The many worlds of Twin Earth

The Prologue of Twin Earth!

2011-02-16T13:57:00.000-08:00

Every beginning has an end and every end has a beginning. The cycle of creation demands this to occur, but some beginnings start out small. Like waves in a pond each created by a source and spreading outwards until it affects the whole body of water, no matter how large. A small ripple was created in a small village with many small farms splattered across the landscape. Summers were often short and hot and the winters long and hard. The people of the village were happy to have such weather, for it made them appreciate every moment that they have in a certain season. This also made them undesirable to be concurred and the relative wealth of the country grew due to this silence on the war front. For the most part the people were farmers with no interest in arms past a simple knife or a bow and arrow to hunt the game that ran freely in through the woods that spread before them. It was a simple time and the people worked hard, however even when they worked hard the weather would sometimes dictated who lived or died.

It was during an extremely harsh winter that a young woman named Elsa was in her home stoking a small fire. Her husband, Halam, had gone out to the woods to hunt. Meanwhile Elsa kept herself busy within the house, occasionally stopping to stir the stew that was in a black pot that hung over the fire. Her stomach was distended with pregnancy and it made it difficult to do even the simplest of tasks but she was happy. Her life had been good so far with a loving and doting husband, a fine home and a child on the way, there was nothing more she could ask for.

A knock came from the door and she rushed towards it, thinking her husband came home at long last. When she opened it there was a stranger waiting on the other side. “I beg of you let me warm up. Afterwards I will be on my way.” The woman spoke, her voice cracking.

In hindsight Elsa should have realized that her husband wouldn’t knock at the door of his own home. Else stared at the woman, thinking, trying to find an excuse for not letting her inside but in the end she opened the door wider to let the woman inside. She was not one for letting strangers into her home but found it hard to turn down the old woman. She seemed familiar to her in some way. The old woman made her way inside and Elsa closed the door. “I don’t have much but I do have hot water.”

The old woman flipped back the hood of her travelling cloak and revealed a woman who was in her late forties with brilliant red hair that was streaked in both blonde and white. Her features were lined but by no means a haggard old maid that her voice dictated her to be. She didn’t say another word but stared at Elsa with a small smile on her face. Elsa thought it rude to let the guest go without a drink so she got a pair of small clay cups and poured some water from the kettle into it. The woman took it gratefully and sipped, holding it with both hands. Elsa had no idea how this was going to be so comfortable, just the two of them sitting in the same room. She had never felt this comfortable with another person, save her husband, before this. Usually having a long silence between two people is very awkward but with this woman there was no need to talk.

She was pondering this when a sudden pain ripped through her stomach, causing her to drop her cup. It shattered on the floor in large pieces. As quickly as the pain came it disappeared. She pondered this, not letting on what just happened but the woman was staring at her with a strange look on her face. This was the first time that she noticed that her eyes were the same as her husband’s. She was in the process of thinking this over when another pain hit, this time she was dropped towards the floor. The woman was by her side, catching her arm before she hit the floor. “It’s time for them isn’t it?” The woman asked in an accent that was familiar but at the same time not so much so.

Suddenly fearful as another wave of pain ripped through her subconscious mind, she wasn’t sure if it was the fear talking or something else completely but she had to ask. “Who are you?”

The woman stared back her with blue eyes with strange melding of green within. Eyes that seemed deep and endless, eyes that have seen more than what Elsa could imagine. “I am someone who is safe.” The woman responded and began to repeat those words. As Elsa listened to her words and stared into her eyes her body only gave a surge of resistance before her mind surrendered and her mind was lost. Neither pain nor words reached her now, her body only reacted in instinct now.

The woman looked down on Elsa and sighed. She guessed that she pushed her mind too far but prayed that it wasn’t too far for her to recover from. There was so much to do with so much guesswork involved. It didn’t matter at this moment. They were coming into the world and she had to make her choice. It shouldn’t be time yet but it was just chance that she was around the right area at the right time. She tilted her head. This woman was too much like her own mother, but that memory was hard to pull out of her mind. Too much time has passed, too much time. She sighed. It would end now. She would be stronger than the one that came before her, and the one before that. She could only guess how many were, where it all started, but she knew that it had to end. She withdrew a silver dagger from under her cloak, and stood before Elsa, a woman so much like her own mother it hurt.

As the pain of childbirth raked through Elsa the woman chewed on her lower lip. She tightened the grip, saying a few words that no one but herself understood and drove the dagger down.

She was just as weak as the rest of them. She couldn’t do it. She buried her head into her hands and screamed. She screamed in frustration and of the knowledge of what was to come.

Important Notice

2010-07-26T15:24:00.000-07:00

Hello followers of the Twin Earth,

Some good news and some bad news...
First the good news
Please click here to see what the good news is.

Meanwhile this brings me to the bad news. As of today the sequenced chapters of Sinclair will be discontinued unless there is interest, then I shall put up more postings as well as other stories of Twin Earth.

An Annoucement

2009-10-06T16:35:00.000-07:00

Sinclair of Twin Earth is coming to Smack Jeeves at the end of the month, computer issues permitting. I have top make sure that there is enough comics made so that I can participate in NaNoWriMo this year without worrying about it.

Notes to keep up with the masses...

2009-06-17T23:25:00.000-07:00

I haven't forgotten about this story of Twin Earth. Forgive me for taking my time with the next chapter but Chapter 20 is a LONG chapter and it takes me twice as long as it should to transcribe my handwritten scribble that is sometimes just blather.

Given all the things that are happening please don't expect anything before the end of summer.

Yes Chapter 20 is THAT long.

Thank you for your patience and loyalty to Sinclair and hope that you stick around for the rest of the tale.

Sinclair Chapter 19

2009-04-20T19:07:00.000-07:00

John walked down the platform of the Constellation and nodded to Daniel. “We have our orders. Get ready to disembark as soon as possible.”

“Yes sir.” Daniel clapped his chest.

John walked the corridors as unfamiliar faces raced up and down them. His ears flopped down sideways – Daniel did a good job of spending his money. The Constellation will soon have to start working hard to pay off her bills. He was hoping to get back to work gently as his doctor suggested however this was not going to be the case.

He slipped into the captain’s quarters and slid behind the desk. Sighing he undid the heavy commanders coat and growled in frustration at the spots of blood that stained the crisp white of his shirt. He silently redid the bottom buttons to hide the spots and pulled out the envelopes that contained the formal orders. He put it on the top of the desk and stared at it, his eyes unfocused. Alexandrea flashed into the room, “Crew and ship ready for take off sir, destination and orders?”

“Very well,” John responded. He got up very slowly and picked up the envelopes before getting on the elevator. He flipped open one that had Constellation written in fancy script on the front and read the papers held within as the elevator moved it’s way to its destination. The elevator rang telling that it reached its required floor and John folded the letter and shoved it back into the envelope, before stepping out onto the bridge. Daniel looked over from his place at the helm and quickly stood his mouth opening about to say something but John spoke first. “Our destination is Outpost Ten to pick up Admiral Tift, who is currently aboard the Dayflower. We are to bring her here safely.” He paused, walking to the middle of the top level of the bridge, directly behind the helm. “However, according to our sources there were seven Dekedai ships on their way to Outpost Ten.”

Alexandrea shifted, “I’m old. I’m not sure if I can out run the Dekedai. What are they? Scouts, cruisers, dreads?”

“Unknown. If we wait they will be on the Dayflower and her escort. She wants to be our get away and high tail it to Outpost Ten.” John snarled “This is only seven ships. If we don’t have the backing of this admiral we may as well lose the outer quadrant. Get legs Alex!”

“Yes captain!” She straightened and fazed out of sight. Engines hummed to life.

John leaned over the safety railing that came up high on his chest to talk to Daniel. “Daniel please meet with the chief of security and make an invasion plan. Make sure that it is simple. Everyone else is to be armed at all times, especially after we rendezvous with the Dayflower.”

John then went over to a young McGee half breed he had never seen before that was sitting at the communications centre. He pulled out a small envelope out from the one with Constellation written on it and handed it to him. “When we come within distance of the Dayflower we are to send this message.”

The McGee opened the envelope and quickly read the small message contained. “It is a strange message sir, but I shall send it.”

John nodded and left the bridge with the orders he gave, to wrestle the pile of bills that had somehow accumulated in a bin near his desk. He began to sort through them and began the task of administrating everything. When most of it was in neat piles he finally looked up and saw Alexandrea standing opposite of his desk holding a pile of fresh bandages and a fresh shirt slung over her shoulder. “You should change your bandages before our meeting with the Dayflower.” She smiled sweetly.

John smiled back and put down his tablet. He was almost finished and everything else can wait. He quickly piled up the papers and shoved them into his drawer before moving to the couch that also served in the room. Alexandrea helped him out of the coat and shirt and peeled off the bandages. The large wound on his chest oozed as she cleaned the sore. “The wound doesn’t want to heal that quickly.” He said with a sigh.

Alexandrea shot him a stern look, “It’s healing faster than it should. It’s very fortunate for you.” John just shook his head and lifted his arms as Alexandrea wrapped his chest.

Alexandrea was putting away the bandages as John stood and put on his shirt. “There is a lot of prejudices that we will have to overcome with this mission. We have to establish with the public that you aren’t a murder and that we can handle constant runs with success as well as we will accept something with a bit of danger involved.”

“Why this mission?”

John began to tie his tie. “Don’t be stupid. Admiral Tift was one of my sponsors when I purchased you. She is very supportive to us financially and with moral. If something happens to her we may lose ground in the human world as well as a strategician for the war.”

Alexandrea followed John and helped in shouldering on his coat. “But the Admiral is aging isn’t she?”

John smiled secretly. “Age isn’t everything.”

Alexandrea’s eyes faded. “The Dayflower is within range.” She announced.

John grinned knowingly as he entered the elevator, “Alexandrea I want the other entrance to my study sealed. Stage ten lock down.”

Alexandrea fazed beside him in the elevator “If you wish to continue with that request there shall be no entry from the other entrance point. Do you wish to continue?”

“Yes.” Something was nagging at John but he couldn’t put his thumb on it. Was he being too cautious? The showy tassels of the captains’ coat weighed heavily on his small shoulders but what else did he really expect? Squaring his shoulders he stepped out onto the bridge.

“Can I send that message sir?” Called the messenger officer.

John nodded as he stepped onto the clear bubble of space in the front of the stations. Suddenly a human in a similar uniform appeared out of thin air. “We have the seedling but we refuse to hand it over to you.” He said defiantly.

John couldn’t hide his shock, “Reason?”

“We cannot risk something so delicate to someone of obvious inexperience.”

John snarled slightly “Dayflower, are you aware that you are well out paced and out fire-powered?”

The Captain was taken aback for a moment, “What is this that you speak of?” His face a mask of confusion.

“Our intelligence shows that there are seven Dekedai ships on their way here. Our orders are to meet you here and pick up Admiral Tift. You and your escort are to make a run for Outpost Ten and we are to be off on our own merry way.” John pulled out an envelope and shook it before him. “I’m tired of this official crap and time is running out. We’re faster than you and the Dekedai don’t attack the Outposts so your ships are safe there.”

The other captain weighed John’s words then crumble before them. “Dock with sequence 32 on Port side. Dayflowers A.I. is named Destin.” With that he clapped a fist on his chest and fazed off the bridge.

John flattened his ears on his head. “I dislike that man.”

Daniel did the same, “I would have to agree with you sir.”

John walked off the bubble and walked towards the far elevator. “Daniel find your command jacket and meet me in the docking bay. Alexandrea hook up with Destin and get lined up with the Dayflower. I want out of here ASAP if not sooner. You,” he pointed at the communications officer, “I want you to get a hold of the guys at Outpost Ten. See if they can get any confirmations on our information and give us some more accurate distances.” He was feeling better about his power and authority.

“Yes sire I will get on that right away.” The McGee turned back to his station.

John stepped onto the elevator and travelled to the docking bay. Alexandrea appeared next to him dressed the ships blues. “Destin and I should be hooked up momentarily.” She shifted. “I really don’t want to be in this position Captain.”

John glanced her way. “I know, but it pays well.”

“Then it pays well again and again. The Dekedai have stated that they will attack and board any ship they find in space or have you forgotten that Captain?” She had a flare of anger in her face.

“I have forgotten nothing Alex.” He focused on plucking a string from his sleeve.

“Then we shouldn’t be sticking out our necks for money.”

“I wouldn’t let what happened at the North American Sky Tower happen again.” He pulled his shoulders back and straightened up.”

“How do you know about that?” She looked at him with a mix of surprise and wonderment about her.

“It was my suite that you crashed into, as well as many others, of course.” He glanced over to her. “I’m older than I look.”

Behind them the elevator door opened and Daniel strode forwards, his tassels on the shoulders moving with his stride, “How much longer?”

