The Lerancho Project
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Category:
Fantasy & Science Fiction › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
893
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter One part one
well, sorry its so short. but this is what ive got. enjoy and tell me what you think.
Now, as I said before, my name is Akasha Leer. I grew up in the suburbs in the US of A. My family was middle class. My father was a veterinarian and my mother was one of those stay at home mothers. I was born June 16, 1978 at Riverside hospital. Now, I hope you won’t go down there and ask for any records of me being born. You won’t find any. All records of my existence have been destroyed. The only ones who know otherwise are those who knew me. You see, N.E.C. labs wanted to cover up what they did do me, but I’ll get into that later.
I graduated from high school at 18 years old. I got accepted to a college in New York. I wanted to major in genetics. You see, N.E.C. is an energy company as well as one that deals with medical and science fields. I always paid my bills to them. They sure gave Cox a run for their money. I also wanted to work for them.
Well, I moved up to New York and got a small apartment. I hated to dorm idea. Well, while in this building I discovered that it isn’t that hard for an entire apartment building to go up in smoke. That’s right. The building had caught on fire. I was trapped inside, and so was someone else. He was trying to find a way out and in the process had stumbled onto me. We helped each other to get out of the fire. And that was how I met Mark Johnson. He had graduated from college a few years ago and was looking for a job as a chef. He had been making dinner for himself and was the culprit for the fire. I fell in love with him that day.
After that we moved into another building. We moved in together to share rent, and also for the fact that we started dating.
It was around this time that I got an internship with N.E.C. At this time I still didn’t know about the lerancho project. Only the higher ups knew about that one.
Well, a few years went by and I turned 22. It was winter. Mark had asked me out to dinner, at one of the more pricey places to eat in the city. We both got seafood.
When I was about to get up to go to the restroom he put his hand on mine to stop me. He knelt beside me and held out a box. Without a word from either of us I took it and put on the emerald ring. We then paid the bill and walked out, hand in hand, not a word from either of us, just small smiles of content.
It was just like one of those shitty romance movies that I love so much. It was perfect, my life seemed perfect. But the day wasn’t over yet. It would get worse, much worse. A sad ending to a great day. I’ll bet your thinking something will happen to Mark on our way home aren’t you? Is your mind racing? Trying to think of what before I tell you? Well, ill give you a small hint, but you better figure it out fast cause im going to say it soon. Something will happen to mark, it will happen where all bad things happen to good people in a city, a back ally. Will he die? Do you really want to know? Are you sure? Well, yes, in a sense, yes he will die.
Ok, if you haven’t guessed what would happen to him well, too late for you. Im saying it now. If you are just one of those people who want so guess things before you read them I suggest you put the book down and finish eating your potatoes.
Guessed it now? Yes? No? well its not like I can hear you since this is a book.
Bang!
A gunshot echoed through the streets, Mark was on the ground, clutching his leg. They had shot him in the kneecap. I screamed out Mark’s name. a large, muscled arm came around my waist. I was screaming and kicking. When another hand came near my face with a dripping cloth I added biting that arm to my gestures of assult. The man who had shot mark raised his gun to me, his finger on the trigger. He pulled. Mark jumped in the way of the bullet meant for me. A shot to his hear was his reward. His limp body fell to the concrete we stood on. His dead stare hit my own eyes ans he laid there in his own blood.
I screamed again and again for him to wake up. Tears streamed from my eyes and I screamed some more. I couldn’t believe what was happening. Another shot rang out, this one was for my arm. I screamed when I saw my blood. Then the back of the gun was hit across my face, breaking my cheek and nose. Of course I couldn’t feel that, I was already down for the count.
Now, as I said before, my name is Akasha Leer. I grew up in the suburbs in the US of A. My family was middle class. My father was a veterinarian and my mother was one of those stay at home mothers. I was born June 16, 1978 at Riverside hospital. Now, I hope you won’t go down there and ask for any records of me being born. You won’t find any. All records of my existence have been destroyed. The only ones who know otherwise are those who knew me. You see, N.E.C. labs wanted to cover up what they did do me, but I’ll get into that later.
I graduated from high school at 18 years old. I got accepted to a college in New York. I wanted to major in genetics. You see, N.E.C. is an energy company as well as one that deals with medical and science fields. I always paid my bills to them. They sure gave Cox a run for their money. I also wanted to work for them.
Well, I moved up to New York and got a small apartment. I hated to dorm idea. Well, while in this building I discovered that it isn’t that hard for an entire apartment building to go up in smoke. That’s right. The building had caught on fire. I was trapped inside, and so was someone else. He was trying to find a way out and in the process had stumbled onto me. We helped each other to get out of the fire. And that was how I met Mark Johnson. He had graduated from college a few years ago and was looking for a job as a chef. He had been making dinner for himself and was the culprit for the fire. I fell in love with him that day.
After that we moved into another building. We moved in together to share rent, and also for the fact that we started dating.
It was around this time that I got an internship with N.E.C. At this time I still didn’t know about the lerancho project. Only the higher ups knew about that one.
Well, a few years went by and I turned 22. It was winter. Mark had asked me out to dinner, at one of the more pricey places to eat in the city. We both got seafood.
When I was about to get up to go to the restroom he put his hand on mine to stop me. He knelt beside me and held out a box. Without a word from either of us I took it and put on the emerald ring. We then paid the bill and walked out, hand in hand, not a word from either of us, just small smiles of content.
It was just like one of those shitty romance movies that I love so much. It was perfect, my life seemed perfect. But the day wasn’t over yet. It would get worse, much worse. A sad ending to a great day. I’ll bet your thinking something will happen to Mark on our way home aren’t you? Is your mind racing? Trying to think of what before I tell you? Well, ill give you a small hint, but you better figure it out fast cause im going to say it soon. Something will happen to mark, it will happen where all bad things happen to good people in a city, a back ally. Will he die? Do you really want to know? Are you sure? Well, yes, in a sense, yes he will die.
Ok, if you haven’t guessed what would happen to him well, too late for you. Im saying it now. If you are just one of those people who want so guess things before you read them I suggest you put the book down and finish eating your potatoes.
Guessed it now? Yes? No? well its not like I can hear you since this is a book.
Bang!
A gunshot echoed through the streets, Mark was on the ground, clutching his leg. They had shot him in the kneecap. I screamed out Mark’s name. a large, muscled arm came around my waist. I was screaming and kicking. When another hand came near my face with a dripping cloth I added biting that arm to my gestures of assult. The man who had shot mark raised his gun to me, his finger on the trigger. He pulled. Mark jumped in the way of the bullet meant for me. A shot to his hear was his reward. His limp body fell to the concrete we stood on. His dead stare hit my own eyes ans he laid there in his own blood.
I screamed again and again for him to wake up. Tears streamed from my eyes and I screamed some more. I couldn’t believe what was happening. Another shot rang out, this one was for my arm. I screamed when I saw my blood. Then the back of the gun was hit across my face, breaking my cheek and nose. Of course I couldn’t feel that, I was already down for the count.