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The thug is right in front of me, picking on people weaker than himself. The very definition of a coward. Attacks unarmed people, specifically chooses those that cannot defend themselves. It's people like this that make project: Eden sound like a good idea. He hasn't spotted me yet. He probably wouldn't if I glowed in the dark, dimwitted asshole. He has a knife, but it's not like that's much of a challenge, not for a Homo Perfectus.


 

REMAINING HEALTH: 100%

You attack the thug from behind.

I come at the thug from the shadows and punch him across his face. I seem to have forgotten to increase my strength, so the hit doesn't take him out. Panicing, he swiftly swipes the knife at me, and barely manages to slash my arm. I then deliver a second hit, and this one takes him out. The fact that a punk like him managed to get a hit at me is more painful than the actual wound.


REMAINING HEALTH: 85%

You talk to the victim.

I approach the civilian, who is still cowering on the ground.



"Are you alright?"



He looks up and sees who I am.



"I...yeah. Did you..."



"You should be safe now. I hope this reminds you that Gorgon city is not safe during the night."



"Right, yeah. Thank's again."


REMAINING HEALTH: 85%

You leave.

I've done what I can here. Best I go back home. It takes time, since most of it is just walking as I don't have the necessary speed to run across the rooftops, but I get there eventually.

 
 

REMAINING HEALTH: 85%

You enter the apartment.

I press the key into the slot and open the lock. I then push the door open, wobble towards the couch and hurl myself into it. I intentionally placed the couch there, I am always so tired after a ten-hour Shade marathon, which I take almost every day. The city is just as dark as before. Adam gave the scum of the Earth a second chance, and this is how they use it. Stealing and killing anyone or anything they can think of! After a few minutes of resting I decide to close the door. I don't want anyone in the building to see Shade sitting on the couch placed directly in front of the front door, do I? That would be inconvenient for me as Eve. Now, I should probably take care of this wound. Damn bastard getting a lucky shot.

 
 

REMAINING HEALTH: 85%

You stop the bleeding.

I immediately enter the bathroom and remove my jacket. Some blood has stained it, and it was slightly cut as well, but it has seen worse. I cover the wound with bandages and apply pressure onto it. Soon the bleeding has stopped. The wound is still there, but this fixes a majority of the problem.

 

REMAINING HEALTH: 85%
The thug is right in front of me, picking on people weaker than himself. The very definition of a coward. Attacks unarmed people, specifically chooses those that cannot defend themselves. It's people like this that make project: Eden sound like a good idea. He hasn't spotted me yet. He probably wouldn't if I glowed in the dark, dimwitted asshole. He has a knife, but it's not like that's much of a challenge, not for a Homo Perfectus.


 

REMAINING HEALTH: 100%

You wait and see what transpires.

I decide to wait for a better opportunity  to strike. After all, if he was closer and did not see me, I could take him down quickly, silently and painlessly. However, he starts circling around his victim, and doing that, he spots the pair of red glowing eyes staring at him from the depts of the alley.

"Shade!?!"

Just as I though, this guy is a coward. As soon as he sees someone who could fend him off and bite back, he turns around and runs away.


REMAINING HEALTH: 100%

You sprint after him.

Trying to catch him without any speed enhancement proves challenging, but in the end, without any Homo Perfectus enhancements, I prove to be the faster individual and catch up with him. I grab him and throw him at a wall, which he bounces off and lands on the ground, knocked out. He was even more of a whimp than I thought. Typical of a thug like him.

 

REMAINING HEALTH: 100%

You talk to the victim.

I approach the civilian, who is still cowering on the ground.



"Are you alright?"



He looks up and sees who I am.



"I...yeah. Did you..."



"You should be safe now. I hope this reminds you that Gorgon city is not safe during the night."



"Right, yeah. Thank's again."


REMAINING HEALTH: 100%

You leave.

I've done what I can here. Best I go back home. It takes time, since most of it is just walking as I don't have the necessary speed to run across the rooftops, but I get there eventually.