“Last locks inciting.” Alexandrea said officially.

Daniel stepped beside John and smoothed his shoulder tassels. “Dumb things. I guess I made here just in time. Hopefully the Dayflower isn’t into dilly-dallying, the Dekedai give me a bad feeling.

“You and me both.” John pulled down the front of his coat down just as the door opened and a preppy girl in orange appeared and bowed. Behind her was the captain of the Dayflower and Admiral Tift. Alexandrea approached the girl in orange and the two began to speak in computer data language. John cleared his throat, “Welcome to the ESS Constellation. I am…”

“So they are letting children captain ships in the half-breed division.” The other captain interrupted with a sneer.

“At least this child captain understands the danger when he sees it.” Admiral Tift smiled sweetly at the captain as she pushed past him. “I see Captain Sinclair here with his second in command, both armed even in their commander’s jackets.”

John stepped forwards “Nice to see you again Admiral.” He pulled out the orders envelope from his coat and handed to the Captain. “Captain your orders are to take your escort to Outpost Ten. I’ve delivered them so kindly remove yourself from my ship.”

The captain ripped the envelope from John’s hand, then saluted with a fist onto his chest. John returned with a salute of a hand being brought up to his forehead and a half grin. Frustrated, the Captain strode off the Constellation. Destin disappeared as well. “I’m actually surprised to see you here Sinclair. Weren’t you still on Earth three weeks ago?” Admiral Tift handed her bag over to Daniel.

“Yes we were. Now we are here.” John bowed slightly, gesturing her towards the elevator.

“Are you trying to bid for a route to this sector from Earth?”

John reached over and touched the panel on the elevator. “Perhaps Admiral. At the moment there are more important things on our plate.” He flashed a childish smile. “I never got to give a lovely lady like yourself a drink for your help in the bid for the Constellation.” The elevator stopped at the bridge. “Daniel, please escort Admiral Tift to my study.”

Daniel nodded and carried the bags to the other elevator across the bridge. In her presence the other half breeds stopped in the middle of their work and stood in attention for the Admiral as she passed. “This is much better reception than on the Dayflower.” She glanced at the weapons strapped on the persons of the half-breeds. “And better armed for that matter.”

Daniel stepped on the second elevator and programmed it to the study. “Captain Sinclair has issued an order for all of us and Alexandrea strictly enforces it. Any of us caught without an arm during their waking hours will be facing her wrath. As for your reception it comes from our backgrounds where anything less will come with a severe penalty.”

The doors slid closed. “Seems like I should slide a few humans onto this crew to be taught some manners.”

Daniel sighed. “Permission to speak freely?”

“Of course.”

“If a human was treated with half of the torment that most of us had to go through, most would not be well adjusted.” The doors reopened and he placed the bags near the elevator door.

“That may be true.” She said finally after settling onto the couch in the room. “But some may learn respect and orders.” She paused thinking. “See if Sinclair has a wine on this little tub of his.”

Daniel pulled his ears back and closed his eyes. Learn respect? What respect do you have? “Yes sir.”

Meanwhile John leaned over his communications officer. “That is too close for comfort.”

“Dayflower wouldn’t detach any sooner.” Alexandrea complained. “I’m still trying to get away from her but she keeps dogging me. I can’t get my main drive online until she is out of my way.”

“According to Outpost Ten those Dekedai hounds are on our tails.” The communications officer tapped the screen.

John tapped on a calculator with another Sinclair looking over his shoulder. He finally looked up like he was considering for a moment, then nodded. “Alright it’s risky but we have to get away from the Dayflower.” He pointed at the screen. “We are in danger of being caught here while this stupid escort is hanging around us. Drop from the plain that we are at and break free of the escort. Once we are free we can burn hot and hard for Outpost Seven, Eight if we can’t make it. We can get back on this plain once we get free of our escort.”

“We could do that but it will take our thrusters some time to break free of this plain. Will the new engines make it in time and take the strain?” The tall Sinclair looked down overtop John.

John looked up and smiled. “I hired you and your crew to look after those engines. If the drones can’t keep up then you and your men pick up the slack.”

“Yes Captain.” The Sinclair straightened up.

“On that last note, I don’t want Admiral Tift to know how close the Dekedai are to us. I have the feeling that she knows that they are near but I don’t want her to know that they are in fact nipping at our heels or that we are still currently half staffed. With this bunny hop such things are better left unknown.”

“Yes Sir!” Sounded the chorus of voices.

“I’m going to relieve Daniel. Please fill him in whenever you can, but you know what to do.” He nodded and squeezed out of the group of people wishing he could get out of the heavy coat.

He went down the elevator and found a laughing Admiral with a not so pleased looking Daniel pouring another glass of wine. “I’m pleased to see you are enjoying yourself Admiral.” He pulled up a padded seat and settled himself down.

“You should have some of this wine Johnathan, it is fantastic.” She took a long drink from the goblet.

John took the bottle from Daniel and scanned the label. “I would love to but I am on duty.”

She looked at the empty glass forlornly. “When did you become such a hard ass John? You have drunk me under the table so many times at the academy; I don’t think you can feel the alcohol in your system.” She looked at the empty glass forlornly.

John smiled and refilled her glass. “It just means that there is more for you Admiral.”

“You two seem to have known each other for a long time.” Daniel commented casually.

John rolled his eyes as he pulled the cork out of a new bottle. “Oh goodness yes! If John was human he wouldn’t be just a captain, but a fleet admiral!” The Admiral smiled drunkenly

“I doubt that I would be that capable Admiral.” John placed the bottle on the bar to breathe.

She smiled like a devil. “I know what you are capable of John. If you weren’t as capable as you are you wouldn’t be standing here today, as well as many of my colleges.”

Daniel looked at John with a question on his face but the young man was retreating into himself, the blue eyes looked out to the world with a burning hatred. “I…I’m going to go check on things topside.” He left in a rush.

“Did I bring something up that I shouldn’t have?” Admiral Tift giggled. “You should be proud of your accomplishments.”

“Would you be proud of doing what I had to do?” John frowned.

“Perhaps not, but I try to get as far from the Dekedai as possible, you on the other hand always play dangerously. Makes me wonder why you and I are together on this ride.”

John smiled brightening up his face “I need the funds to pad my pocket Admiral, nothing more. Well, perhaps to have a beautiful lady admiral pass out on my couch to make the boys jealous.”

The Admiral yawned, “I’m willing to comply with that as long as you wake me in time for Outpost Seven.”

“Of course Admiral.” John smiled as he took the glass from her. “One short nap and we’ll be there.”

The admiral laid down on the couch, her eyes closed before her head landed on the soft padded arm of the couch. John turned away his features twisted to dark hatred. Stupid drunkard of a woman! However she got to be an Admiral I will never contemplate.

Sinclair Chapter 18

2009-04-08T01:38:00.000-07:00

John woke with a start, eyes unfocused. He stared up at the ceiling for a long time. “I was about to leave for the day you know.” He turned and saw a single tear McGee sitting off to the side of the room, reading a folded newspaper on a folding table and eating a pudding. “You have the luck of them all. When we arrived not one of the doctors would give you a chance of surviving the night, and here it is a week later. How do you feel John?”

At the mention of his name, John’s mind seemed to reboot and a flood of memories hit him in a wave. “Where am I?” He asked as he sat up and put a hand to his forehead against the oncoming headache.

“We are at dock thirty-eight at Outpost seven in the hospital wing. Something happened in the wormhole that attacked your lungs and heart. Do you remember anything?” Daniel leaned forwards putting his elbows on his knees.

A flash of the character that introduced himself as Jashi flashed in John’s head. Was that a dream? He pulled his ears back and looked away. “I’m sorry, not a thing. Some other things are fuzzy as well.”

Daniel stood and patted John’s knee. “If you keep healing like you are you will be released to duty in a weeks’ time. Alexandrea will make sure that you will be caught up on the changes that have occurred since you’ve been injured.”

“Oh?”

“I’m sorry to say but there have been some changes to the roster. I’ve sold Andy, due to some conflicts of personality, but he has been replaced rest assured. Also we’ve been trying to fill in the ranks of the skeleton crew that we left Earth with, as well as refilling our supplies as much as we can in an outpost.”

“Don’t overspend the budget with supplies. Gather half breeds here if you wish but I do not want to be over supplied here.”

Daniel bowed. “As you wish, Captain. I will take my leave and let you rest now.” He took his coat and left the room.

John sighed and lay back down on the bed. Slowly he closed his eyes and the world went black. He opened his eyes again and found himself back in the strange room with the creature named Jashi. John stood in the darkness while Jashi was in the light. Strange bubbles floated overhead. One floated close to John and he touched it. For a moment nothing happened then the memory of the death of his father, fresh as if it just happened, brought him to his knees. The bubble then floated away as John knelt on the ground crying.

“It is interesting how those memory bubbles work. I’ve captured a few of them that belong to you but from the amount that you have, you must have a long life magic user.” Jashi looked from the bubbles to John. “I should know, my people had long lives.”

“Why are you here?”

“Why is anybody anywhere?” Jashi asked as the light faded into darkness.

Sinclair Chapter 17

2009-04-06T20:25:00.000-07:00

Pain, hot and raw hit John. “Alexandrea we have to keep him in a coma.”

“I no longer have anything else to give him.”

“He’s starting to bleed heavily again. Are you sure we don’t have a suitable donor on board?” John shifted, but in doing so began to choke. He opened his mouth gasping, trying for air.

“Keep his airway clear Daniel.”

“How much further?”

“Not much longer. I think.”

“You think? If he wakes in pain he’ll move. If he moves he may tear what little clotting that has happened.”

“I know. We already almost lost him a few times.” John started to open his eyes. Shadows hovered above him.

“Shit, he’s waking up.” Daniel came into focus.

“John you’ve been injured.” Alexandrea appeared in his field of vision. John moaned heavily trying to move. Daniel slammed John’s shoulder onto the table. John closed his eyes and sneered against the pain. Alexandrea slapped Daniels hand. “Don’t you think he’s already in enough pain?”

“If he gets up and bleeds out I don’t want that on my head.” He said calmly. Leaning over John he began to speak. “We made it out of the worm hole. So far you were the only crew member that was affected by the passage. We are on our way to outpost seven. We should be there any moment. Hang on and don’t move around.”

John relaxed on the examination table his breaths coming sporadically. Alexandrea fazed “Daniel we are arriving at Outpost seven and is ready for docking. Medical staff has been contacted and is standing by.”

“Very good. We’ll dock and get John to them. As soon as possible I want a staff meeting.” Daniel patted John’s shoulder. Well John in one trip you proved your point, now what?

Sinclair Chapter 16

2009-03-19T23:11:00.000-07:00

John walked in darkness. Where am I? he thought. He looked around and spotted a pillar of light and within that light was a chair and a crate. Running to the pillar he sighed seeing no one there. With a curiosity he ran his fingers over the chest that was fashioned like an old fashioned pirate’s chest, complete with an old fashioned pad lock. Kneeling before it he tried the lock, finding it fastened tight.

“What are you doing here?” A voice came from the darkness. John peered over his shoulder to see a tall pale figure step from the shadows. John was fascinated by the man at once for he had never seen such a figure like him before. His figure was like that of a thin human but his ears were long and pointed with a gold hoop hanging from each lobe. His brown eyes were bright and well lashed. He wore a long sleeved shirt with balloon pants with a sash tying them together around his chest. He also wore a set of shoulder pads with a long cloth hanging from under them. He frowned and asked once more “I asked what you are doing here?”

John was taken aback, unsure how to answer the man’s question, “I am here because I am here.”

The man was surprised. “You shouldn’t be existing here.”

“And where is here?”

“You should be dead. Not here.” He looked at John a shadow crossing over his eyes. “I did enough damage to your body that you should be dead.” John flinched back, slipping out of the light of the circle.

John snarled the darkness giving him an air of danger. Even so the man stepped forwards to the edge of the pillar of light. “What are you?” John said through bared fangs.

The man stood tall. “I am an elf. Jashi Zarconifi of the old race.”

John tilted his head in confusion. “This has to be a dream. There’s no such thing as an elf. I have to wake up, I have a ship to run.” He turned and began to walk into the darkness.

Jashi ran towards John but once he hit the end of the pillar of light he was hit with lightning. “What? A barrier?” Outside John was fading into the darkness. “Wait!” Jashi cried, “If you’re going to leave remember one thing; if you do wake, make sure the ship never enters the black hole without you!”

With a snort John walked away, into the darkness.

Sinclair Chapter 15

2009-03-11T00:25:00.000-07:00

“Captain are you awake?” Andy rapped on the door. “Captain!” He banged on the door with a closed fist.

Inside John rolled off the couch and made it to the door as more bangs were made. Opening the door he peered out. “What do you want?”

