Harrison's+Future+Earth+Story

//The Assassin //

I don’t know how it happened, but it just did. It’s a dream come true…or is it? But why should it have happened now? I’ve been training for seventeen years, aka; my entire life, to do what I’ve been chosen for, why would I be able to do it so easily and so early? It usually takes decades of practice and study. Some people study for their entire life but never break the Maximum Synchronization level. Teacher was awe-struck.

“Well done…” She said, quietly.

“You are the one we wanted then. Come with me.”

Oh, I’m sorry, I forgot to explain. It’s all so clear in my head. Anyway, I’m what you would call a sniper, an assassin, if you will. It’s rather simple. I use my skills to do what I’m asked of, and in return I obtain information about my life. The bigger the challenge, the more information I receive. I’m sorry, I’m not sure if I mentioned that I’ve spent my entire life here. I don’t know anything about my “real” life. What I do now...is my purpose, or at least that’s what they tell me. When I say “they,” I’m talking about the secret organization that I’m part of. Not even the President of The United States knows about us. My name…or rather what I’m called, is “Chris X.” That might be my real name, maybe not. Frankly, I don’t really give a damn what my name is, as long as l gain information on my whereabouts, and my abilities…so I can escape this putrid, disgusting, god awful place. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not a normal seventeen-year old boy. I’ve studied everything. I know…everything. I even know what you’re thinking about right now…no just kidding. But seriously, I have studied every form of math; I even scored an 11.2560 on my advanced trigonometry and calculus exam...which is very good by the way. I have an IQ of 289; in other words, I’m the smartest seventeen-year old kid in existence. But I don’t want to sound like I’m bragging. How do I know all of these things? It’s scary, what they did to me, but not in the “boo I scared you” kind of way. It’s the “I’d rather die than do this” kind of scary. And believe me, you have absolutely no idea what it felt like to go through what I went through.

When I was five, they told me to play a video game they made. No, it’s not like a PlayStation 3 or an Xbox. It was a simulation game where you go into a square shaped room, and they digitally rearrange everything, and I mean everything. They can make you in a desert, a forest, a tundra; hell you could be in outer space with a flying robot monkey if they wanted. They control everything, all from this little room above me. They give me tests and see what I can do. But this was not as fun as you would imagine a video game would be. If I am in a desert, they make the temperature in the room over 100 degrees. If I get injured in the game, they simulate the excruciating pain. The game is what you would call a “first person shooter.” They call it, “The Labyrinth.” Now that I think about it, I remember them saying it was going to be ‘fun.’ That’s absolutely ridiculous. My simulated missions look and feel positively real, and they always involve killing someone or something.

First mission I ever took: Assassinate a randomly generated serial killer. But that’s not all. The game also tells me how I need to kill them. This might be a little disturbing. For this mission, I had to grab his weapon, a knife, and individually cut off each of his limbs, including fingers and toes. I’ll remind you, I was five! But I had no choice; if I didn’t do exactly as the people, or should I say inhuman monsters, told me, I’d be tortured. I would be very severely tortured. I don’t want to go into it though. It might make you insane just by listening to what they did. They say that they killed my family, and the only way that I could be released back into society was if I did what they asked, well, forced me to do. I now know I never should have believed them, but at the time I was desperate.

“Get on your knees you little turd!” The General would scream at me, spit flying from his mouth onto my face as he spoke.

The General is the second in command in this entire place. I don’t know who’s first in command, and maybe I shouldn’t. After all, that might just want to make me kill him even more for what he did to me. I haven’t seen the General in some time, but I expect he hasn’t changed a bit. He’s an old man, but don’t mistake him for being weak. He could pound any normal man’s face into butter if he wanted. He’s around six feet tall, he has a big white moustache that covers his entire upper lip, and he always wears a green U.S army helmet. I don’t know why, because this place has nothing to do with any army. He has a lot of wrinkles all over his face, but there are no wrinkles from smiling. I don’t know if this man ever smiled in his life.

“That’ll be the third time you disobeyed us!” The General spat. “What do you have to say for yourself!?”

“I’m sorry sir. I just didn’t feel that the man was worth killing.” I said, nonchalantly. At this time I was twelve. Earlier I had failed a mission to kill an “important” businessman. They never tell me why I need to kill, but I do it anyway…for my sake.

“Oh, you’re in for it now, you sorry excuse for an assassin! You’re not one of us!” The General’s face was red now, but that’s not really saying much, for it gets red very easily. Two of the soldiers standing by him grabbed my legs, and another two grabbed my arms, and they flipped me over so my back was showing. It was scarred and bloody. It was about to get bloodier. One soldier gave the General his favorite weapon: a whip. But it’s not a normal whip. No, it’s far from normal. It looks like a normal whip, like the leather whip that Indiana Jones uses, if you’ve ever seen that movie. But this whip is made of solid, high carbon steel that was molecularly modified to be flexible, like a whip. As you can imagine, it hurts…a lot. Imagine getting hit in the head by a sledgehammer, and your head splits open, okay? But you don’t die. You feel the full extent of the pain of your head splitting open. You feel your skull crack, and all that other gruesome and gory stuff. Now, multiply that by three. That’s what it feels like to get whipped by a solid steel whip, or the Slicer, as the General calls it.

“How do you like that!?” said the General.

He laughed with his minions the whole time through it. But he missed the satisfaction of one thing: hearing me scream. Through every time the General has ever punished me, I’ve never made a sound.

Let’s get back to the present. I bet you’re wondering what happened when I first started this story? I bet you’re wondering what “Max Synchronization” means? Well you have a good reason to. This is not simple at all, but I’ll try to explain in the easiest way possible. There is a force inside all of us. It’s called “Seimei no minamoto.” This means, “The essence of life.” If not controlled and mastered, this force is useless. But if you do master this incredibly difficult art, thus achieving Maximum Synchronization with your spirit energy, you will gain access to a whole new world of power. All of your senses will be highly enhanced. You will see clearer, smell stronger, hear better, and so on. You will become stronger and faster. The most important part however, is that you can convert this spirit energy into a physical form. It’s different for everyone. For me, I turn my energy into an animal spirit. It is an ancient firebird of legend, a phoenix. For Teacher, she morphs her arm into a huge sword made of golden light. What’s amazing about that, is that the sword cuts through the actual darkness inside of someone. It doesn’t kill them, it purifies them. Teacher is, well, my teacher. She taught my everything I know about my powers, and trained me since birth. She is the only one that I trust here. She’s tall, and very pretty. She has long brown hair, and My phoenix, I named him Flames, is very powerful as well. I can use my energy to create fire, and we can combine our fire energy to make our ultimate attack: “Kasai no sutairu: Fenikkusubāsuto!” This means, “Fire style: Phoenix burst.” Pretty cool name, huh? Anyways, I utilize my Essence of Life to fight stronger foes. You probably don’t know it, but there are people outside this order who possess the same powers as I and Teacher. And it’s our job, me and Teacher’s, to cleanse the world of the people who use the Essence for evil. We will escape this prison. We will master our spirit powers. And we will destroy the most evil of the assassins: The Shinigami, The God of Death! Return to Middle School Homepage