Rebirth

Darko · 10-06-2007, 01:24 AM

Somewhere in the midwest...

Patient X was guarded by two burly men in white, positioned at either side of the thick metal door. Although the patient had been comatose for several months with no signs of amelioration, extra security measures were deemed necessary due to the manner in which the patient fell into the coma. A man in a brown Brooks Brothers suit made his way down the brightly lit corridor, assistant at his side, and approached the heavily guarded door.

He flashed them his ID and the two men stepped aside. His assistant fumbled with the keypad next to the door and the door let out a loud clanking noise and swung forward. The man peered into the face of Patient X with a dark glee.

"This is him..." He whispered to his assistant. "This is Grayson Dorian." He moved closer to the bed regarding the monitors. They were beeping and toning rhythmically as they were displaying his vital signs.

"Sir, it appears that this particular patient is not going to get any better, the mental trauma that he has experienced is greater than that of any individual I've ever worked with. His brain is practically, for the lack of better terms, dead." The man's assistant said.

The man looked at him and glared. "This is Project Darko right here." He began. "You have no IDEA of what this young man is capable of." He said defensively as he turned his sights on the sleeping patient. "I've found you at last. Did you think you could escape me? You have displayed such power the way you obliterated my facility back in Ohio...we were careless. But I've seen the damage you can do now...we're better suited for you now." The man said with a dangerous softness to his voice. He looked up at his assistant. "The guards...take care of them." He hissed.

The assistant nodded and withdrew a handgun and made his way to the door. He raised his arm and called out to the guards. As they both appeared in the doorway, the assistant fired two rounds, one per guard, and they slumped down to the ground.

"We must make haste, Mr. Siran." The assistant said as he replaced the gun to its hiding place on his person. The two proceeded to dismantle the comatose Patient X from the machines and sneak him from his safeguarded room.

Darko · 10-06-2007, 01:46 AM

One month later...

He opened his eyes and gasped as he was abruptly thrust into consciousness. His eyes darted around the room in panic as he wildly flailed his arms in the air. His panicked cried were short and separated with heavy breathing.

"Wha-! Where...." He jumped out of his bed pulling off wires attatched to his head, and chest. "Where-where!" he couldn't speak, his mind was racing, and his eyes were as wide as golf balls. He was standing in a white, circular room that contained a simple bed, white, and several monitors for his vitals. The door was ajar to add to his shock and he bolted for it. Nobody was in the halways to stop him as he wildly and blindly turned corners searching for an exit. Little did he know that this was all staged and his escape was completely planned and prepared for.

He managed to find a door leading out of the establishment and he found himself in a crowded street, people passing by in the hustle and bustle of their daily lives. They turned their heads to see the raving young man as he wildly thrust himself into the crowd. He looked around confused. What is going on? Where am I? His thoughts were short and fragmented. He took off down the sidewalk, barefoot and clad in white hospital scrubs.

People were looking at the odd sight of a frazzled young man running down the street without footwear, their surface thoughts began to peck their ways into his mind.

What on earth is he thinking? He must be insane. He looks like a mental patient...
He put both hands on his head as he tried to shake the thoughts from his mind.

Someone was watching him from a distance, waiting for the right moment to swoop in and begin development of his fresh and malleable mind.

AgentSmith · 10-07-2007, 07:36 PM

As Gray turned around Smith was standing right in front of him.

"Focus your power! Stop acting weak!"

"Are you a weakling?!!" Smith yelled at him.

Suddenly more Smiths appeared and started taunting Gray.

Darko · 10-07-2007, 10:46 PM

Just then a mysterious person that looked like a terrorist had jumped in front of the young man. He began yelling at him and taunting him, and by some strange and bizarre act, the man in the mask split himself into several copies of himself.

"Wha..." He stammered. "What's going on??!" He asked wildly as he looked at the duplicates around him, taunting him.

"Stop it....Stop...." He couldn't take it anymore. "STOP!" he cried loudly.

In an instant, a strong force exploded out from the Patient in white scrubs, knocking everything and everyone in the vicinity backwards several feet.

"What's happening to me???" He was so confused. He had no memories up until he woke up. It was empty space in his head of what thoughts should have been. Imua, Caz, Tessa, Ryker....all the people he once knew and held dear, he had no recollection of anything prior to his coma.

He took off running down an alleyway and disappeared from sight.