Andy paused for a moment. “You look like hell sir.” In fact he did, eyes still closed in half-sleep, hair sticking up at angles, clothes slept-in. “Anyways we are within twenty minutes before stream merge.”

John nodded and closed the door on Andy and went back to his couch and flopped down. “Meddlesome people interfering on my poor naps.” He yawned and finally opened his eyes. “Shoot.”

Up on the command deck Daniel began to pace. “Sir the calculations were flawed.” Alexandrea worried. “We are almost at the barrier.”

Daniel stopped for a moment. “I sent Andy to get him. If he has a bumpy ride below then so be it. Stop worrying so much.”

“I’m not worrying!” Cried Alexandrea. “He was wanting to be here to witness this.”

Daniel shrugged as the door opened and Andy stepped out on deck. “Where is John?”

Andy snarled, “I don’t know. That punk kid closed the door on my face.”

Daniel raised an eyebrow as he stepped forward, “That punk kid is your captain and should be respected as such.”

“Yeah right, that kid has no experience! How did some pup become a captain?” Andy and Daniel stood nose to nose. “He isn’t any better than some human!” With those words he pitched forwards as Daniel punched him in the gut.

As he fell into the second in command he heard these words whispered into his ear, “John is better than you know, older than you think and may be your only chance in getting out of this alive.” He shoved Andy onto the floor as John stepped off the elevator.

“Problems?” John looked over to Andy laying on the ground trying to recover his breath.

“Cramps sir. He must be worried about the upcoming turbulence.” Daniel straightened slightly as John eyed him and shook his head.

He walked down the ramp when the first wave rocked him off his feet. “All hands brace!” He barked as another wave hit and the ship listed, knocking everyone, save Alexandrea, off their feet, just to pitch them forwards as the ship rolled. John snarled as he slammed into the steel wall and scrambled to his feet, holding onto the wall as the ship rolled again. He pitched backwards and the ship settled into a dead zone. “Well that wasn’t horrible. That was it, right?” He looked up to Alexandrea as he rubbed the back of his head.

“Correct.” Alexandrea’s eyes went dead. “It wouldn’t be soon now.”

John looked out to the starless night, then back to the two men that were on the upper tier of the concord, “well tally ho off we go! Fire thrusters.” He turned back and stared out to the icky black.

Above on the platform Alexandrea began to shake then broke down, “Please Sir let me stop! I don’t want to go!”

John didn’t turn. “Keep going, you can’t turn around even if you wanted to. Everything will be okay. There’s nothing out there.” Suddenly all around him was white for a flash and he collapsed, holding his chest, onto the floor. The others surrounded him, calling his name, but they faded away into the background. The pain came then, crushing and relentless. He opened his mouth to scream but drowned on the blood. Pulling his hand away from his chest he noticed it was covered in blood so was his shirt. He closed his eyes against the sight and his mind separated away from the brutality that his body was enduring.

“Is this like the others went through?” Daniel yelled at Alexandrea

“No this is far worse!” She cried and fazed.

“Alexandrea you have to stay with us.” Daniel ordered as he pulled John up the shoulders, ignoring that his shoes were being covered in blood. “John?” He turned John over to face him and gasped. John stared back up with deadened eyes, but tears ran down his cheeks. The pale face began to have solid, dark lines spread across and up it. His shirt and coat was coated in blood. “Alexandrea where is the nearest infirmary?”

“I’ll lead you to it.” She said.

“Andy you handle things up here.” He picked up John in his arms and went to the elevator. The elevator sped it’s way to it’s destination and the doors opened and Alexandrea was waiting in another room for him. He gently laid John down on the table but as soon as he was on the table John spasmed and cried out, threatening to pitch him from the table. Daniel grabbed and held him down as Alexandrea tore the coat and shirt sleeve to get at his arm, with no gentility she stabbed his arm and injected a syringe full of liquid. Slowly his body relaxed and the two sighed in relief. Alexandrea got a cloth and began to wash John’s face “What do we do now?”

Daniel’s eyes darted in thought. “We have to make to Outpost seven quickly. Past that, keep John comfortable and hope this doesn’t spread to others.”

Alexandrea unbuttoned John’s shirt. “I’ll try my best to keep him comfortable but…” she stopped, “Daniel look at this.” She began to clean John’s chest and found an odd shaped wound. “It’s almost like someone tore off his skin, and it’s still bleeding.”

“Get some fluids in him. With the amount of blood he lost already he should need a transfusion. Pull his blood type and see if any of the crew match, if he has another episode like on the control deck, he might not make it though.” Alexandrea nodded. “Meanwhile I want to be up in control. Can your mainframe handle you being at two places at once?”

“Yes sir.” Alexandrea bowed her head.

“Thank you Alexandrea. We are running fairly short on people, if anyone else falls I’m not sure what to do. Call me if there is any change in his condition.”

“Don’t worry Daniel. The course is already plotted. All you guys have to do is enjoy the ride.” Daniel nodded and left the room. Alexandrea turned to John, “Hopefully you’re not in too much pain sir.”

Sinclair Chapter 14.

2008-10-08T23:32:00.000-07:00

John walked side by side with his second in command, Daniel. Over the last few days the two of them had smoothed out many of their differences. "Sir what are you hoping to prove with this course? Already many crews of men have died with this heading."

"It is simple. Many MEN have died. Yet all the hybrids on the ships have died of starvation or suffocation when the ships were powered down." John sighed, "This is the last try."

He was about to say more when Alexandrea popped out of nowhere wearing the same blue suits the hybrids were wearing. "Sorry to interrupt you but we are at the mouth of the passage."

"Thank you Alex. Take it in, we'll be up in a few minutes." John smiled and the girl nodded before disappearing once more.

Daniel gave a short puff of air. "I don't think I'll ever be used to her showing up on a whim like that." He pressed a button and stepped on the elevator, "But she is cute in that uniform. She is also a lot brighter and friendlier, how did you do it?"

John cracked a sly smile. "A friend once told me women mostly want three things, respect, privacy and fashion. With this crew she gets her own time scheduled off line, so she gets to do what she wants. She has her own room and I had new outfits created for her programming. The least she can do is be civil."

"Treating a computer like it is human. It's a revolutionary idea."

"They say the same about us as well." John nodded to Daniel. "In some places, some ships, we are treated worse than slaves."

Daniel nodded, "I can believe that sir. I can only hope that this mission is a success."

John looked over and waved off Daniel's words. "Now Daniel, no matter what you will never go back under a human command."

"Huh?"

John laughed as only a child could, "You will either die on this ship on this mission or die on this ship. Period.”

The doors opened and John strode out onto the control deck. Alexandrea paused paused her conversation with a Sinclair hybrid and came to John. “We passed the last warning gate. From here the passage narrows.” They walked across the top level to the system access and she pulled up a star map. “Soon we will get to a place of essential no return. I am too fat to turn around without severe damage.”

The other Sinclair piped up, “Alexandrea common now, we could make you lose some inches, just gotta exercise more!”

She sighed rolling her eyes. “This is also a slipstreamed black hole that has four or five branches off. If we remain on the main branch we will exit near outpost seven three weeks sooner than if we took the regular routes on fastest speed. However I have rode a few other branches and they are almost out of charted range, others are close to Alliance planets and other outposts. The only thing that we have to remember is that once we enter a slipstream we can’t pull out or we will be thrown who knows where or torn apart.” She pressed a button and the screen flipped showing the branches of the slipstream in a silver glowing line. “these paths are marked I have taken, the other broken paths are ones that my scanners have picked up but they are unverified where they exit but the drones have verified that they exit in safe zones, not stars or black holes. I would like to point out that all the above intersect at the narrows, where we hit the turbulence then the dead zone, in more than one meaning.” She looked saddened for a moment. John put a hand on her shoulder. She nodded and continued. “This is the only time my main thrusters have to be used. My main engines will have too much thrust and tear us apart.”

“Alright then Alexandrea, it sounds like a bumpy ride so I want an all system check and hardware scan for loose wiring, pieces, and etcetera. Daniel I want you to go to the engines and give the engineer on duty a related watered down version of what we heard and I want the repair drones ready in case. Andy I want the schedules skewed slightly and calculations made. I want everyone up and prepared for the worst when we hit the interception point. Also gather data on the other streams that had been found and keep an eye out for others that had formed since the constellation had passed last. I want to know if we can send people through those streams outside the main ship or if it will need a scout licence.”

The three other people nodded and Daniel left on the elevator. Andy was about to leave through the door to the main ship when he paused, “You okay by yourself up here sir?”

“I should be. If not I still have Alex here and Daniel wouldn’t be long. Take a break if you need it.”

“Thank you, sir.” He smiled, “I will send you those reports and schedules as soon as possible.” He disappeared off the bridge.

John turned back to the computer terminal that he was working at and smiled, “I think I chose a good crew.”

“Too bad that they all might perish on this trip.” Alexandrea’s eyes were unfocused on her scan.

John shook his head, “We all die sometime. Even you might.” Alexandrea turned angry at his words and turned her back to him. He was surprised and frowned and continued his work. “Maybe in the end I will be right and you’ll have too much to do to think about such negative things.” He smiled as he worked.

She peeked over her shoulder. “The last few days weren’t,” she paused and sighed, “horrible. And you, were… Are, better than I could ever expect.”

John paused and looked over to the girl. “That is very generous of you to say.” He pressed a few more buttons and continued, “But you are everything I had imagined you to be when I first read about you.”

She laughed. “Yeah you must have a good imagination about rouge computers.”

John stared at her with piercing blue eyes, “No. I knew about you before you even knew yourself. Before you came into creation.”

“Don’t be silly Captain! I’m over fifty years old. I was created before your father was born.”

John smiled once more, in a sad way, “Alexandrea if anything happens to me read the tattoo on my neck. Keep the information to yourself.”

Alexandrea turn to John for a moment. “As it is your wish, Captain.” She then turned back to her work. John watched her for a few more moments before returning to his own work. Why can’t I tell her how I feel about this ship? He slammed his fist into a panel. It’s only a program. Not real! “Is everything okay John?”

“Yes, of course Alexandrea. Just something kinda frustrating.” He looked away from her.

She sighed, “Fine but don’t take it out on the panels. I can’t fix those out here.”

John put his ears back as his ears flushed. “Sorry.”

Hello Earth.

2008-03-19T20:55:00.001-07:00

It is with sad news that I haven't been able to write on any computer with any length of time without subjecting myself to lengths of agony afterwards.

Sinclair is marching onwards and is starting to come to a climax where most stories of Twin Earth fade. Hopefully I will get over my illness and recover to the point where I will transcribe it over and fix it's errors and correct some of the drawbacks. I was actually hoping that I would actually get to the point where I was revising and fixing the story before seeing where the story would end.

In the last two years there has been no interest from people wanting to know more about the story, so I've been writing this one for myself and not for others, unlike the stories of Alarice.

On Hold

2007-06-19T13:27:00.000-07:00

Sorry People but I decided to put Sinclair on hold for a bit until I can comprehend what will happen next. This is complicated. Please have patience and have faith that it will return. If you are here from my mailing list you were sent this in response. Sinclair will return but a date is not available at this time. Sorry for the disruption and hope you will tune in when Sinclair returns.

Kami Akai

Sinclair Chapter 13B

2007-04-26T09:46:00.001-07:00

"It is not my fault." Daniels ears went back, not wanting to be a hassle to his new owner. They stepped into the elevator and it shot up. Alexandrea stood motionless by his side, not responding to his remark.

The elevator stopped and they stepped out in a lobby-way. "Through there is the captian's crew quarters. There he organizes and conferences with his staff. To the right is the bridge. Good luck Daniel." She faded and disappeared. He stood in the doorway for a moment and pressed the button. The door opened immediatly and with eyes down on the floor he walked in. An old man. I must be respectful he owns my contract, therefore he owns me.

"I was waiting for you." Came a young voice. Daniel's head shot up and spotted a young, plain faced half breed behind the captains table. The door closed behind him. "You are over five hours late."

Daniel held back. "I'm sorry sir, the ship captain required me to stay on board as we got decontaminated."

The boy looked to him and gestured to a seat. "That man had costed me a fair amount of time and money. I will see how much I can get retroactivly, however with that I was forced to dock here until another time that we can leave this dock.Since we were forced to wait for you if I cannot recover the costs it will come out of your pay. Understand."

"Yes." For some reason, he felt as if he was getting punished by this child, as if the roles were reversed.

John pressed a few buttons on the desk. "I see that you had taken your mother's name, but from your markings you are a McGee, Correct?" Daniel nodded. "After all this I'm glad that you have come. My tone is harsh but it is needed. I need to run a tight ship from now until the end of this ride. As you may know, this trip is one that may kill us all. Are you okay with that?"

