Soarris’s Story

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This is a story that I wrote for another one of my neopet characters, Soarris. You may find it odd that there are no descriptions for the ‘creature’ but this is because he is always changing. Please visit the page that I have made for Soarris to see more about him along with more pictures I have drawn of him.

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Darkness…

You wander aimlessly in a strange building as you feel the hall to your right with your hand. As you follow the long corridor, you wonder why it is so dark here. What is this place? A cold feeling bites at you as you venture deeper into the dark abyss of the building. A chill is sent through your body as you begin to tremble in both fear and cold. You feel a bit dizzy, as a strange feeling seems to linger overhead. Immediately, you feel the urge to turn back, yet curiosity drives you further.

Suddenly there is a bright flash up ahead. The whole corridor lights up as you shield your eyes with your hands. You cringe as the light corrupts the darkness and overpowers the black. The light increases in brightness as a loud machine-like squeal follows. There is a loud whir followed be a laser-like sound. There is the sound of lightning just before the hiss of a machine as it cools to a stop. You are able to hear the engine come to a stop.

What was that? You return your hands to the cold wall to your right as the darkness floods the hallway once again. Mystery shrouds over everything as the dreadful feeling returns. You hear a light moan echo through the long corridor and began to walk towards the odd sound. There is a little bit of light emitting from a small room to the left.

You turn to enter through the doorway of the room and find machinery along the walls. There are meters with arrows swaying from side to side and computers with keyboards underneath the monitors. You notice strange machines with blinking lights and flashing numbers, programmed to record things throughout the building. Some of the machines are on, radiating the little bit of light that led you here. The room is small and quite crowded, with nothing else of interest. You leave and decide to continue on.

As you walk, you are surprised to feel glass against your right hand. There is a large, glass window. You stand in front of the wall and cup your hands around your face to try and peer through the frigid, glass. With the little light given from the other room, you discover many beakers lined on shelves across the walls of a room and microscopes next to journals and papers on a desk. Resting on tall, metal shelves in the center of the room are tubes filled with colored liquid. Held within the tubes are small creatures that have not been fully developed yet. There are small skeletons and embryos trapped in small prisons of liquid. You think of how strange they look. Why are they here?

You decide to walk on to find the source of the eerie sound you heard earlier. As you travel slowly, the moaning grows louder and is joined with a low whimper. Your hand reaches a corner, as another room opens to your right. You enter to have blackness meet your eyes with the thick smell of smoke daunting in the air.

What is this place? As you walk quietly, you hear a soft cry to your left, low to the ground. You scale the wall for a light switch, yet are left in disappointment. With your arms outstretched before you, you begin to walk blindly through the room, bit by bit. You think of how odd it is to have no sight, and stumble along the tile beneath your feet.

“Who is there?” A voice asks, carrying the sense of confusion and despair. You feel sorrow as you realize that the voice also sounds very young. “Are-are you here to hurt me?” it resumes with a cry following.

“No,” you call out ahead of you. You are unsure of where the voice is coming from as you search with your arms. “Where are you?” you ask.

There is no answer as you hear a deep sigh followed by a moan of pain. As you search for the owner of the voice, you accidentally run your hands into a wooden desk. Running your fingertips generously along the hard surface, you feel a chain faintly grace the top of your hand. You pull it and release a small bit of light flicker on from a tiny table lamp.

You then see a creature huddled in the corner next to the desk. You turn to the frightened animal and ask, “Is it you?”

The creature looks up at you with his big, blue eyes. You can see the fear within him as he replies with a whisper, “Yes.”

“What are you doing here?” you ask him.

“I am not sure…I am never sure. I have been here all my life, and I do not know why.”

You think over the creature’s reply as you notice a small, silver bracelet around his left wrist. You see the number 96 engraved into the silver. He has been tagged. Is he some sort of experiment?

“Every day,” he continues, “this large machine is powered up and fires at me. It hurts…and I change. It is terrible, yet I cannot stop it. I am lost.”

You glance to where the creature had pointed and see a large machine that looks to be some sort of ray gun. You figure it was the source of the bright light, the hiss, and the thick smell of smoke that you had experienced earlier. Why was this poor creature here?

The animal looks up at you in bewilderment. “Are you one of ‘them’ he asks?”

“Who?”

“One of ‘them,’ the monsters in white. ‘They’ dress all in white and come in every day to power the machine. ‘They’ fire at me and wait for the smoke to die down in anticipation. I always notice the gleam in ‘their’ eyes as ‘they’ wait to see what I have changes into, if anything at all. When I have changed, ‘they’ do something at the desk there.” He points to the desk behind you.

You turn and notice a red notebook resting on its surface beneath the lamp. You open it and flip through the pages lightly. “These,” you speak as you make a conclusion, “look like records of some sort.” You notice pictures of different creatures among the many pages. Lupes, kacheeks, pteris, etc. There are all different colors and species. “Are these you?” you ask as you notice the silver bracelet etched with 96 around all of the creatures’ left wrists.

“Yes,” he replies. “As I have told you, I change frequently. It is dreadful, and I do not know why they do this to me. What have I done wrong?”

You feel saddened as you think of how young this creature is and what he has been through throughout his life. How cruel.

“Who am I?” he asks glancing up at you.