TrotterS1213

Warning: this story is not medically accurate in any way, shape, or form. = __**Man, I can, be, like, as dense as ice, sometimes...Take 2 **__=

**Prologue: **
====Last week, something strange happened to my uncle that I have never met in Utah. //Apparently, // he began glowing while starting up the lawn mower. Freaking out, he frantically called our house, hyperventilating and calling himself an alien. I assured him that he was no such thing, and must have been a trick of the light.====

"Riiiight, like I'm gonna believe //that // load of..."
====My uncle cut me off before I finished, speaking in a deep voice that I didn't think much of at the time, and said that he had to leave, and to '//Never discuss this conversation with anyone or he will come to take me back to the train wreck I came from.' //==== ===="Dude! I know that you're my uncle and everything, but that was //so // uncalled for, man! And what's up with that //gnarly // voice? Are you down with a cold, or sumthin' or other?"==== ===="I'm not sure...I think I was called by a voice... That wasn't me, though, who spoke. I know that much....." he trailed off, and the call disconnected, but I could have thought that I heard the sound of glass breaking.==== ====behind him, right before it did. I pressed the call return button, but an automatic message played, saying in that monotonous voice, "//I'm sorry, this number has been disconnected." //====

I slammed down the phone in frustration. //What was going on...? // I wondered, deciding that there was definitely something creepy going on here.
====// "Anything is not the absence of nothing, but rather the random idea that pops into your head at any given time, but evolves into a greater purpose.Remember when it is time to fo ////rgive me for my past actions." //====

This is where my story begins, or ends, depending on your point of view.
====I wonder if what I did to my mother last week has anything to do with all of this. //Will my uncle suffer from the thing that I did...? // After all, every action has a consequence, and my action turned out in a bad way.====

You see, my mother has been lying to me for my whole entire life, and I wanted answers to this "Issue" that she has "aroused".
====Yeah, that issue was that I am not actually her son, but rather was left on her door only hours after I was born, with the note, //Don't mess this one up, or we'll cut your funding for your program. //==== ====The only reason I had ever found this out was when I was snooping around her closet, searching for my Halloween candy, and found a huge, fat file with all of these red-ink stamps across them, saying **CONFIDENTIAL ** and the words, //Hereditary Hemoglobin ////Tracker //. It took me all of half of a second to decide that this has GOT to be some juicy stuff right there, whatever Hemo-Goblins are. I figured, hey, that's cool. My mom's a monster hunter with a sick tracking system to locate them. All that was going through my head was whether or not I was going to be able to figure out a way to convince her to take me on her next secret mission! I could go all commando-style and get some //<span style="font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';">tight // ninja skills and use an ultra-righteous goblin-zapper that would explode those freaks to smithereens!==== ====I ripped open the file, paying no heed to the warnings of being arrested if you were looking at this without a warrant and Omega Black Clearance. Who even cares about people who have to take pills to supplement their Omega-3 levels, anyway?====

//<span style="font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';">Wouldn't it be cool, if... //
====My thoughts trailed off as I saw a picture of me from school pictures last year. Then, another one of some baby, presumably me, that had a giant needle being stuck in their arm. The next thing I saw was a newspaper clipping about some research facility out in Pasadena, California that dealt with a ‘new technology that will change the world we live in forever’. Then, there was a blown-up shot of what looked sort of like a computer chip from the 20th century, if they even had computer chips back then. I wondered what this was for, but it troubled me even more that my pictures were all over this file. Flipping through it more, and, yup, I see lots more pictures of myself. One from a Halloween party two years ago, one from my sixth grade field trip, another on my seventh birthday. This was getting weird.==== ====I called out for my mom to get in here, to confront her with my new knowledge, but she didn’t answer. Opening the door of her room to call out again, I got blasted in the face with some sort of smelly gas. That’s all I remembered.====