Daniel sat and considered everything for a moment. "I'm not okay with dieing, but only a fool is okay with that. I've balanced all the positives and negatives and came to the conclusion that I rather die on a ship in duty than continue the life I was leading a few hours ago."

The boy stood. "I can understand that answer. I am your new captian and owner of your contract. Welcome aboard first officier. Alexandrea will take you to your room and let you fill out the nessary paperwork. Now get out."

Daniel pulled his ears back and quickly left the room, trying not to make out that he was fleeing. The girl came back to him in the entranceway. "I shall send you to your quarters. I hope everything will be of your likings."

"I'm sure it will be. Many thanks Alexandrea. I can only hope to serve you well."

Alexandrea snorted at the comment, "You may serve well, but where the Captain is panning on going, you may not serve long." With that she handed him a small notepad and blinked out of existance.

Daniel sighed as the elevator whisked him to the belly of the ship. "This may prove to be an interesting flight indeed."

Sinclair Chapter 13A

2007-04-25T21:59:00.000-07:00

Daniel

"So yer getting assigned to the murder ship." A young blonde human male nudged a tall half-breed.

He didn't look over as he pulled a shirt out of the locker and pulled it on and began to do the buttons. "Yeah, I'm assigned to be its second officer." He then looked up to the human, "I also don't think it killed those people." He pulled a blue tie around his neck and began to tie. "It's too strange for a ships A.I. to do that and not be forced off-line."

The human sat on the bench and laughed, "I hear that she's encoded by her first captian so they couldn't do that." He opened a can and drained it's contents.

The half-breed sighed and folded down the collar over the tie, before quickly shoving the shirt-tails into the dress pants and doing up the fly. "It doesn't matter. At least I'll be off that piece of shit of a boat."

The man paused. "You should be grateful you dog."

He pulled his ears back. "Shut your god-damned mouth. You have no idea." He took an officers jacket from the hook and the duffle bag from the bottom of the locker.

"I have an idea. The captian was sure to tell us all how much money he made off the sale of your contract. Hope you die up there dog."

The half breed paused, pushing the anger down deep within him. Humans have been trying to push his buttons ever since he was born. Gritting his teeth he flashed the blonde a smile. "I wish you well. I'll bring you a souvenier." He gathered himself and closed the locker. This is it. He thought with mounting joy. No more humans to bow down to. I'm almost top dog now.

He left the locker room, getting bumped into by another group of humans, who were sure to stick out their elbows into the half-breeds' ribs. He moved on rubbing the soreness away. He was no longer a nobody, working harder than anybody else and getting no credit. Once clear of the massing groups he pulled on his jacket, making sure that everything was correct and perfect before digging out the release papers. "Johnathan Sinclair. Hanger 11." he mumbled to himself. "Strange. I wonder if he is human or one of us."

He continued on his way, heading towards the hanger. He found the ship, slimline and old fashioned. He walked to it in awe, viewing it from one end to another in careful inspection. He found the entrance near the front in a small esculator near the nose of the ship. He stepped on it and slowly went to the endless darkness of the ship's interior. The lights were dim and he stepped forewards and looked around. A young woman suddenly appeared, "Name and rank."

He looked at her, surprised. "Daniel St.Clare - McGee bred, second in command."

She sighed, rolling her eyes, "Thank you sir. I am Alexandrea. Welcome to the Constellation. Captian Sinclair is waiting for you. He is disappointed in you making him wait." She turned on her heel and began to walk down a long corridor.

I Came For A Chapter And All I Got Was This Thing?

2007-04-11T13:47:00.001-07:00

Here is the first scene that one gets to see of John as a "pup". Unfortuanatly I'm still not giving it justice. It's a good sketch but I am still afraid of doing anything to it because it will look like crap, like it does when it is colored. But I'm too lazy to type another full chapter.

Sinclair Chapter 12

2007-04-01T23:23:00.000-07:00

The Constellation

"I will not serve another crew! I have been in service under this company for as long as this bloddy war has been raging!" The woman paced the room. "My body has been brutalized, even though yout mechanics have done great work, I'm growing old. It's time I can't bring home another dead crew!"

An older man looked the woman in the eye and sighed heavily. "It is not your choice Alexandrea. You were bought. It seems like your ability to bring home dead crews was the main reason that you were purchased."

"And I rather not have a computer giving me grief, or I shall have to remodify it and I rather not." A voice came from the cargo hold. The two looked over to the open door and saw John moving up it casually checking out the views. The older man went over and grasped John's hand and shook it. "I still can't believe that you make captians buy their own ships and pay for the crew's wages."

"It's only fair Mr. Sinclair, since you demand such a high pay, we figured that you will force your crews to get working for their pay." The two of them began to crush each others hands in a test of wills.

"Wait, he's my new captian?" Alexandrea demanded. "I will not bow down to a dog captian."

"A dog ccaptian will not tolerate the insolence of a computer animation program." He shook off the grip of the older man and looked him in the eye. "I have taken command of this ship. Now get out."

The older man snorted. "I will give you this one advice young dog. Alexandrea is not a program to push around. She can kill you and your crew and blame it on an accident. She's done it before." He pushed John's shoulder causing him to stumble forewards before leaving via the cargo hold.

John straightened his coat and frowned, moving up the deck towards the opposite door. Alexandrea scowled at his as he passed. "You are a one of a kind learning AI and as such will LEARN to deal with a new captian and crew." She glared at him then faded from sight. He walked up to the door and tried to enter but was refused. Going to the side panel he rammed his fist through the small hatch door and pulled a lever and the doors manually opened. Licking the blood from his fist he went through the now open door and down the dark hall. "I will be doing that until I have to get where I need to. Make it at least easier on the both of us."

"Why should I listen to you?" Her voice filled the passageway.

"Listen I have read the reports on the "accidents" you have encountered. I have read a great deal into the courses that you and other ships have gone. I know none of them were your fault." The lights flickered on and John looked about. The hologram appeared but in a childs form. "Humans are fragile beings. Also very stupid beings." He kept walking along. "Many hire american half breeds because they are easy to control and have the strength to handle a lot of heavy items. However when they go through that black hole passage, and every human falls. They go nuts and kill each other or themselves. By the time the ship floats over to any station then it is already too late." He moved to a door and waited. Slowly the door opened and John walked through onto the elevator. He pressed the top floor button and the doors closed. "I know that I'm the first half-breed to step on this ship."

Her image came into view. "I was built by humans. Loaded and unloaded by humans. My captians wouldn't let it be any other way." She wouldn't look him into the eye. "I don't see why you bought me instead of any other newer model."

He shrugged, "You're innocent. I always wanted to captian you."

"You think I'm innocent?" She laughed, "That's a first." She looked to the floor, " Everyone believes I killed those men." She looked as if she was about to cry.

"Humans are cruel, but i know that AIs of ships cannot willingly kill their crew." John stood a bit straighter, hands folded behind his back, "are you now willing to give me a chance?"

She looked up at him, all emotion faded from the hologram, "What do I get?"

John nodded. "You are a member of this crew, therefore you can choose a quaters and be treated as a humaniod. Fair?" The woman thought for a moment and nodded. "Secondly I will put my full trust and confidance in you. I have a disk that has all the info on the crew plus some program bonuses for you." The woman stared at John. "That's not all. There will be a compromise. You will be tagged with a spy program that will record everything you do on this trip." She looked as if she was interject but John continued, "In exchange, based on the crew dying of something you had no control over, you will own the ship. You will never have to go into service again."

"And what if I don't carry out these orders?" The woman crossed her arms across her chest, defiant.

John looked at her coldly. "There is some modifications that could be done. Also the spyware has a built in virus within it. Kill and you shall be killed." He squinted putting up his own challenge, "I know you really do not wish to die or you would've floated to some graveyard and shut down your programming." The woman flinched. "Alexandrea, accept or turn off your main program."

Her eyes flicked away and she turned and faded as she walked out the door. John waited to see if the lights would dim as the main computer shut down. However they continued to stay lit, even brightening somewhat. He turned and moved over to a desk in the room and sat in the high back chair. Reaching into his pocket he grasped the king chess piece that was there. He pulled it out and studied it, the once distinct cuts of the piece now worn with age. "Well father, lets see if I guessed right. Hopefully luck is on my side."

Sinclair Chapter 11

2007-03-28T09:09:00.001-07:00

The Aftermath

John sat silent on his bed twisting a king piece between his fingers, his eyes staring unfocused on the piece. "John?" he looked over to spy a young nurse holding a chart close to her chest. "I heard about Blair. I'm sorry." She took a step into the room, and paused, as if she was afraid to come any closer than that. "There was word from the labs asking if you were going to return."

John stared at the piece, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes, "I don't think I can, or should."

John heard her sigh heavily before speaking, "Should I give them a reason? Do you think you'll be treated any differently?"

"It's not that!" John snapped,"It's the smell. Everything there has his scent on it. I can't..I can't be there right now."

"Very well." She scribbled on her chart, "we shall honor your choice. However, is there any place that you would like to be placed in at this moment then?" Not looking towards her he shook his head. She nodded. "Don't worry John it will get better. It may not seem like it now, but it will get better. I promise." She quickly stepped back and closed the door.

John continued to lay on the bed, holding the piece in the air. Was it all because I won that game? His arm dropped down, covering his face. Why did this all happen? Why am I now alone?

Sinclair Chapter 10

2007-03-20T11:02:00.000-07:00

The move that ended it all

John and Sinclair sat across for one another, the late stages of a chess game spread between them. John looked up and grinned in a devilish way, "You're going down old man."

At the same time a student passed a note to another student sitting across from him. A cleaning woman moved a bucket of soapy water to a table and began to scrub at it with a cloth. The teacher noticed the note and put out her hand for it.

John picked up a chess piece and placed it on the board. "Check mate!" He exclaimed with a huge smile on his face, jumping up from his seat.

Sinclair gave a small laugh and began to set up another game. John paused from his movements and perked his ears. "Finally I started to think you would never beat me." He looked up to John who was standing very still. "What's wrong?"

John's ears twitched. "You hear that?" Sinclair shook his head. After a few moments a soft hum came, growing louder as the seconds passed. Suddenly there was an explosion that rocked John off his feet. John recovered enough to see a black circle move nimbly around the window. He stood up and looked in the direction it came from and a look of pure dread came over his face.

The cleaning woman lay under a suport beam crying out for help in an empty room. She took off the small gold cross and began to pray.

Screams of pain heavily laid the room that once been a classroom. The boy who was caught handing the note over to his friend was no more, the friend screaming in pain holding the stub that was his arm and was waiting for the pain to make him pass out like it did to the teacher. Soon death will take them all.

John coughed as he shouldered off some broken concrete. Shaking he cleared some of the dust that had coated on him so thick it turned his black hair white. Glancing back and forth e was surprised to see that the outer wall had collasped and he stood staring out into air. Then it came back to him, the words ESS CONSTELLATION written on the underside of the ship, it spinning uncontrollably into the sky tower, it's impact. He moved out towards the open hole and peered up and down to see if there was any sign of the ship, but there was none was to be seen. Did it fly away, he wondered. He glanced back at the mess that the apartment was in. He narrowed his eyes, Don't think I was out long. He moved into the room and sniffed the air. Sneezing often he moved through the debris to a pile of scrap iron. "Brian?" he called as he moved a chair out of his way and sneezed again. Soft piles of dust filtered down and settled in the air, making everything hazy. "Dad where are you?" He rubbed his eyes trying to clear them. Stepping over a fallen beam he spots a spreading pool of blood on the floor, creating dark paths in the field of white. "Dad?" He leaned over and spotted an unconsious Sinclair.

Shouldering off another piece of debris he kneals down beside the man. Sinclair groans, his eyes fluttering open and with a grimiced smile he looks up to John, "Don't get upset." He reached up and touched the boys face. "It was fun while it lasted."

Grasping the hand John cried into it, "Yes it was." After a few moments the hand slipped from John's grasp and fell limply onto the floor. There John sat, kneeling before the lifeless body of his father.

A Sidenote

2007-03-20T10:50:00.000-07:00

I am beginning to this of this as part of the whole storyline so there will be no prestoryline attached to the titles any longer. It began as such because I was going to just run a few chapters then skip ahead. That is no longer the case so I'm running the story under it's title and let the story run. Sorry for any mix-ups. Also I am starting to name the chapters as well, which will appear in the first line in italics.

And in other news as soon as I get a scanner you will be looking forewards to a comic version which indeed has changed somewhat from the story version. I'm saying this in a positive tone because I am actually to the point of having the first few pages sketched and ready for scan. Depending on the program I'm forced to use is how much more work I will have to do to the original drawings. And yes indeed there will be COLOURED titles inserted. I'm just having problems finding the old concept drawings for Cecillia and Alarice (believe me those are deep in the files because they were invented almost 10 years ago), for the fist title page. Some insight into title pages of each chapter will be appreciated.

