It was 4am, The cell door swung open with a loud creak and the gaurd covered his nose, sheilding himself from the smell of rust and filth.
"Abel, I will ask you again," The gaurd said patiently, he was a tall man, fair skinned, the usual uniform of the Zigurgsky. In the darkness a hollow figure shivered, unshaven and gray. The man sat in the corner, rocking back and forth, beating his fist against his palm, almost out of boredom, his silvery hair was unkept and unclean. His eyes were tired and wrinkled from age and stress. Sitting in the corner was Doctor Abel, once a leading geneticist now considered a mad man. "You mean interrogate?! I have nothing to say that has not been said."
"you will tell me once again then, indulge my curiosity!" the gaurd replied, a slight sneer on his face.
"fine, if you must make me suffer then I will tell you." He croaked.
"it was 1950, I had finally returned to France after the war. I knew I was late in coming back but I had been afraid to see my wife, for you see I had damage my spine and I did not wish for her to see me as I am and was then, a cripple of a man." he breathed deeply.
"Go on, continue." the gaurd sighed.
"We had lived in the countryside, Marie and I, banished by the citizens of paris." "Banished?" inquired the gaurd.
"Yes, banished for you see, Marie was not like the other girls, they beleived her a witch because she could see things, do things. She was what you now call a mutant, She was highly pychic, she possessed extreme Telepathy and telekenisis, The regaurded her a freak." he sighed.
January 5th, 1995
It was 4am, The cell door swung open with a loud creak and the gaurd covered his nose, sheilding himself from the smell of rust and filth.
"Abel, I will ask you again," The gaurd said patiently, he was a tall man, fair skinned, the usual uniform of the Zigurgsky. In the darkness a hollow figure shivered, unshaven and gray. The man sat in the corner, rocking back and forth, beating his fist against his palm, almost out of boredom, his silvery hair was unkept and unclean. His eyes were tired and wrinkled from age and stress. Sitting in the corner was Doctor Abel, once a leading geneticist now considered a mad man. "You mean interrogate?! I have nothing to say that has not been said."
"you will tell me once again then, indulge my curiosity!" the gaurd replied, a slight sneer on his face.
"fine, if you must make me suffer then I will tell you." He croaked.
"it was 1950, I had finally returned to France after the war. I knew I was late in coming back but I had been afraid to see my wife, for you see I had damage my spine and I did not wish for her to see me as I am and was then, a cripple of a man." he breathed deeply.
"Go on, continue." the gaurd sighed.
"We had lived in the countryside, Marie and I, banished by the citizens of paris." "Banished?" inquired the gaurd.
"Yes, banished for you see, Marie was not like the other girls, they beleived her a witch because she could see things, do things. She was what you now call a mutant, She was highly pychic, she possessed extreme Telepathy and telekenisis, The regaurded her a freak." he sighed.