 
 

REMAINING HEALTH: 100%

You enter the apartment.

I press the key into the slot and open the lock. I then push the door open, wobble towards the couch and hurl myself into it. I intentionally placed the couch there, I am always so tired after a ten-hour Shade marathon, which I take almost every day. The city is just as dark as before. Adam gave the scum of the Earth a second chance, and this is how they use it. Stealing and killing anyone or anything they can think of! After a few minutes of resting I decide to close the door. I don't want anyone in the building to see Shade sitting on the couch placed directly in front of the front door, do I? That would be inconvenient for me as Eve.

 
 

REMAINING HEALTH: 100%
I decide to wait for a better opportunity  to strike. After all, if he was closer and did not see me, I could take him down quickly, silently and painlessly. However, he starts circling around his victim, and doing that, he spots the pair of red glowing eyes staring at him from the depts of the alley.

"Shade!?!"

Just as I though, this guy is a coward. As soon as he sees someone who could fend him off and bite back, he turns around and runs away.


REMAINING HEALTH: 100%

You throw something at him.

I grab a nearby chunk of rock and throw it at the thug. However, he is not only moving, but getting further and further away, so the throw misses. Perhaps if I had a more pinpointed vision, I would have gotten him. Regardless, he escaped.


REMAINING HEALTH: 100%
I decide to wait for a better opportunity  to strike. After all, if he was closer and did not see me, I could take him down quickly, silently and painlessly. However, he starts circling around his victim, and doing that, he spots the pair of red glowing eyes staring at him from the depts of the alley.

"Shade!?!"

Just as I though, this guy is a coward. As soon as he sees someone who could fend him off and bite back, he turns around and runs away.


REMAINING HEALTH: 100%

You let him go and attend to the victim.

I decide not to pursue him any further and let him run off. He'll have learned not to give me a reason to kick his ass anyway.  Instead, I turn my attention towards the civilian.I approach the civilian, who is still cowering on the ground.

0VOCALS%=%0%"Are you alright?"%%



VOCALS%=%0%He looks up and sees who I am.%%



"I...yeah. Did you..."



"You should be safe now. I hope this reminds you that Gorgon city is not safe during the night."



"Right, yeah. Thank's again."


REMAINING HEALTH: 100%
"What's your name?" You ask in an attempt to keep Westfield's attention on you instead of Carla.


"It's Westfield, that's literally the first thing I told you," Westfield says somewhat baffled by your question.


"No, I mean your real name, if I'm going to be killed, I should have the right to know the identity of the person who is doing the killing."


"I see your point, alright I'll let you in a little secret, I was born and raised in a town called Westfield in New Jersey, I loved that town, of course when I first became a criminal I made a lot of mistakes and the police were closing in on me, I eventually had to leave and I resettled here in Van Hove, I learned that it's important to have an alias and to make sure the police are on your side, most people think nicknames are way to be cool but for me, they make staying out of jail a little easier, but if you really must know my name it's John Tiegel," Westfield  prattles. You can see Carla almost is free of her restraints. If you can just distract Westfield for a little bit longer Carla should be able to escape.

You say "Why my sister?"

"Why my sister?" You ask Westfield. "Out of all the girls in Van Hove why her?"


"That's a fair question, you see her boyfriend Steve liked to gamble but no matter how much he gambled he never could seem to win, he wound up owing me quite a bit of money and would never be able to make enough money to pay me back, then two days he calls me and says he has a girl he can offer as payment so the next day I have one of my guys go and get her," Westfield tells you.


"Why did you kill him?"


"I learned he had been dating your sister for a month, a person who pretends to be in love with someone else for their own gain can't be trusted, maybe I overacted but it's better to be safe than sorry besides it's not like you feel sorry for that piece of shit, even a by the book cop like Carla here would waste too much time with his death." As Westfield says this his attention turns to Carla and she is forced to stop trying to free herself.