Anyways I want to publish the next chapter before I lose it and then you all will have to wait for quite a while til I get it back online.

-Jen

John's Pre-Storyline Chapter 9

2007-03-12T23:00:00.000-07:00

The Constellation

Blair Sinclair moved downt the busy corridor as a young boy followed behind, wearing an old fashioned golf hat and carrying a book bag. "Hurry up. The constillation is going to launch and we're going to miss it." Sinclair grabbed the boys arm and pulled him through the crowds.

"Slow down! Between you and this bag I'm gonna fall!" The boy panted, flushing red beneath the freckles. They soon reached the massing crowd and pressed forewards. A new spaceship began to lift off the platform, "Wow that is goregous!" the boy exclaimed with awe. Sinclair looked down and smiled, "I'm gonna captain that ship."

Sinclair sighed heavily. "I don't think that you'll be able to do that." He turned away from the platform as the ship hovered for a moment then disappeared into the blue skies.

The boy sighed and looked out of the window towards the empty skies, before he slowly turned away. Sinclair already was chatting with Turin. The dark man looked over to the boy and smiled. "Well who is this fine boy?"

Sinclair grinned, "That is Johnathan."

Turin was taken aback. "That is impossible John has..." he looked over to Sinclair. The man nodded and grinned even wider. Turin moved up close to John and turned the boys face up to have a closer look. "It's unbelievable! I never imagined that there would be such a change over the years!"

John took off the hat and his ears tipped out. "Isn't it great! I've been going back to school when I'm not helping dad in the labs!"

Turin smiled in a worried way then turned his attention over to the doctor. "I'm actually glad that I ran into you up here. Miss Defaux has been asking that you should be moving to another location, perhaps back to Europe."

A dark look overtook Sinclairs features and he put a hand hard on John's shoulder as if to steady himself. "Why on Earth would I go and move back there, or anywhere else in that matter! Why should I have to listen to her?"

"They are threatening the sky towers." Turin looked worried for a moment. "Miss Defaux is looking out for your well-being Sinclair. She cares for you even if you don't think so, and she isn't blind. People are leaving the towers in fear."

His hand squeezed Johns shoulder, "I know she may think it is for the best, however, she no longer controls what I do. If I want to stay, or go, it is my decision and my decision alone." He released Johns shoulder and gave it a pat, "I bid you good-day!"

Turin watched the two move off. "You may regret your decision Doctor Sinclair!"

Sinclair ignored the man and entered one of the many elevators. Sighing heavily he turned to John, "Does he kinda weird you out as well?"

Johns face lit up into a grin. "He is sort of a strange one."

They both broke into a string of laughter and giggles as the elevator decended towards their room. Once the fit passed Sinclair took off his glasses, wiped his eyes and sniffed. "John I want to appologuise to you. I just never saw you captaining a ship like the Constellation because you're..."

"Decommissioned." John finished. "I know. But now they are calling for people to join the army, and maybe someday..." John looked away.

Sinclair put a hand on Johns shoulder, "If that is what you want then I shouldn't stop you."

John turned and waved off the words, "That's many years down the road. I don't want to stick my neck out for no reason. Anyways I wouldn't be able to help you out in the labs."

Sinclair ruffled John's hair, "You're a good kid." John looked up and stared hard at Sinclair. The freckles on his face started to join together to form some of the lines that once scarred his face. "But today it seems like you need a booster. One of these days these lines across your nose will be gone." He tapped one of the lines on Johns nose with a finger. "One step at a time."

John's Pre-Storyline Chapter 8

2007-03-01T10:32:00.001-08:00

John woke with a start. Hungry. There was a hunger that wasn't fullfilled during the days after the fight. With minor difficulty he rolled out of bed and stumbled into the kitchen. There he opened the door to the fridge and peered inside. Seeing the food there his control loosened and began to eat in monsterous bites, even though the more he ate, the more the hunger grew. His heart pounded as he pushed around jars on the shelves, searching. He spotted a small brown package on a plate. Pulling it out he noticed the fresh blood pooling under the package. Licking his lips he unwrapped the package and shoved one of the raw small squares of beef into his mouth. Chewing slowly he moaned in pleasure licking his fingers before going for another piece. Soon he was licking the plate clean as a shadow fell in behind him. "What are you doing?"

John's voice came out as a pant. "I...want...more." He held the plate in his one good hand.

Dr. Sinclair bent down to look John in the eye. "There is no more. That was our dinner for tomarrow." John's eyes were dark pools showing no reaction. "You okay?"

"No. Something's wrong." The plate slid from John's grip and crashed on the floor. He swayed, "I don't feel well."

Sinclair nodded. "Probably all that raw meat you ate. Let's go down to the labs and check you out."

The two of them went onto the main lifts that ran as a connection between the towers. At that time at night no one was around, meaning the shifts had not changed. Riding the lift from the centre tower to the third tower were the labs were located, John half slept on his feet. Changing into one of the fast elevators that dove deep into the ground he slid down and half slept on the ground. The elevator opened into a hall with a door sealing one end. Together they stepped out of the elevator and stood under a red light that sterilized them. A half moment later a faint buzzer rang and the door opened. A young apprentice looked up from her post, "Dr. Sinclair it is quite early for you to be here." She got up out of her chair, her blonde and black pigtails flowing behind her as she approached the pair. "Is there something wrong?"

Sinclair stiffened, "John here seemed to eat a full plate of raw meat and now he is unwell. I believe he needs his stomach pumped."

The girl kneeled down and looked into Johns' eyes, forcing them open with a finger and thumb. "I don't think this is caused by bad meat sir." She took John by the hand and led him to a table and lifted him onto the seat. "You see Doctor, we had a few come in here with extreme protien defiency." She pricked his finger and pressed it to a piece of paper. "From the seems of things it may've been what is wrong." The paper turned from a red color to a green one. "See that's all that's wrong." She smiled, "Just not enough protien."

John began to huff and puff before laying down onto his side. "Really Doctor he is in a bad way, I'm surprised that you of all people would let this thing get in such a bad way."

Sinclair opened his mouth to defend himself but John beat him to the draw, "He did nothing wrong. Something else is though." He shifted around and closed his eyes.

The woman sighed and hooked him up to an IV drip and went over to Sinclair. "Listen I know it doesn't look good but he will recover quickly. He is young. It probably was brought on by his injuries."

Sinclair sat down on a nearest chair, sweeping his hand urging the girl to do so as well. "It's not only that. Over the last few days I've taken almost a pint of blood from him." The girl was shocked and was about to speak but before she could do so he held up a hand. "Now listen closely. I know what the future holds for them, for him. I want to find a way to genetically alter him. I want to fix him to the best of my ability." He ran a hand through his raven dark hair, "I want him to be as human as possible."

"How can that be? They are to unlike us." The girl whispered.

Sinclair glanced over at John. "It's their markings. There is ways to hide the ears and eventually people can get used to them. It's the markings. That brands them no matter what they do, no matter where they go."

"They will never fit in Doctor. They were designed to stick out. I read that you wanted them to be visually different. Face it they are going to be nothing more than vermin and pets." She looked away. "After this war, I don't think they will be let out into society. They will either be distroyed or put into slavery." She stood. "I want you to leave Doctor, get some sleep yourself. He will be fine here and will be bushy-tailed in a day or two." Walking away she broke the conversation.

The Doctor sat there for a few moments before getting up and leaving the room. He paused for a moment as he was sanitized and went into the elevator. She's wrong, he thought, they will survive. For many generations, they will survive.

"Only if they will fit in." he whispered to the steel wall.

John's Pre-Storyline Chapter 7C

2007-02-22T09:24:00.000-08:00

"Stop it Cain!" Cried Kevin as blood ran down John's shirt. Crying out John kicked out catching Cain in the stomach, and was freed for a moment. John slid down the wall, holding the bleeding shoulder, as Cain bent over recovering. However Cain recovered first and dove after the smaller one. John's ears flattened against his skull and caught Cain when he attacked. The following fight went crashing into the chairs, creating a huge racket. Kevin cowered away from the two as they punched, kicked and bit at each other. For a moment they seperated, panting and bleeding. John snarled, showing his fangs, as the lines on his face spread darker and further. There was a calm for a few seconds before they clashed together for a final time. The office doors opened and Turin, closly followed by Sinclair and a man in his forties, stepped out. John paused for a moment at the sight of them and was caught once more in the shoulder. A loud snapping flooded Johns ears as his collar bone snapped and he cried out. Suddenly in a flash of hate and fury John twisted and locked his own jaws over Cain's throat.
Almost instantly Turin and Sinclair rushed in and started to pull the two apart. John released Cain as soon as Sinclair touched his back, but it took Turin a bit of coxing to have him release John. The man snarled looking at the bloody, diheavaled scene, "What went on here?" he whispered to himself.
Kevin stepped forewards, "I can explain sir," he began carefully.
"No explaination needed. I want the two of them exterminated at once!"
Kevin gaped at the man but remained quiet, and eventually closed his mouth and turned away. John was still panting over the ordeal, holding onto the now useless arm. Dr. Sinclair stood and stepped towards the man. "I am sorry sir but that cannot be carried out." The man flashed Sinclair a sinister look. Sinclair paid it no heed as he gathered John up in his arms. "You see, he is not under your command. He will never be. He is mine and I shall deal with this in my own way." He walked to the elevator and pressed the button. He looked back with a dark look. "The Sinclair models are mainly under my care. While this project is getting set-up all incidents are filed to me personally. I don't want my work to be thrown out or I shall put in a report your athorities." He turned and left into the waiting elevator. After careful consideration at the many buttons on the panel Sinclair pressed the "M" button. The elevator hummed quietly as it climbed up the flights. Thinking of the people around when they decended into the basement of the building Sinclair pulled one arm out of the jacket he was wearing and wrapped it around John, inside out, to hide the heaviest of bleeding.
Walking as if there was nothing wrong, Sinclair went on the main lift and rose into the middle tower. No one seemed to notice anything wrong, but he overheard an old woman comment to another of how good of a man he was to be carrying a sleeping half-breed. Sinclair was glad to be off the lift and into another elevator that sped him once more upwards. People flooded in and out of the elevator but by floor 60 the elevator was empty. John whined lightly and spots of blood began to show on the inner lining of the coat. Sinclair looked down and was surprised to see John staring back up at him. Pain clouded the boys eyes so much that they were almost dead, but up to that point he didn't make a sound. Looking into those eyes Sinclair almost wanted to cry. The elevator chimed at the 91st floor and Sinclair stepped out. Looking to the left and right he saw numbers posted, indicating where his room was approximatly located. He moved down the quiet hall until he found room 372, on the outside corner of the hall. He pressed the open button and the door slid open and he walked in.
The room was lit and Sinclair studied the room for a moment. The furniture was black and box-like, the flooring a simple white. A closet was on one side of the door and the livingroom on the other. Three doors in the wall held other rooms, and the kitchen was hidden behind a curve in the wall. Sinclair put John on the couch, not worried about the blood seeping into the fabric. He slowly unwrapped the boy from his own jacket and shook his head at the mess of torn fabric and blood that was beyond. Sinclair shook his head and went and fetched a pot of water and a cloth. Patting the wet cloth on the wound, he was able to pull away the scraps of shirt to reveal the deep puncture wounds that was still oozing dark blood. During all this John's face was still, never wincing or crying out. Nor did he when Sinclair set his shoulder and wrapped up his wounds. Finally finished he sat back on his heels and whispered, "John? You okay?"
John looked at him for a moment and his lip trembled and the tears rolled down his face, "I am so sorry." Sinclairs heart reached out for the boy, and as such, so did did his arms, pulling him close and letting him bawl. Suddenly it occured to Sinclair how precious this boy had become. How now there was no way that he was going to leave him out of his sights. In that moment a revolation came to him. He was going to fix his boy.

