Mistake-95 Chapter Three: Something Is Wrong Here "Well, we certainly have a lot to do then!", Mistake-94 said. Everyone left, they went off to do other things that were probably more important then standing around all day. "Call me Lucas. Come with me, we have a lot of questions for you" Lucas turned and walked off in the other direction. I followed, "Yea, well I bet I have more!" I said under my breath. I looked at the ground, admiring the artwork. "Oof!" I ran into him, I looked up. "We're here!" He smiled at me. he waved his hand for me to follow. We were in a hallway now it was long and had paintings on the walls. The walls were aligned with doors, the doors looked as if though they were made of redwood. The walls were white and had black moldings horizontal to the floor. "Watch your step," he said. The hallway started to lead down a staircase now. The walls were now mad of brick and stone as well as the staircase. It went down in a spiral, and torches hung on the walls for light. "This is the oldest place in on Earth that has been discovered since the endå" Lucas explained. "What do you by the end?" I asked. "You will know soon, leave all your questions till the end of this section." He said opening the door at the bottom of the staircase. It did look old, I remember this door! I thought. But then I forgot, I started to feel light headed and fell to the floor. Slowly opening my eyes I could see a light above me. I tried to sit up but I was strapped down. I tried to look around but that didn't help. "She's awake!" I heard a voice call. "Just give her some time to rest a bit, she's very ill." I heard a quite oddly familiar voice whisper. My vision started to blur, it turned dark and gloomy. Then it started to come to me now. There was a house, it was a bleached blue. There was an apple tree in front, with a tire swing hanging from its branches. It looked peaceful, until I saw her, a little girl ran outside to the tree and started crying. I wanted to go ask what's wrong and give her comfort. "Why can't I be like the others? Why can't I have a normal #life? Why can't I have cool stuff? Why are we so poor?" She continued to yell questions out to the world. Then she stood there waiting for it to answer. I tried to walk forward, but I couldn't. Then vision started to fade, "No!" I cried. But it was too late, all I saw was darkness. My vision was foggy and full of dust. In the far right corner of my eyes I could see a small light. But I saw nothing more, it slowly came to focus. Then it hit me, people ran in every which way. Grabbing things like bullets, guns, first-ad kits and canteens. I was in a tent of some sort, the sick lay on gurneys. Some had looked as if though they had just experienced an explosion. Some had casts, or bullet holes in their bodies. Others lay dead, with a blanket over top their entire body. Pain started to surge my eyes, there was a flash of smoke. The setting had changed once again.

Mistake-95 Chapter Two: A Person Fell on Me. The sky was dark and motionless. The stars very few dazzled with hope, the full#moonglowed with freedom. For I was only looking through a glass dome. The ground was solid and not fragile, it was soft not slippery. I lay there in bewilderment. "Ouch!" One of the men, "bot-21", fell on me out of nowhere! I pushed him aside and sat up. What I saw was even weirder then before. There were portals opening and closing dropping men in dark-green suits and dark-blue suits. The dome seemed to go on forever surely it ends somewhere. But where? Wind blew from above and my instincts told me to move to my feet. My instincts have been correct. If I hadn't moved I would've been crushed. I looked around, something didn't feel right. The portals came to a stop. I heard a loud buz that echoed in the dome. The bots and clones started to form into two groups. And ordered them selfs in numeral form according to the numbers on their signs. Apparently I was the odd-ball. Just standing in between the two groups like a lost puppy. The ground started shaking but I was the only one affected by it. The ground opened around me, and I slid down a tunnel. I wanted to scream but my voice would not work. Finally I saw light up ahead. I fell to the floor landing on my feet. The room was huge, the walls and floors this time were not made of glass but of solid metal. There were machines and weapons through out the whole room. As I walked across the floor I heard talking and laughter coming from far ahead of me. I kept walking, I saw people standing around talking. They all looked...well...normal not identical. Then I finally saw him. He was standing casually, leaning on a...staff? I wasn't quite sure. I felt something touch my shoulder. By my surprise I turned and pulled his arm behind his back into a locking position. He grunted "Ugh...don't uh...err...I'm...grr...I'm on your side. Can you let go of me please?" "It's ok mistake-95, you can let him go," I turned my head, Mistake-94 was right next to me smiling. I let go, I didn't know how I did it. It just happened like as if someone else took control over my body. "For someone your size, you sure are strong. Hi! I'm Mistake-92 but people call me Blade," Mistake-92 or Blade said to me. "Come on, we need to get some training on!" Mistake-94 yelled. "Wait what do you mean by training? Training for what? What's with the signs if you already have names?" Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at me like as if though I had said something wrong. "What?" I asked. A silent mumble started across the group. They were saying things like "Is it true?","Could it be her?", "What did they do to her?", "Did they really mess up when making her?", "Why doesn't she know?", "Is she stupid?".