"Now it is time for you to die Ben," Westfield seals your fate as he turns back to you and shoots with his revolver and you are killed as Westfield again chooses to be safe rather than sorry.
"Where's Victoria?" You say in a rather angry tone.


"Not even a hello, now why should I help someone who has no manners?" Moira asks.


"For Christ sake's Moira, can you stop being a bitch for one second and just tell me where Victoria is?" You shout as your patience runs out.


The other workers in the building have heard your outburst and now all eyes are on you. "I think it's time for you to leave, Ben."


Embarrassed and feeling like a jackass, you head out and drive back home. This incident will no doubt make going out in the future more difficult.  When you're back in the safety of your dwelling, you begin to calm down. You go to your bedroom, sit down on your computer and begin the work you were going to do today. Although you are still upset, working relieves your stress quite a bit. After several more hours Victoria still is missing and your concern now as some justification. After the incident at Moira's, you really don't feel like heading out but need to determine what you're going to do next.

You don't call the police

You decide not to call the police and try to convince yourself that you are just overanxious and this will all be over with soon. After eating dinner you go to bed. The night mostly consists of you tossing and turning.  When morning arrives you are too tired and too stressed to get any work done and for most of the day you don't really do anything. Your boss isn't going to be happy about this but your mind is completely focused on Victoria at this point. The sliver of hope you still have slowly fades as the hours pass and you beg for this torture to end. Finally around evening time you hear a knock at the door and run to it like a kid to presents on Christmas. Sadly it isn't Victoria but two police officers who tell you the grim news that Victoria's body has been found. If only you weren't such a recluse afraid of the outside world, dealt with Moira better or actually bothered to call the police you might have been able to find Victoria alive, as it is you must now come to terms with the fact you are truly alone.
Walking back up to the boy, you could see that he was still sulking, although he had stopped shaking so at least that was good.

You crouch down to his level and start to speak.

You stern

"Alright listen up kid, the girl was right, do as you're told and we'll get you out of this hellhole, but don't fuck around or else you'll be staying here for the rest of eternity, and I'm not lying when I say that."

The boy starts to quiver again as he continues to look down at his knees.

You press on

"Answer me, boy, do you agree to these terms."

"Y-Yes." He whimpers silently.

A nasty smell comes to your nostrils, and the color of the boy's skin starts to turn a dark rotten green, which makes you wince in disgust.

"Alright then, tell me about yourself, how did you die?"

"I drowned in the lake..."He says in a light voice.

"Yeah well no fucking shit, I was hoping you'd be more fucking specific, who let you drown, were you here alone?"

The smell gets worse, you want to pinch your nose and get out of here, but you continue with the questions as the boy shakes harder.

"Leave me alone..."

"Excuse me?"

There's a sudden second in which the boy disappears from your eyes, and seconds later you start to feel a pain from your chest.

With each passing moment it grows stronger and stronger, and before you know it you let out a yell in pain as you fall onto your back.

"Hey!" You hear Ruby shout out to you, but your ears start to ring as you wreathe around the wooden dock in pain.

It feels like something wants to burst out of your chest, and you want nothing else more but to die and get rid of the burning sensation that was cooking your heart like a cracked egg.

Something did burst from your chest, you were sure of it. You wouldn't see it though as your vision had gone out first.

Shortly afterward your senses followed with it.
"Hey you know you can trust me, right kid? Helping you is my job, and I'm sure as hell going to help you get out of this place, no matter what." You say reassuringly.

The boy looks up at you but doesn't say anything, though it seems like he's thinking about something as his eye keeps looking at different things.

"Do you want to ask me anything?"You say, hoping that he would clear his mind of any worries.

"How...How are you going to help me?"

You tell him the truth

Lying to the kid would probably fuck you over in some way later. It was best to be upfront with everything that was about to happen so he wouldn't be surprised.

"Look kid, the process that were going to through is going to be...different than you would probably except. So please don't get to freaked out with what's to happen."