Groaning and opening my eyes, I felt as if I was going to puke and cry at the same time. This situation, whatever it was, was not good. I could at least figure that much out.
====I noticed then that my arms, legs, neck, and chest were restrained so tightly, that I thought my internal organs would burst from the pressure. There were these peculiarly-dressed doctors and nurses with all sorts of protective coverings, huddled over a lab station to the right of me. One stood away from the group to stretch, and, noticing that I was awake, began speaking hurriedly to the other doctors. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, because, well, for some reason, I couldn’t hear.==== ====One especially cocky-looking doctor rushed over to me to Taser me, for I was struggling with the restraints. “No, please don’t,” I shrieked, but they did it anyway. Writhing against my restraints, my eyes became wet with tears of pain. The doctor responded to that with another shock.====

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That vicious, rancorous, malicious, crude, brutal, backbiting, inhumane, cruel, cold-hearted doctor stepped from the shadows, and slowly, without a word, took of their face mask, goggles, and helmet.
====That vicious, rancorous, malicious, crude, brutal, backbiting, inhumane, cruel, cold-hearted doctor who wanted to break my will, crush my dreams, end my life; yes, that vicious, rancorous, malicious, crude, brutal, backbiting, inhumane, cruel, cold-hearted doctor… was my mother.==== ====I was so shocked, that, at that moment, if not thoroughly in pain and restrictions, would have run out and jumped in front of a train. Or perhaps off the Golden Gate bridge. Or maybe…. Why was I going off in a tangent at //this// crucial, pivotal turning point of my life? My //mother// is the hydrogen to my Hindenburg, the arrow that killed Achilles, the temptation of Pandora, and all of the other terrible things of the world rolled up into one!====

We both stared at each other in unblinking silence for a long time. I waited for her to explain herself, but it seemed as if I had to take the initiative, if I wanted answers. I asked her, still in disbelief, what was going on. "There was a device implanted in your blood when you were just a newborn," she said, "This has all the much more to do with your father as it does with me. You'll have to ask him when you see him." "WHAT is going on here? You //know// that my father is dead, and has been since I was two!" I exploded. "He's not going to be dead for much longer," my mom shouted, pulling out a set of electrodes, and whisking back a large sheet that I had not noticed earlier. There was a figure under there, and, yes, it was my dead father under that sheet. Mom started laughing maniacally, looking insane, as she hooked up my father to the electrical grid. Gathering all of the will and strength in my body, I tore at my restraints, breaking free, and side tackled my mother, as the sparks from the machine sent up wisps of smoke. Coughing, I held my breath at the smell of the noxious fumes, and smashed my mother's face into the floor, hearing at least part of her skull and nose crack. The humming from the machine was steadily rising towards a piercing, terrifying yelp of terror. I studied the machine, frantically searching for the OFF button. Oh, here it is!

There was a blinding flash of white light, and then, silence.


 * Chapter 3:**

RIIIIIIIIIING! RIIIIING!!!!!!! RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!!!!!!!!!!!!!! //Ugh! Will that stupid phone shut up?// //Sighing, I dejectedly got up to answer the// phone.

"I'm an alien! I'm an alien!" the voice yelled. "I'm sorry, but I think you have the wrong number," I replied. "It's your uncle, and I'm an alien!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"He bellowed in fear.

"Riiiight, like I'm gonna believe //<span style="font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';">that // load of..."
CLICK! '//<span style="font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';">Never discuss this conversation with anyone or he will come to take me back to the train wreck I came from.' // ===="Dude! I know that you're my uncle and everything, but that was //<span style="font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';">so // uncalled for, man! And what's up with that //<span style="font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';">gnarly // voice? Are you down with a cold, or sumthin' or other?"====

"I'm not sure...I think I was called by a voice... That wasn't me, though, who spoke. I know that much....." he trailed off.
CRASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. "//<span style="font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';">I'm sorry, this number has been disconnected." //


 * Epilogue:**

​ CUT! THAT'S A WRAP FOR TODAY. I WANT YOU ALL UP BRIGHT AND EARLY FOR TOMORROW MORNING'S SHOT OF SCENE 21!