From across the street a man sitting at a cafe had been watching everything. He reached inside his breast pocket and removed a cell phone. He flipped it open and began to speak.

"Something has come up....a random has interfered with the programming phase. Project Darko has flown the coop, you should have seen what he did, we're going to have to regroup. This one seems to be capable of multiplicity. We'll have to investigate this one." He flipped the cell phone closed and stood up.

He crossed the street and approached the crowd of people who had been knocked down from the telekinetic shockwave produced from the young man in white.

"Excuse me...err...sir?" He asked the man who had been taunting his project.

AgentSmith · 10-08-2007, 12:01 PM

After Smith was knocked back from Grays blast he was temporaily dazed. SHortly after, he was approached by a rather sophisticated looking man.

"Excuse me...err...sir?"

Smith wasn't too concerned about anyone seeing what he could do, for his identity was hidden for this reason.

Besides, any efforts to capture me would be futile, he thought. Smith never sent the real him into any compromising situation.

"Back up, what do you want?" Smith asked.

Darko · 10-08-2007, 12:34 PM

He was shocked at how the man addressed him, but then again, he wasn't expecting much from a man that blatantly displayed his abilities in public donning a ski mask.

"Your subtlty is astounding, first of all..." He commented as he eyed the guy. "I just was wondering if you could answer a few questions for me..." He asked earnestly as he waited for some kind of response from the guy in the ski mask.

AgentSmith · 10-08-2007, 11:42 PM

Noticing the tone in the man's voice Smith brought it down a notch. Taking note that he clearly had other intentions, Smith answered him.

"Sure. If your questions are reffering to you seeing more than one me, then it was just a magic trick. I am but a peddler trying to make dollar. Care to spare a dollar?"

Smith pulled out a purple cloth bag out of his hoodie.

Darko · 10-09-2007, 12:19 AM

The man smirked as the masked man called himself a magician and produced a purple bag waiting for a contribution. He knew very well that magic was all smoke and mirrors, and what the masked duplicator had done was very tangible.

"My name is Jonathan Siran. I study metaphysics in relation to the genetic code. I come into contact and investigate people with acclaimed abilities." he said introducing himself and completely ignoring the purple bag. "Your talents, my friend, could prove useful...we could use someone like you on our side." He smiled inwardly as he greedily thought about the exploits he could put into action if the man agreed.

Getting to the point, he began asking his questions. "Do you know who that young man was, the one you were just talking to?" He asked.

AgentSmith · 10-09-2007, 12:44 AM

After seeing that the man wasn't freaked out by what he saw, and knew it was no mere magic trick. Smith pulled his hood down a little further.

"What side would you be referring to? I currently have my own side with my own army. And in reference to your second question....."

FLASHBACK:

Smith saw the young brown haired young boy with the dipple in his chin and he knew that was the one he saught.

Seeing that he saw the boy alone while his sister was inside, Smith ran over to him, grabbed both his hands. Smiths eyes went all yellow and he said in a deep scary voice:

"I WANT YOU TO HAVE IT!" As he said this both their hands glowed bright yellow VERY brifely, then Smith eyes went normal and he darted away never looking back."

END OF FLASHBACK.

"In reference to your second question. I was merely just trying to amaze that guy with my, ahem, magic."

Darko · 10-09-2007, 01:01 AM

Jonathan was shocked to hear that this man had an army of his own. "Well, I'm so sorry to hear that." He said with a frown. "We really could have used you." He said regretfully. He noticed that the man seemed to be lost in reverie for a moment and then snapped out of it.

"In reference to your second question. I was merely just trying to amaze that guy with my, ahem, magic."

Jonathan nodded. "I see...you just so happened to amaze someone very..." He paused for a moment as he was at a loss for words. There were many things that Grayson Dorian could be described as, dangerous, unstable, lost...but the one that finally came to mind was capable. "...capable. That young man destroyed a section of his own High School by accident when he first came into his powers. He then destroyed my research facility back in Ohio and escaped. I just recently was able to procure him again, and this time should be easy as he has no recollection of who he is or what he can do." Jonathan explained.

"I aim to 'reprogram' him to my advantage." He stated hungrily. "He can hear thoughts and can move things with his mind on an atomic level....There's so much possibility to that boy." He looked at the man and was brought back to the present situation. "If you say you have this army, why not join forces. Help me retrieve my project, if we succeed, imagine the power, the money, the success....We have to hurry before he starts to become more lucid of what's going on." He urged the man.