"Well, what's the process?"He asks, with a bit of force in his voice.

"You're going to be....coming into my body."You say bluntly.

"What!?"He yells loudly, giving you a look of disbelief.

"Yeah, you'll share a body with me, and be able to see what I see and go where I go, think of it as keeping me company." You say trying to make situation sound tame.

"But I don't want to go with you, I want to get off this fucking planet!"He cries.

"Yes eventually you will, but you just have to stay with me for a period of time, and once that period of time is over, you can ascend."

"How long is the period of time...?"He mutters.

You give him a sideways glance. "I don't know, it depends on the spirit."

Silence clouds the two of you as he seems to think this over.

"Well...I guess it's better than staying here I guess, now that the fishermen are all gone."The boy says with a gloomy face.

Even if he was to agree with the terms of coming with you, you still had to bring some happiness into him somehow, otherwise, the process wouldn't work going off of what Ruby had said.

"Don't look so down about it kid. Hey, is there anywhere you ever wanted to go, anything you ever wanted to do?"

"I...I wanted to play a video game that was supposed to be coming out."

You bit your lip hard as you tried your best to stop the laugh that was wanting to come out, you give a deep nod to him in confirmation. "Alright, well then I'll get the game you wanted and we can play it together, and anything else you want to do we will do it, O.K?"

"You promise?"

"I promise."

The kid smiles a little, and you think its a genuine one considering that he lets out his hand.

"Let's do this then, also my name is Owen."

Grabbing the boy's hand, you feel your head start to buzz.
"You're talking as if there are others like me and you out there..."


G- Well obviously retard, do you really think that the two of us would be able to handle all of the distressed spirits that are currently roaming? Yes, our numbers aren't legion, but they make do to keep balance in the spirits our kind help on the daily.

"How hard is it to make contact with another one of my kind?" You ask, a bit tempted to make contact with someone that also shares your powers, but only to relate."

G- Yeah fuck off, that's classified information that's only available to observers, you won't need help from other wardens on your quotas and you get it regardless.

"It wasn't about help." You mutter to yourself.

You how hard will this task be

"Well, how hard will all of this be, helping spirits ascend and all."

G-Fuck don't tell me you're going to pussy out if this is going to seem like too much work. The first few ghosts will probably be challenging for you, but after a while, you'll start getting used to it. It's just like taking care of a dog or cat, they're all different but they usually have the same needs most of the time. Although these needs will actually be more of wants, and these wants can vary in difficulty. Also keep in mind that we can't just skip on a ghost, each of their needs will have to be fulfilled before we can move onto a new ghost.

That doesn't sound very appealing to you.
You didn't move, but instead, help your ground as the ghost continued to eye you.

"What's your name?" You ask, a little more steadily then your wordings from before.

The ghost stood motionless her a second as her pupils moved from side to side, as if thinking heavily on the answer to your question.

"It was Gwen."

"Well, I'm sure it wouldn't be all that bad if you still decide to go by Gwen." You joke a little with a smile.

The humor doesn't seem to be returned though as her face shows no emotion, making you feel a bit awkward for what you just said.

"You're not going to go then...?" Gwen asks in a lower voice than before.

You shake your head. "I usually don't like going to first period anyway, It wouldn't be all that bad if I just killed time here with you for a while.

You knew your mom and dad would seriously have your ass if they found out you were ditching, but you would worry about that at a later time.

"I see.." Gwen replies as she makes direct eye contact with you once again.

"Do you have anything you would like to talk about, anything you'd like to ask me?" You had run out of things to say to her so you decided it would be best to let her do the talking while you came up with more topics in the back of your head for later.

"What grade are you in?" This was probably the first time you could directly hear emotion in her voice, which was no doubt curiosity.

"Oh, I'm a senior, this will be my last year before I graduate."

"I was a Junior...I think I know school was just starting though." Gwen replies with her own memories.

