Pitch Black

[valen]

PERSONAL LOG
Michael Valen
Entry # 20

*Click*

"**** its getting worse here. The Old fart keeps on drinking, something about not being able to finish some project of his. What the **** should I care? Or even worse suffer for it?" - Michael started his log while lying on his bed.


"Michael!" - A voice was heard from down the stairs in the corridor.

"What do you want Old Man?" - Michael replied with a repulsing tone.

"Grab me some water and come down here."

"Yeah Old Man, whatever." - Michael said that to sound he has no interest in seeing what The Old Man is doing down there, but curiosity got the best of him, so he grabbed a bottle of water and proceeded down the stairs. The door there opened with the same voice as when he entered the house.

*Click*

**DNA CONFIRMED, WELCOME MICHAEL**

As Michael walked through the door, inside a giant laboratory his eyes were running all over the room. Wires everywhere, power couplings, consoles, robotic components, computers all was there. All in a mess, but still in order. The Old Man seemed to be getting his way around, as he was jumping, running all over the room while Michael was looking at all the amazing machinery there. Michael approached The Old Man and left the bottle of water on a computer console.

"Wow, nice!" - Michael said in astonishment.

"Yes indeed boy. But.... Let me show you something. Come with me." - They proceeded deeper into the laboratory, to a chamber looking room. It was oval shaped, and wires and pipes were spreading all over the room.

"This, this boy, is my life's work! This will help all sick people with troubles in growth to function normally! And maybe will earn me some credits if the army wishes to buy my design! Hehe. But I cannot make it work, the side effects are terrible, and human testing is impossible."

"What is that exactly?" - Michael asked The Old Man, while looking at the armor for the first time. He was somehow pulled towards the armor, somehow he felt that it has unimaginable power. He came closer to it, reaching his hand to touch it.

"That boy is..." - The Old Man noticed Michael reaching for the armor and quickly rushed toward him, hitting him in the head with a pipe that he managed to reach while rushing, "Don't touch that boy! You are not worth to even be touching that!" - The Old Man screamed at Michael, while being drunk and simply loving the armor more then he loved his boy.

Michael was lying on the floor, his eyes were glancing with tears. He got up slowly, blood was dripping from his head, wipes his lips with his hand, and touching his head to see how much blood there is.

"**** you Old Man. This is the last time you ever lay hand on me. **** YOU!!!!" - Michael said and ran towards the entrance to the laboratory with tears in his eyes.

"That screwup of a boy needs some medical attention! He is mental! Little **** up."

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