John's Pre-Storyline Chapter 7B

2007-02-16T22:00:00.000-08:00

John watched him go and began to shuffle through the magazines there, picking one out for himself. Flipping through the pages his ears perked towards the other half-breed, but soon felt as if the other boys' eyes on him. "What?" he asked barely looking up from the magazine.
"Are you really a European model?" his body shook with excitement as if there was an ant crawling over his back.
John quirked up his eyebrows, "yes. Why you ask?"
The boy twisted his hands together. "I hear that you are better than us. That..." He trailed off looking away. "I'm a retainer for the chair. I was chosen due to the fact that I didn't grow large and strong. Also it is a position where I don't have to interact with the humans." He looked up to John almost pleadingly, "He is getting replaced soon and I will have to be released, perhaps."
John shook his head, not understanding, "Who..."
"The chairperson is only elected for a certain number of years. He is almost to his term. I don't think I can work for another human or..." He looked to John with a angry look, "one of you."
John looked up to the ceiling and sighed. "Why not become a personal retainer for the chairperson and not work for anyone else."
The boy had not seemed to hear him. "I don't think I can handle." He paused for a moment before screaming, "He almost touched me!"
John looked around not sure what to do when a door opened and the largest half breed that John had ever seen stepped through the doorway. "What's going on here?" His voice was as gruff as he looked. Kevin never moved as the big half breed moved past him and stood over John. "Registration number and name please." he growled.
Surprised John could do nothing but react, "Johnathan Sinclair, serial number one - zero - one - five - eight - one - four."
The man beast pulled out a small computer and punched in the numbers and waited for a moment. The small machine made a beep and the beasts' features turned dark. "You not allowed to be here. Come with me."
John stared up at the man and put his ears back. "No." Behind the man Kevin gasped. "I was told to stay, and here I shall stay. Go bother someone else." He opened up his magazine once more. John never saw the fist that came from below his eye level and caught him in the chin. With the chair flipping over John was sent sprawling into another row of chairs. Moaning in pain he rolled onto his side to be tackled by the larger male. John rolled off to the side as the man slammed into chairs. Unfortunaly he was cornered by the move and turned to face the larger half breed. He barely got a growl out before he got slammed up against the wall, knocking the air out of his lungs. The bigger one opened his jaws, fully armed with large fangs, and bit John deeply on the shoulder.

John's Pre-Storyline Chapter 7A

2007-02-06T16:08:00.000-08:00

The train sped towards its destination, exiting the darkness and into the light.

John squinted as light invaded the cabin, spilling onto his previously sleeping form. Sitting up he yawned largly before stretching and looking out the cabin window. "Not much longer." Came Sinclairs' voice from across the small room. "We soon should see the pillar supports."

"Supports for what?" John swong his legs over the side of the bunk and pulled in the blanket.

Sinclair laughed a small laugh, "The stairway to heaven." John tilted his head. "They built it for easier launching into space. It was the initial launchpad for civilian space travel. Now there are three of them built around the world, housing over a fifth of the human population within their walls. As soon as the colonization of space happened a lot of the planet went back to nature." A massive pillar passed the train. "We should get ready soon. Our stop is next." John nodded and folded up the blanket, and began to pack up the small bits and pieces into a suitcase. "We are to meet with a Turin. He is one of the head of boards here in America." He grinned at the mention of the name.

John couldn't help but to smile as well as the train began to slow for the station. Sinclair set the bags at the door and sat in his seat, waiting for the train to stop. John, however wasn't as quick and while placing his bags at the door, stumbled as the train came to a stop.

After a quick departure off the train John and Sinclair stood on the platform, Sinclair scanning the crowd. Finally a dark man stepped out of the crowd and clasped Sinclair on the shoulder, spooking him. John reacted to Sinclairs' freight with a turn and showed teeth. The man paid no attention to John, meanwhile Sinclair signalled John to calm down. "Ah Mr. Sinclair it is a pleasure to finally meet you." He finally looked down to John who was now was looking to the ground, ears back, half listening to the conversation. "I see that you brought an european sample with you. Is he going to follow us around and be a bodyguard or is he going to go with the others?" Turin smiled cruelly.

Sinclair sniffed, "Turin, correct?" The man nodded. "Turin this one is mine and I would wish you treat him with the same respect that you would me."

The man shrugged, turning, "Very well. I can imagine that you would like to tour the facilities." He walked to a smartly dressed woman standing behind a desk. "I would like my friends bags to their rooms."

She stared back to him with dead eyes, "Which rooms and how many bags."

Turin counted the bags quickly, "Five bags, going to room 372 on floor 91 in the central tower." The woman typed the information into the computer and waited as a print-out came from a small printer.

With a disinterested look she handed over the tickets. "Place these on the bags and take them to conveyor three. The charge will be placed on your bill on the end of the month." She grinned a practiced smile. "Have a nice day."

Quickly the men turned away and went to the conveyors. After putting the tags on the bags and sending them on their way Turin and Sinclair went on their way with John following behind obediantly. "I would love to show you the whole of the structure but I worry about meetings that should be getting underway." Turin commented as they waited with a mass of people to go on the giant lift that worked it's way through the centre of one of the towers. "The chief of operations would like to have a talk with you Mr. Sinclair." The elevator stopped and the mass of people surged ahead onto the lift.

"I was expecting that he might. He is probably a man that is not wanting to wait long." Dr. Sinclair sighed in a long way. Turin moved off the elevator and onto another one. Sinclair and John followed behind and the elevator drove downwards. "It is amazing the amount of people that are in this structure."

Turin looked vacant. "Yes, but it isn't hard to disappear in the crowd Mr. Sinclair."

The elevators doors opened and all three moved off the elevator into a large waiting room. A half breed boy was standing at the door dressed in white. His face was marked with lines running horizontally in three dark lines with a few dots splashing across his nose. "Good evening Mr. Staff." He bowed before Turin. "The cheif was waiting for you and the Mr. Sinclair?" He looked up and down the Doctor before holding out a gloved hand towards the heavy wooden door. "I shall keep the other company while you are in the meetingroom."

"Thank you Kevin. Hopefully we wouldn't be long." Turin said as he walked by. Sinclair reached out to touch the boy's shoulder but Turin caught it. "Don't touch him. He's an american series, he doesn't react well if he is touched." Sinclair nodded. John skirted around the others and sat on one of the chairs. Sinclair approached him and bent low, "Watch yourself. Stay here." He patted John's shoulder and went with Turin through the wooden doors.

John's Pre-Storyline Chapter 6

2007-01-02T20:45:00.000-08:00

John ran around the small room throwing the last few ends into a small suitcase. A knock came from the door, "John aren't you ready yet?"

"Just a minute!" John cried out as he slammed the top of the case down and locked the locks. For a moment he paused looking over the small room, with bare shelves and bed. "Five years. Five years and finally I get to leave this prision."

Picking up the suitcase he left, not looking back at the place where he lived for a good portion of his life. He turned the corner and found Cecillia waiting for him, a bright smile across her face. "Well Cecil I guess this is goodbye."

She pulled one of her curls straight before letting it go. "Be careful up there. There world is a cruel place and you were sheltered here." She looked around for a quick moment before moving and embracing him. "Remember no matter what, time moves differently for all of us, but that is a secret between you and me." John removed one of her hands and smiled before kissing it. He nodded once as she took a step back. "Take this. To remember me by." Reaching up she removed a small crystal from around her neck and clipped it around his. Taking a step away she half turned whispering, "Bye" before taking off through the door, almost knocking the Doctor over.

A cold, hard lump formed in John's throat as the threat of never seeing Cecil again loomed over him. "John lets go already. The train wouldn't wait forever for us." The Doctor picked up the last suitcase and walked out of the door. Nodding John walked towards his new life. Catching up with the longer legged Doctor he matched the pace as they walked down the twists and turns of the corridors. Finally Sinclair placed an arm around John's neck, "Don't be worried. This is what you want right?" John nodded slightly, now unsure if it was what he wanted.

"Dad, Cecillia came and said goodbye to me." John looked away as the older man snorted in discontent, "She told me that the world is a cruel place. You've been up there, is it?" Sinclair kept walking eyes unfocused, "Father?" John probed.

"John, take people as who they are and not what you expect them to be." They turned a corner and there sat a silver train. Various other Sinclair hybrids were lining up for a spot, with officials registering their numbers and handing out large envelopes. John and Sinclair skirted around the large lines to the last car on the train.

Pushing the way into a room Sinclair tossed his case onto the top sling and settled himself on the seat below it. "How long are we going to take this train for?" John struggled with his own case, trying to place it on the sling like Sinclair did before giving up and stashing it below the seats.

"I'm not sure actually. It's the end of the line in North America. It might take a few days, it might be an hour. I've never travelled as far as we're going, but don't worry, we'll make it." With that he closed his eyes and within moments were breathing deeply in sleep.

John sighed heavily defeated and took his seat. Staring out past the window to the almost empty platform beyond. The last few straglers were getting signed in before the first bell tolled. With a fury of activity the platform emptied and the second bell tolled. With a small sickening lurch the train pulled away from the platform, causing John to almost fall on the sleeping Sinclair.

The train travelled out of the darkness of the underground tunnel and into the light of sunlight. John blinked rapidly, squinting and never seeing such a sight, the green meadow that the tube of the train sped through; the sunlight that flooded the small cabin. For a moment he wished he could escape the train and the safety tube beyond and run and lay in the feild and sunlight. However as soon as the field was there, suddenly there was houses, quickly growing into monsterous cities that loomed over the train. On occassion the train slowed and stopped in these cities, letting the travellers exit the trains, clutching their envelopes, while others where led off with collars and leashes. Soon the transitioning of city and field began to bore John until the scenes that were going by the window no longer interested him, nor the scenes of seeing his older bretheran getting taken away by humans, sometimes not in the most friendlist of terms.

After waking after a dozing moment John looked out to a dotted landscape of bright light dots with a black background. Sitting up in his seat he gazed out the window. "Don't bother John. We are near the ocean's floor." John looked over and Sinclair took a sip of a tea. "There probably wouldn't be anything interesting to look at for quite a while."

John spun around and sat on the seat, "Why are we going to North America? It's starting to get cramped in this cabin, we could've flown and been there a long time ago."

"John we are going to America cause they are having problems with the genetic code over there. You see they have created their own version of.." he paused for a moment thinking. "Well, you. Many times they have failed, but they have succeeded. However they seem to have a flaw. They grow at a faster rate, combined with a lower intellegence they have a problem with handling them. They figure that if there is some hybreds there that are from our stock will lower some of the brutalities that they are causing at the moment. The world and her colonies can't afford little fights on transport ships or lower, especially at this point in time." John tilted his head. "Also to fly would be costly, since there is so many of us, and there isn't as many planes flying as we at the insitution led you to believe."

John nodded. "What is going on with Earth and her colonies?"

Sinclair poured himself another cup of tea and took a sip, "Some years ago one of the exploritory satelitesfound what humanity so desperatly wanted to know for centuries. Life other than ourselves. So we sent a ship, hoping to find a friendly touch. Things didn't happen to go that way. Since then the colonies were at arms. The governments of the world took charge of my experiments and had to train everyone to outerspace confrontation." His hands shook. "I wanted to make you all do jobs that are too dangerous for humans, like policing and firefighting. I never thought your kind would be used for war. Not in my lifetime anyways."

Sinclair put down the teacup and laid back in the seat closing his eyes. John sighed softly, he couldn't help but to feel sorry for the man. His hopes and dreams were crushed by events that he had no control over. John had to be careful with this knowledge for if he wasn't he may be crushed with the falling wave.

John's Pre-Storyline Chapter 5

2006-10-28T10:39:00.000-07:00

******Please note that Chapter four was for whatever reason was published AFTER my revisory note, why? Probably because it was started BEFORE that note was written. Enjoy.*******

What seemed to be a year later...

Blair moved a piece on the chessboard, "Checkmate."

John's eyes scanned the board and his ears drooped, but began to set up the board once more. "Just one more papa." He seemed to pick up a child's flair for life, being away from the classes for almost a year.

"Sorry, I can't. You know that I have to go and make sure the others are doing okay." He petted John as he looked down to the floor, rejected.

Sinclair started to pull on his coat when John whispered, "When can I go?"

The doctor untucked the collar, "Maybe next time."

"You said that last time!" John stood up to make his point stronger. "And the time before that! I'm getting sick and tired of being in this little room day in and day out." He stood his ground as the doctor took a step towards him. "You are nothing but a liar." With a flash of a hand John was sent sprawling.

"Don't get uppity with me boy. Maybe once you learn your place I'll take you." With a turn and the tails of his lab coat flying he left the room.

John sat on the floor, hand on his stinging cheek, sobbing quietly. "I wish I never was chosen for this task." He slowly got up, snarled and kicked the table, chess pieces toppled and rolled off onto the floor. "I hate him." He began to pace the small room. "I hate this room. At least with the classes I was able to get out and run around once in a while." He paused, perhaps it isn't his choice if I go or not. He was about to continue with the thought pattern when the door bell rang. Unsure what to do he looked around. Dr. Sinclair usually answered the door. He froze making as if there was no one there, but the bell rang again, and again. Finally crossing the small room he went and answered the door.

There stood a blonde girl, a bit older than himself. "Is Mr. Sinclair in?" She smiled almost in a warm way, even though she was carrying a huge stack of books, and slung over her shoulder was a bookbag. John was transfixed for a moment, I know her from somewhere.

He took a step forewards and took the books from her arms. "He's not in right now. You just missed him."