"Oh really, did you know which school you had gone too?" you asked a little too quickly since you were interested if you went to the same school or not.

"I don't know..."She says sorrowfully, breaking eye contact and looking down.

For someone who has been dead for less than a year, this girl seemed to forget things rather quickly. You had met one or two ghosts who seemed rather old, and even they seemed to have more recollection about their past than she did. You didn't want to pry too much though, as the questions seemed to be bothering her somewhat given on how they were making her act.

You decided that it would best to come up with questions on your own.

You did you have family?

"Did you have a family?"

She seemed puzzled at that question, as she didn't immediately respond.

It took you a moment before you realized how stupid that question was, of course, she had a family when she was still alive. Fuck, that was a really stupid question.

"Yeah..." She answers a bit awkwardly, with her eyes moving in different directions again.

Let's try that again.
"Who exactly are you?" You text him, as he never really got around to answering your question.

"You can refer to me as Nick, that's the name I use to go by online so that's the name you can call me. As to who I am, I'm someone who is need of your help, but in return, I can offer you something you want, and maybe also save your life if what I think will happen is true."

Well at least he was forward with his name, but the second part only stirred more questions into your head.

You how did you find you\?

"How did you find me on that forum, that shit was supposed to be anonymous?"

"Trade secret, can't inform you on that sorry. Don't worry though your class probably has its own secrets of its own. All part of the job."

His answer only led you to more questions to pop up into your head with confusion.

You quotas

"What did you mean by quotas?"

"It's the system that makes our world go round, it's the purpose for those of our kind. Question is in which I'm curious, as to why you haven't received one yet and why you haven't had the symptoms of not fulfilling yours, most of us get one once they're around your age at least once."

He stopped with that message as if signaling for you to ask another question.
You're too chicken shit to actually commit suicide so you decide you need to escape from your sorry existence in a more "chemical" way, namely drugs.

Unfortunately you're such a damn loser that you're completely clueless to who's selling the shit in school, or even your suburb. Unless you want to go down to DA HOOD, even you know that where ALL the drugs come from. Of course there are other options like household inhalants.

It's a big wide world out there just waiting for you to find something to get fucked up on!

You find something in the house

You're still not motivated enough to leave your room, but you are motivated enough to go over to your unfinished Dungeons and Dragons diorama and sniff your modeling glue.

You undo the cap, shove the tube up your nose and inhale deeply! Whooo! What a rush!
You immediately start to hallucinate, and forget about all your so called problems. In fact you pretty much forget how to act altogether…

You suddenly think that you're a magical elf who must slay the evil dragon with your mighty sword! To get better prepared for this, you strip off all your clothing and run out of your room holding your uh…"sword".

As you go running around your house like this, you encounter a bellowing ogre!

"Boy, what the fuck do you think yer doin' running around bare ass naked?!" it yells.
"What's going…what the fuck?" its wife says after coming into the room.

The ogre charges at you, but you manage to dodge the attack causing him to smack his head against a table when he trips. The ogre's wife attempts to hold you down, but in the ensuing scuffle you manage to stab her once in the mouth with your sword and then run away, while she's recoiling from your attack. Just in time too, because the ogre is recovering.

"YOU SICK FUCK, I'M KICKING YOUR ASS!" it yells.

You run back to your hideout and barricade the door, which the ogre attempts to knock down. You see no escape until you realize the window! You can use your spell of flight!

You quickly cast your spell and then open the window. Just as the Ogre breaks down the door, you make your escape to freedom!

A few hours later the coroner comes by to scoop your body off the sidewalk. On the plus side, you won't have to go through the progressively worse brain damage you would've undoubtedly suffered by continuing to sniff glue and other such products.

The moral of this story?

Sniffing inhalants might be a nice cheap high, but you can do some seriously crazy shit while under their influences. Don't be a lazy ass. If you want to go get fucked up for cheap just raid your Dad's liquor cabinet or get an older stranger to buy you some beer.

And now you know!