Ahhh... it's taking longer and longer for me to write these chapters. It's HARD to continue this plotline! I already have the crux of the story thought out, but I keep THINKING, how can I change it? How can I make it better? Most importantly, how should I write it?
Just know this story has an ending, and will come soon... (maybe by February). But this is not the end.
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This chapter is dedicated to the moderators of the General forum, particularly Zerok. The rules he states on his page are MOSTLY reasonable, but I can't wrap my head around the story thread ban. WHY CAN'T I SPREAD MY STORY FARTHER THAN THIS USERPAGE? I want to get all the traffic of the BBS! Oh well. Besides, most people abuse it and write stories about sex or something retarded.
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So here we go again... down the Hallways...
Chapter Four
Andrew Werdna woke up. Yet for a change, he stayed in bed. Was it a dream he had had? Was there really a spirit that had come to rescue him? Why was there a bruise that ached ever so slightly on the back of his head?
The blanket retracted from over him into the foot of the bed. He got out of his bed, opened his bedroom door, walked into the hallway, closed his bedroom door, and stopped.
There was a five-way split he was standing in the middle of. He didn't know which way to go. Each hallway was identical and continuous. He turned towards the door, heard a mechanical CRANK, and watched the door move behind a wall section. His room was gone.
He could only choose to pick one random exit and go along it. So he ascended and descended stairs, climbed and lowered up and down ladders, opened and closed doors, and walked back and forth through the hallways.
Andrew was aware for the first time, so it felt, of the elaborate and expansive series of corridors. Everything was black and white. The doors and ladders were black, everything else white. There were no reflective surfaces, and the light seemed to glow out of the walls, ceilings, and floors.
He could faintly hear his own body movements. The pattering of his feet, the whisper of his breath. The doors creaked and the ladders rattled. It was not a soundproof world.
Something troubled him about the- dream, was it? he had last night. There was something in the man's eyes, something that glistened, sparkled. It was so familiar... he could put a name to it if only he remembered. The hallways didn't have it, he knew.
Never retracing his steps but hesitating often, Andrew reached the Origin Room. The project leader quickly smacked the DROP button and the floor opened up, pulling Andrew through as had been done thousands of times before. Pressing his hands against the control console, he gruffly stated,
"Well, he got through the damned thing. I was worried I put him to sleep to forcefully, might've jogged the digits in his brain. But we were right, he was right, success!"
"What do we need now?" the assistant implored.
"Time. More time. Right now I assume his conscience hasn't yet fully awakened, therefore hasn't roused any unpredictability. We just need to wait, watch, gather data, compute it, change things, repeat cycle. Speed, gait, air temperature, light settings, door resistance, slope, length, EVERY SINGLE MINIMAL ASPECT IS CRUCIAL! Very little can be determined until we create the ideal environment! Then we must simplify it all down to analyzing his thought as he's awake! Maybe, just maybe, in future generations our research could be expounded upon and put to practical use, all for the GLORY... of these United States of America!"
Frantically searing, he shoved off the console and screamed with ferocity,
"THESE GOD-FORSAKEN, FILTH-RIDDEN, DIVIDED TERRITORIES OF NORTH AMERICA!!"
The assistant now knew just how long he'd be here.
To be continued...
Hebacheba
SUSPENSE! DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUUUUUN.
Viewtiful-Chris (Updated )
I thought I was gradually building up suspense this whole time.
Oh well.
The climax will still blow you off your feet.