She walked right into the apartment, dumping the bookbag on the couch. "I'm Cecillia by the way," she then turned to John and laughed, a joyous light laugh that made him forget his annoyance with his father earlier. "Let's play a game and I'll wait for him" She plunked herself down and began to set up the chess board. John put down the pile of books, not reading even the titles of the piles. He didn't think it was any of his business to know what they were about. He closed the door and sat across from the girl. For a moment he was transfixed on the girl, with blue eyes so pale they held almost no color, the softness of her pale skin, the curls of the blonde hair that fell past her shoulders and once she spoke he smiled, "You go first."

He moved one of the center pawns, "Hope you're not too good."

She looked at him the coolness of her eyes growing cold, "Better than you."

They played the game until, "Checkmate." Cecillia smiled once more, almost proud of herself. "I thank you for the game but it's time for me to leave."

She got up to leave but he caught her befre she made her way to the door. "I thought that you were waiting to see Father."

She laughed once more and John blushed, "I said I wanted to see Mr. Sinclair not Dr. Sinclair. Those books are for you to catch up with your studies. Have a good day Mr. Sinclair." With that she quickly gathered herself and left John by himself.

His stomach rumbled. Glancing to the clock he was surprised. Sinclair was to be home soon, so John ambled into the kitchen and began to prep vegetables for dinner. Half an hour later Blair stumbled through the door and went over to his couch and laid down. John walked over wiping his hands on an apron. "Had a rough day dad?" He sat on the couch opposite.

Sinclair looked over to the boy and studied him carefully. "I know that you have been calling me father for a few months now. Why is that?"

"You provide for me, raise me...I thought it was appropriate."

Sinclair sat up and dug out a file from under the couch. He looked at it for a moment then tossed it over to John. John looked over the file and put it down carefully on the table. "Do you know what it means?" John shook his head. Sinclair grinned, "Well if you don't know, I'm gonna leave it until you do." Sinclair stood and walked out into his own room.

"How the hell am I going to read this? It's all numbers!" He screamed at the closed door. Dinner was now off the menu for the doctor so John went and got himself a bowl of steamed veggies. Sitting on the couch he pulled out a notebook and pen he began to scribble down clues before growling and throwing the book against Sinclairs door.

Inside Sinclair looked over to the door as the notebook hit it. In the darkness he grinned, he'll never get it. Alarice is wrong. He isn't a genious. Laying back on the bed he fell asleep quickly.

The next morning Blair Sinclair walked out of his room stretching out a kink in his back. Stepping out into the common room he looked down to John, who was dozing on a pile of papers. He almost laughed that the whole room was covered in papers, books and writing instruments of various types, styles and colors. He was about to bypass this tornado zone when a small voice cracked, "Good morning father." John still had his eyes closed. "Yes father in all sence of the word. But now I really hate you." His eyes opened, pupils small, he slowly got up, "And you know why?" The lines on his small face darkened, "You could've told me everything but didn't. You also gave me this information on the human DNA but not what the other side of the puzzle is!"

Sinclair had underestimated the boy. Just by providing John with his medicial information. He broke the code, translated and comprehended the complete volume. However now he had added fuel to a silent fire. The hybrids of John's production line were mentally instable. John snarled at him as the boy went into his room. After the door closed all he could do is stare at the door in silent wonder.

Ahhh okay it's comming soon...

2006-10-14T11:03:00.000-07:00

I was typing away and noticed that Chapter 4 has a major technical flaw in it and I have to rework the chapter before I can publish it. Hopefully I will find some time to do so next week and be able to clean it up before chapter 5. I've been reworking my next few chapters and there is a lot that is gonna happen so please be patient, since one full scene I did in three sentances and it really doesn't write itself but it kinda draws itself. my poor notebook has some interesting drawings that mainly have the characters complaining...LOL

John's Pre-Storyline Chapter 4

2006-09-11T15:46:00.000-07:00

There was pressure on the ground, a settling motion that washed over everything then settled to a softness. He stirred and rolled, a hand grasping his exposed shoulder and lightly shaking him. He moaned and turned over slightly opening a bright blue eye. "Sinclair model number one-zero-one-five-eight-one-four?"

The boy moaned and rolled on his back. "Yes." He looked around the room, "Where am I?"

The man with a thin face pushed up a set of lightly framed glasses. "You are in the infirmary. You were injured when they came to get you." He scanned the pages on the board. The boy yawned and closed his eyes, dozing. The man ran his fingers through longer black hair and sighed, "I can't keep calling you by your identification number, " he whispered. He began to scribble on the clipboard.

The boy opened his eyes and watched the man scribble on the clipboard. "I'm Doctor Sinclair," the man announced absently, "And it looks like we are in the same boat." The boy grumbled. The Doctor glazed out in space for a moment then returned to the clipboard. "Retired before we could do the best of our work." He glanced over to his creation, who laid there looking at him with ears perked, face pale, save for the marks that ran up and across his face. "I wish that I could fix you. Now that McGee is overlooking the project, not much will change. The flaws will continue." He paused for a moment the pen hovering over the clipboard, his eyebrows raised. "John." He looked at the boy, who stared back with unblocking eyes, "Jonathan Sinclair."

The boy's eyes flickered and he snarled. Sinclair looked over at the doorway and saw a young red-haired woman with blue eyes. For a moment he thought it was the boss, before she cringed a little, "Miss Alarice told me to give this to you." She held out a small note, as if she was afraid to enter the room. The doctor took the sheet of paper and thanked her. He unfolded the note and quickly read it.

"It seems like we are both required for a dinner." Blair looked at the boy.

"Am I truely decommissioned?" The boy held very little emotion.

The doctor looked away for a moment thinking of how to answer the question. "Yes. You were assigned to be," he paused forcing the words,"My son." He couldn't stand to look at the boy any longer, he suddenly felt cramped in the room, needing escape. "I'll tell you more in time. I'll get the nurse to help you get ready in a bit."

With that he quickly left the room. As soon as the door closed his cool composure completly melted. "Oh my god, what has that woman done to me?" He pulled at his hair nervously. "This is a test, yes a test." he cooned to himself, "She must want me to take some time off. Yes a break. Recharge my batteries then she'll fire that damned McGee."

Meanwhile inside the room the boy sat up and stared at his quivering hands. "Decommissioned but still alive." He looked at the bare walls. I wonder if this is what happened to the others. He threw back the blankets and slipped out of the bed. He took one unsteady step and fell hard on the floor. "Ow!." He rubbed fiercly on a shoulder soothing the pain out of it. Leaning on the bed he waited for the room to stop spinning. What happened to me? He wondered and fretted over the thought, reaching up and pulling on an ear.

Giving up for the moment he got on his hands and knees and crawled to the only other door in the room. Once in the bathroom he pulled himself up to the sink and splashed cool water on his face. Looking up he glanced at his clear blue eyes peeking over the frame of the mirror, "I must've failed the last examination. That's the only reason why I would be decommissioned. I'm a failure." Letting the thought stew, even after the words disappeared off the hard, starile tiles of the room, in his mind, he leaned over and began to sip now freezing cold water out of cupped hands. After a short while he found his legs, uneasy but steady enough to stand without leaning completly on the sink. Glancing back into the mirror his ears perked in surprise. "Strange," He commented reaching up and touching thick gause that encircled his neck, "I don't remember hurting myself."

He began to pick at the tape that held the gauze in place when a nurse walked into the room. The soft click of her low heels as well as the soft scent transported him into a world that was gone long time ago. She was older, in her forties, with short curly blonde hair and a nice, comforting smile. "Dr. Sinclair said that you were awake. The Misses was nice enough to give you these wonderful new clothes." She began to laid out the casual wear on the bed and moved into the small washroom. Half picking him up they moved over to the bed where she made him sit. "Now the doctor said that he named you Jonathan. Wonderful name actually." She undid the small bundle that held dark blue socks. "I don't sappose you have taken the military and life training system yet?"

John cleared his throat and looked down nervously, "Actually mam' I've taken level five military and level two of life skills. I'm ranked level three in the MLTS."

The nurse seemed shocked and taken aback. "Funny. According to your age, the most you should've earned is one level. You must be as quick as a whip." Pulling up John's socks she straightened, streatching her back. "You might even catch up to Dr. Sinclair." She smiled a large warming smile, which had a small bit of disappointment held in it's depths. "Then you don't need any help, unless you think you may need it." John shook his head. "Very well then if you need help press that little button, and I'll be here as quick as I can." She then rushed out of the room. Only after she left John remembered his manners and wished he could have the nerve to press the button, only to say thank-you.

But for a moment he sat on the edge of the hospital bed, thinking Is that right? Of allthat worry over passing and failing was for nothing? He pulled off the hospital gown and slid on the formakl shirt, doing up the buttons from the bottom up, til he did up the final button, touching the bandage. "Why can't I remember hurting myself?" He sighed softly. "I guess I wasn't decommissioned 'cause I was a failure but," he trailed off, because I was a success! He stood to pull up his pants only to meet the floor once more. Reaching up for the button he commented, "Why me?"

The nurse came into the room and efficiently helps into the pants and into a wheelchair. In less than five minutes his face was washed, hair brushed and was getting wheeled out of the room and down a hall. "The Misses is having a speacial dinner with Dr. Sinclair. Both of them should be pleased that you were awake to partake in the meal with them tonight."

John nodded and shyly asked, "What kind of man is Dr. Sinclair?"

"He is a good man. Shy, but I've heard him talk more this week than all five years I have worked here."

John turned slightly in the chair to try to talk face to face with the blonde nurse, "You've been working here all that time?"

The nurse giggled, an action that was belonging to a woman half her age. "I used to live on the surface but then an opening in the labs here and I took it. Unfortuanatly I haven't worked with any of you when you were infants but the regular injuries keep me busy."

"There hasn't been any infants for five years?"

She paused for a moment, upon answering her voice was hollow. "John, haven't you noticed that you are the youngest? The government pulled its funding until the labs produced a few results. I hear that there might soon be another production run and then I'll really be run off my feet."

John sat forwards in the chair and pondered the facts only to realize them for facts. It's true! The youngest that he has ever seen was around his own age, but even they started to fade away. "Is there any that are younger than I?"

The nurse was quiet for a moment, "No."

"Why?"

The nurse stared straight ahead. "I'm probably shouldn't be telling you this but..." She swong around the chair and crouched as to look him in the eye. "I'm sure you can keep a secret, right?" John nodded enthusiastically. "The animal that we merged human DNA with is now extinct. For whatever reason the production run that you came from had a high infant mortality rate. Insanity and viciousness took a few more out. John for whatever reason, you pushed through and survived. You are the last Sinclair model. The last one that will ever be made. Dr. Sinclair has been replaced as head of the labs, which means, even if they recreate half-breed genetics correctly, that they will be named after the new head." With that she stood, "please help the doctor not miss his labs, it's the only life he knows." She went around and began to push the chair once more.

Before he knew it John was pushed through a set of doors and placed at a seat before a large table. John looked at the other guests and nodded to Dr. Sinclair, only to be frozen in place by a green eyed, red haired woman who was the only other guest. Thenurse bowed and quickly left the room. For a moment John almost reached out for her but stopped himself, trying to remember basic manners in order not to embarrass himself. As soon as the doors closed behind the nurse a momant of cold, dead silence settled uncomfortably over the room. The woman began, "Ahhh so you are the one that we've heard so much about, Jonathan. It is almost a shame that we let you go and be decommissioned. I'm sure that your service to my friend here will be much more fulfilling to us all in the long run." John looked over to the doctor who seemed to shrink, trying to become invisable. The woman picked up her glass, "Friends, new and old, let us break bread for the last time together." A smile crept over her lips as she took a sip from the glass. Waiters then came in and set plates of steaks before the diners, setting out the drinks as well.

Once all the diners were set the waiters quickly disappeared out of the room. Dr. Sinclair cleared his throat, "Well done Miss Alarice Norcan," A tone dripped heavily as he stared hard into the woman,"a good speech once again!" He clapped his hands once and set out on eating. John looked at the cooked slab of meat with amazement, never seeing such a large amount of meat in one block. He looked over to the Doctor and copycated the process in which he ate. he dinner was a quiet affair with both the doctor and John wanting to be out of the room.

As the tension was at it's peak Sinclair stood up and declaired, "I'm finished here. Come Jonathan." Surprised at the reaction John stuffed the last of the meat into his mouth just before the chair was pulled away from the table. Not even looking back Sinclair wheeled John out of the room.

Chewing on chipmunked pieces of meat John stayed quiet, trying to remember the many corridors the man wheeled him down. Swallowing the last piece and licking his chops, John opened his mouth to speak when they stopped before a door and Sinclair scanned his hand. The door opened and inside the room looked very simulat to the one John lived his life in, save for a fewmodifications. There was no mailing tube, and everything seemed a bit bigger. The doctor stopped pushing him and and went and sat on a black couch. "Welcome home. We'll be staying here for a few months. Hopefully by then you will make a full recovery."

