from the little window next to the shower but it was still very dim for me to see without lenses so I turned on the lights before shutting the door behind me. I held my breath when I see a dark spot on the bathroom floor. A big bug? A spider? Maybe somethings packet? I really hated big bugs but I was okay with spiders these days. I sat on the floor and crawled to the black spot while hoping its not alive whatever it is. When I was closer to it, I saw a mark on the rug before me when I got closer I saw the red mark closely, it was blood. I gasped in horror to find out the black spot was something carried blood so it was a living thing. I gulped before I got a little closer to the black spot, still hoping it was dead. I cursed at my eyes for not seeing anything without lenses. I saw what was the mysterious black spot when was 10cm near it. It was a giant moth. Okay, so you're telling me not to fuss over a dead moth lying in front of me? Sorry but it was horrifying to see the dead moth 10 cm close to me lying dead, his beautiful wings covered in blood? I had seen dead moths before but not a bloody one lying before me in a closed shut room. Where did he came from?? I closed my eyes and backed up a little swallowing what I saw. My brain suddenly started to imagine what happened, blood marks, dead moth, the story behind them. I imagined the moth trying to fly, constantly falling on the rugand leaving the blood marks, then giving up walking a little before falling to the ground, struggling a little more before his death... I took a deep breath before getting up, feeling sorry for the giant moth. I took another step to the toilet passing the moth. I was calming down. Untill I saw the toilet. "What the fck is happening??!" I thought to myself. The water in the toilet was a dark color. I got my head close the water and saw its red. I quickly got up flushed the toiled while watching the crimson red gone with normal water. Blood in the toilet, a bloody dead moth on the rug which came from no where... I think I'm gonna sleep again...

Hate Is What Makes Me... I love the feeling of hate. I don't know why but I love the hot feeling of hate, burning in me when I clunch my teeth. Hate makes me feel like I'm capable of anything, like I'm strong. I'm very shy and sometimes coward in real #life but when I'm filled up with hate, I can feel I'm living. Hate makes me lose control and act without thinking, just with feelings. That makes me happy and honest. Sometimes I hate what I've done when I'm angry... but After a couple of days and hours of thinking I realised that actually I've done what I've wanted to so it makes me feel more free. My hate is what makes me myself. When I'm calm, I become like a shadow drifting around, unseen, unheared, untouchable... No one cares for me and I just sat in my chair and people pass by me. I'm invisible. When I'm angry, I like hurting people (I'm sorry but it's true). I love to hurt the one made me angry. I became a monster of hate, controlled by just feelings of my näive soul, like a newborn animal. I love to have my friends with me and I'll do anything to protect them. I love to have new friends to, I'm actually very talkative. I want to be honest with people but I'm afraid to lose a friend because of something I say. I'd love to have more friends whom I can trust and be honest without hesitation. If you want to talk with me I love to talk and listen to your stories too. Just say

Wanted 4 "I think we should camp here, it's getting dark." Florence nodded, they were walking for 5 hours but the sun was setting already. "Look Tex, you don't have to come with me. I'm on a long and painful journey." Shaun smiled, "I know, I know." He looked at Florence while opening his bags zipper, "By the way, I told you. I'm Shaun not Tex." Florence smiled, "Why don't you start using Tex as your name? It sounds cool." "Are you crazy? Tex sounds like I'm a dinosaur or something! I'm an adult, raised with eastern culture and so. It doesn't sound like me." Florence nodded in wonder. "Your surname was Rostwell, right? Was your father a foreigner?" Shaun stopped what he's been doing and stared at the ground for a while, like thinking how to respond. "Yes, my father Ryan Rostwell was not from here... He was a engineer from west, travelled to here and fell in love with my mom." Florence noticed his shivering voice. He wanted to change the subject. "So, who are you Tex? We've never introduced ourselves, have we?" Shaun nodded while unpacking his bag, "Well, you know my name and age... I'm a martial arts expert. I was working in army, raising new experts like me..." He looked at the bandage wrapped around his right hand. The bullet hole was still there, though it wasn't vital anymore. "Normally I can stop normal bullets with my bare hands but I didn't understand what happened yesterday." Florence nodded, he'd noticed that Shaun didn't get shot on purpose already. Florence looked at Shauns hand, he was wounded and doctor told him to never use his hand again for 2 or more years. "I'm sorry for your hand Tex. It must be really hard for a martial arts expert to lose one of his hands." Shaun shrughed his shoulders, "Well, it was my fault. I'm trying to see this as a difference in my new #life." He turned to Florence, "By the way, why are we going to Trandbury? It's an old village." Florence sat near Shaun. He knew that it was the time to tell him who is he. "Well, I think I should tell you who really sm first. I'm a archeologist who's searching for lost treasures of history. My parents were the 'Ghastlings couple' who are infamous for stealing historic texts and treasures." Shaun opened his shocked eyes. "Your parents were the Ghastlings couple? The thiefs stole and burned the Golden Papyrus?!" Florence smiled forcefully, "They were thieves yes, but they didn't mean to do any harm. They just knew the secret things about history and could discover what other archeologists couldn't... But no one believed in them so they had to stole and learn those things. I am a thief like them, I just want to learn about the past. I know the secrets like they do, that's why I know how to speak forgotten and complicated languages." "Wait, you're going to Trandbury to stole from the museum?!" Florence bit his lower lip, "Tex I promise I'll put it back! I'm not a real thief!" Shaun took a deep breath and stood up. He didn't know what to say to this kid. "Florence, the world is not very elegant like you think. Your #life is short, you shouldn't waste it like that." "Look whos talking!" Florence stood up in anger. "My #life is not short like everyone! I'm trying to tell you Tex, I'm immortal! I can't die, my body can not age either! I'm stuck in this eternal #life!" He lowered his head and took a deep breath, trying to hide his tears. "I'm sorry. I'm not used to living like this either, sorry for shouting at you." Shaun looked confused. "Okay... I didn't mean to hurt you kid." Smiled while sitting on the ground again, "Well, thief or not, we're together in this right now. You saved my #life so it belongs to you kid. I have nothight to do with it." Florence took a deep breath, his journey was getting more and more complicated. Shaun stood up again, "I'll prepare the tent for tonight... And after that, you're gonna tell me your whole story, okay kid?" Florence nodded in despair, "here we go..." He whispered to himself.

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