Mistake-95 Chapter One: Another victim of it's killing. I lost my breath in the wind. The view was so marvelous, but it was of something I have never seen before. As I stared out a big window that seemed to be the structure of the building, I couldn't remember who I was or where I am. 'You can lose your identity but not who you truly are,' a voice said. I turned around, all I saw were tables that were completely made out of glass. Almost every thing was made of glass,the roof and the floor too. Even the walls, I could see people on the other side staring back at me. They looked like doctors, though I think they were, they wear white from top to bottom. They had devices that you could see through, I guess no one here cares about privacy. I couldn't hear any thing, but I could see their mouths moving, it was probably the glass that cut the sound off. The room was long and thin but off to a corner of the whole floor, I dared not to look down, for who knows how high up I am. I looked down at my self. I can't believe I hadn't realized this before, I wore a sleeveless dress that was above knee length and made from some type of fiber that felt like rubber. When I touched the dress it shimmered like a broken TV set. To my right was a mirror. I didn't know my hair was brown and that my eyes were bright electric blue. I looked like a cartoon, not natural at all. My nails and earrings were also white. I turned around, I was going to ask for help or scream until this nightmare was over but that wouldn't help. The room started to fade but then I started to realize that there was gas spilling every where in the room, I couldn't move, I couldn't breath. I gave up and blacked out cold and hard with a head smashing, bone crushing daze. It was a blur, but I think I was in a gurney. They injected some type of fluid in my heart, I couldn't stop them and my muscles wouldn't move. I was paralyzed. But before I knew it, I blacked out. Next thing I knew I was strapped to a seat. The straps were criss-crossed across my chest, they were also white. The seat was connected to a wall in line with other seats that were empty. All but the one I'm in, the seats were white also. This time I was wearing a white suit and my hair was pulled back in high pony tail. Meanwhile as I was struggling, the structure started to rumble. Many others were placed wile dosed off by men in white. Most of the others were men. All had black hair, except one. He had blond hair, it was long. It stopped at his jaw-bone, and his face was more slim then the others. His suit was gray and he was skin and bones like as if he had been starved to death. There was a sign on him that read 'Mistake-94'. He sat next to me. The structure started to rumble again, it woke him up.He started to panic and pull at the straps, with the look of confusion wiped on his face. The others began to wake, another rumble went off. I put my hand on his shoulder,"It will be fine.Look I don't know what's going on but it surely does not seem right. But I think you need to calm down a bit." He stopped struggling and looked at me, his eyes were green unlike the other men whose eyes where brown. "Your not like the others in this room" Mistake-94 said. I turned my head and looked at the men in the room, they looked exactly the same the only difference was the signs on there chest it would say 'clone-65' or 'bot-75'. The ones who read 'bot' had dark-green suits. I looked at my sign it read 'Mistake-95'. "We are both a Mistake?" I looked back at him. "You don't realize that they are using us, do you?" He replied with a chuckle. "As a matter of fact I don't, I don't know what's going on. It's all a blur." I closed my eyes and set my head back. I felt a gas hit against my feet, I looked down and saw a gray fog on the ground. "Here we go again!" Mistake-94 said. Then the fog became the whole room and took me in it. Another victim of it's killing.

Mistake-95 Introduction: This is about a girl who wakes up in the future. Who is apparently a "mistake" or a solider made from chemicals but the first ever "mistake" was not purposely made to have feelings. Unlike the "clones" and "bots". The "clones" were basically a clone of a great solider. And the "bots" are just robots. And they are all forced to fight for the humans or so called "Aliens". But the "mistakes" knew better. They know the "Aliens" secrets. But what they don't know is themselves, the "mistakes" we're from the past in which they have died and were brought back to #life.

Haters=Fame The people going to hate, I won't care at all. That's my debate. Although I might be dull, But I'm still a good date. I might dream too tall, And can't concentrate. But I can put up a wall. Now, these haters Are what make me strong. I'm not one of them traitors Cuz this has been going on to long. It's one of them Now or Laters But it's now cus it's all wrong. I might be just a maker, But I'm good in song. (A/n- I don't care what others are going to think of me. Their hate only makes my supporters stronger. And that will only rise my fandom. This will make me stronger. Cuz it'll only make me wanna come back harder. And in the end, they are just jealious because I'm famous for being myself and not them for being fake. So, if you wanna hate? Go ahead! I don't care! It'll just make things worse for the better of it! Much luv! xoxo -L Nicole<3 )