John reached up and touched the bandage on his neck. "What happened to me?"

The doctor shifted and put his elbows on his knees, "The story that Alarice told me that when you were brought in the men did everything right but when they laid you down, you had a spasm and went off the bed. You knocked over a tray and got cut. Bad. You almost bled to death." He closed his eyes and sighed, the shoulders slumped as if the weight of the world was placed on the doctor's thin shoulders. The brillant blue eyes opened once more and the doctor's expression turned dark. "But that may be just a lie."

John could do nothing but look away, confined to the chair.

John's Pre-Storyline Chapter 3

2006-07-14T13:24:00.000-07:00

The boy felt weak, as if he had just ran a marathon. He slowly opened his eyes to see a young girl hovering above him. "Ahh finally you are awake. I'm glad." She stepped out of his eyesight and he closed his eyes, sighing at the scent of her. "Alarice would've been very angry if that man damaged you in any way. He might not have survived." She gave off a small musical giggle, as if there was something amusing about such a thought. Opening his eyes he saw her back next to him. He smiled. Never before had he seen a creature so beautiful. She had long curly blonde hair with large, light blue eyes, and her skin was as white as a fresh page of paper. "Alarice will be here soon and then you can meet your master." She popped once more out of sight. He rolled onto his side to watch her leave. As soon as the door closed behind her, he rolled back onto his back and closed his eyes, trying to figure out if he had seen her before or not.

Before he could think it over the door opened and closed once more. His eyes flew open and he turned to his side, expecting to see the young girl, but instead was a young woman, a readhead with brillant green eyes. He swallowed hard, ears flattening hard against his skull. In an instant he feared the woman, keeping a gaze at her as she strolled over to the counter and pulled out a needle, a bottle of clear fluid and a scalpel. "What is your identification number?"

The boy blinked, answering in a trained voice, "One-zero-one-five-eight-one-four." This was the only name that he was ever given. The woman pulled out an elastic band and tied off his arm, making the vein pop out bright blue against his white skin. Once more a feeling of unease floated over his mind, making him want to shrink back into the hard table.

Turning her back to him and filling the needle, she nodded, turned, and injected the fluid in his arm. "I'm Alarice." Fire began to burn at his veins as the solution hit his bloodstream. "you are specifically chosen." The boy stiffened and began to cry. She leaned in close and whispered, hot breath on the canine-like ears, "Painful, is it not?"

"What are you doing to me?" The boy cried freely, tears pouring down his cheeks. A hunger, reaching down into his soul, began to surface, and consume him. He spasmed and shook, panic filling his voice. "I don't feel well." He slowly curled up in a tight ball, crying out.

Alarice scooped him up and sat down on the examination bed, stretching out the boy across her body, even as he strained against her. With a quick slice of the scalpal she opened her wrist and dark crimson blood seeped out of the cut. At the sight of the blood his eyes opened wide and fought with all his might as she forced the bleeding wrist to his mouth. His body spasmed once more as he cried out, "No!" The sound of his protest became muffled as she shoved the wrist into his mouth. The boy struggled, but the harder he fought the more she resisted. Slowly, as if realizing that this is futile, he started to give up, his body giving one last twitch as she cooed and cradled him.

As darkening marks spread over his scarred face he gave into his inner animal instincts. Reaching up he grasped her wrist holding it in place. His eyes rolled up in pleasure as the coppery fluid ran down his throat. He moaned in estascy, and began to pull the wrist closer, ravaging it with his teeth. Abrubtly she pulled her wrist away from him and slid off the table, leaving him laying on the table, her blood running from a panting mouth. He licked his chops and slowly sat up. Deep inside him there was a hunger that still needed to be satisfied, he moved into a crouch and pounced, but he was far too slow. She caught him mid-air with a slap in the face that sent him sprawling into the corner. He got up, growled and went on all fours, stalking. "You are not to have any more." She licked the blood off her wrist, the cut already healed.

The boy breathed a heavy snarl, showing off a fearsome set of fangs and attacked. Alarice brought up the scalpel and in a blinding move opened his throat.He stumbled and fell upon the floor, his life-blood pouring out onto the tiled floor. For a moment his hand went as if to stop the flow then dropped on to the blood soaked floor. He tried to say a word but blood bubbled out of his throat. His fingers twitched once, twice then became still.

For a moment Alarice stood and looked over the boy. With a liquid movement she closed his eyes. "Sleep little one. You shall prove your worth to me in the future. For now, however, sleep."

Sinclair Chapter 1.

2006-06-08T21:13:00.000-07:00

The bell rang and the class slowly gathered up their books and left the classroom. John took his time, waiting until the rest of the students filed out of the door. The teacher slowly gathered her stuff, filing away the test papers that she has to mark over the course of her evening. Glancing up she notice John taking his time. "Sinclair, is there something wrong?"

John Looks up to her and puts his bag upon his shoulder, "There is a lot of stuff on my mind. My boss doesn't like me going to Lucidia tomarrow."

She nodded, "It's because it's not a safe-zone for you. Listen John the project that we are doing there is not a required field. If you don't feel conf..."

"It;s not that!" John bluttered, "It's that my boss doesn't want me to go and get captured by any of those guys who will do nothing less than put me in a dogfight, but me, myself and I would love to travel to Lucidia." The teacher nodded, and with a light pat on the shoulder, turned and gathered her bag and left the room. John followed and turned away from her, moving to his locker. Spinning the combination he opens the door just in time to get slammed into the dark opening.

"Hey you little half-breed freak!" A large blonde shoves him painfully into the small space. Kicking out from the awkward place, John gets pushed further into the locker. Another pair of hands push him into the locker until John yelped painfully from the bowels of the dark, small space. The two left him there half in the locker, caught so tightly that he couldn't move, it pained him to even breathe. Here he cried, trying to shift his shoulders and back into a space that he could slip out of the locker.

"Are you okay?" Came a female voice.

"Do I look like I'm okay?" John retorted angrily as he moved again, crashing against the sides of the locker.

"Okay then." She giggles and runs off, John inside hearing her footsteps retreat and the door closing behind her.

"*&#$%@!"

John's Pre-storyline Chapter 2

2006-05-29T09:29:00.000-07:00

The boy sat and stared at the silver tube. Behind him, in the kitchen, a pot sat and boiled on the stove. He paid it no mind, due to a more pressing issue. The final test. The marks were to be delivered via the tube. A small light was casting an errie glow from a corner, near his bed, another light was from the kitchenette, above the stove. He sighed, wondering what was taking so long. Usually he would have his results by this time. Suddenly fear pierced his small heart. What if he failed? He didn't think he did that horribly. He got up and walked over to the stove and placed in the maccorri. Focusing into the boiling pot, he tried to push the idea out of his head. At for a while it worked. He was able to finish making the small dinner and almost finish eating before it came back to his mind.

Why had nothing come in yet? He rinced out the bowl and pot, putting them away and sitting, once more infront of the silver tube. He started to shiver.

The door slid open behind him and he knew. He failed. They were comming for him. He looked over at the men in lab coats and ducked into a corner. Fear drilled into his heart and now backed into a corner he pulled back his upper lip and growled, showing fierce fangs. His dog-like ears flatted back against his skull, as he moved around, looking for a way out. He didn't want to be classed a failure. He fought against that all his life. So did the others of his series. But now he was the last, the only of that series batch.

The animal instict rushed through his blood and he went after the smaller man. He cried out raising an arm to defend himself for the boy's attack. The boy sunk his fangs deep into the man's arm, blood gushing into his mouth. In a moment the boy felt uplifted. His eyes rolled at the mixture of salt, iron and something else he couldn't place. He desired it. A blinding blow to the head made him come back out the trance. The man writhed under the boy, screaming, pushing away. The other man stood over the boy, rising his fist for another blow to the boy's head. The boy pulled back, not letting the man go, a small crack reviberated through his skull as the man's arm broke. Another growl came from deep within the boy's throat as he looked up at the uninjured man. The boy was now injured, still frightened, having one of the men essentially prisionered, almost with the treat of servering the man's arm.

The other man took a step back, and another, til he retreated to the small kitchen. Out came a red fire extinguisher. The boy growled once more, not letting the man get out of his sights for more than an instant. The man with a quick hand pulled the pin and sprayed both the boy and injured man. Reactivly the boy let go, coughing, and with eyes watering, he never saw the extingusher crash into his head.

The boy rolled and lay quiet on the floor. The injured man rolled onto his side, cradling the bleeding, broken arm. The other man bend over him. "Hey Steve you okay?"

"What do you think Ed?" He slowly got up and looked at the boy. "Did you kill him?" Ed went over to the boy and checked his pulse, and with a heavy sigh shook his head. "Good 'cause if he was dead Alarice would have your head served to her on a platter." Slowly he stood and for a moment he waivered.

Ed nodded and picked up the boy, who moaned for a moment. A dark bruise started to raise and cover the already heavily scarred face. "For a moment, he almost seems like my boy at home. These things are unnatural, made from science. But they get scared like we do."

Steve nodded his head. "I don't blame him one bit for what he had done. Come we are late."

John's Pre-Storyline Chapter 1

2006-05-19T10:29:00.000-07:00

I yawned and stretched, rubbing my eyes as I stared into the glow of the computer. I had spent the last five hours pouring attention into reports and information. Looking at the bottom corner of the screen I am taken back for a moment. It has been more than ten hours since my last meal.
A knock on the door stole my train of thought. Without turning away from the screen I press a button and the door slides open. A young man stepped forewards. I glanced over the screen. It was Blair Sinclair. The young man had been working in the gentics industry since he was the very young age of five. I was very fortunate to grab him right away for this pet project of mine. Since then he always shy with everyone, I had began to suspect that it was due to lack of human interaction. Now, many years later, he stands before me, long white lab coat speckled with dried blood, hair long and unwashed, with slightly disturbed eyes behind wire frames. "I can't take it anymore!" He approached me and slammed his fist on my desk. The sleeping dragon awakens.
I act as if there was nothing surprising about his actions. "What's wrong Blair?"
My calming attitude seems to drive him back to his normal self. "It's Professor McGee. She says that my ideas are of some time past. But you..." He paused, and shuffles his feet and continues quietly, "you and I dream of a world that is much, much better."
I shuffle through some papers, keeping my body busy, only half listening to what he has to say. This wasn't the first time we had this discussion, but it was the first he had it with this fierceness in it. "That dream is over. We are now preparing for war. Our creations will be soldiers with no families for them to miss, not saviours of society as they were made for." My hard tone softened slightly. "I'm sorry Blair. The genetic line that you created has accidently perished." I paused once more as he flinched, remembering the fire that ripped through the lab, killing the last of the wolf population, whoes DNA was used to make the half-breeds that are made in the facility. "We must make do with what we have. Until we can recreate what is lost through the other DNA facilities, we must keep up production. McGee's ideas are ratical, and I respect that cause I know what can come of it. You should respect those ideas as well."
He cowered and nodded, already backing towards the door. "Y-y-yes."
I go back to my work, "Blair, I also want you to take on an apprentice. I think one of your last creations should be fitting." He paused for a moment and then nodded before disappearing thorugh the door.
I smiled as he left, the door closing securly behind him. He didn't like change. He was used to living alone for so long, in the underground labs and rooms. He doesn't know that he is like me, he doesn't know that he is over fifty years old and still looks like a twenty year old. He is like his creations... Nothing like nature planned for.

Start of everything sane...

2006-05-17T10:52:00.000-07:00

Well I thought to join the bandwagon but I'm going to go a different way about it. I'm going to work on the disjointed pieces of my stories of Twin Earth. What is Twin Earth? It is everything that I've ever written has come from, the world around me that is different, things that are true there that cannot be in this one. Perhaps every writer has this fantasy, I don;t think I am different in that way. All my characters tie into one main character that I have created when I was four. In any one story she is in the background, and it pains me that I cannot ever finish her story, for it has an end and a beginning but all the ideas and time that it spans I don't think that I will ever be able to finish it all. And yes, she IS involved with John Sinclair. Maybe when I am finished with this blog I will be able to collect the disjointed thoughts that run around my head plus some feedback and help to be able to connect them together. I'm going to be a story hog here but if someone thinks there should be something added and writes out have a page I wouldn't ignore it, believe me I'll read it.

This way I can write in two blogs without messing people around going what? Who is these people? This one is pure fantasy, the other will be what is happening in my life, my opinions and thoughts at this moment in time. Usually my life is too boring to keep up with a daily or weekly update like I would like to do.

At a later time there may be a one paragraph story but it may be a while til I start it up...Maybe when the other stories are finished.

Anyways I welcome any who look upon this and is a reader...Enjoy!