Chillen Whisperwind - The Beginning of an Experiment

[Chillen]

A madman's Project #163: Recovering day 1

The night elf seems to be doing well. We finished installing the robotics into her body. The gears are made of the finest metals and should not decay, but incase we will test her in three months time. Her body seems to've withstood the process, even her brain seems to accepted what we've installed.

They've said I was mad for requesting such a project to be done, but now I laugh. My months of work has payed off and now she is done. A perfect example of what technology can do, when working together. I scoff in everyone else's face who said it wouldn't work. Tomorrow I will activate my Night Elf, and see what face she will take. Should I even be referring to her as a female? Since she is an inhuman robot, now? Well, the casing of all the metal that makes her a robot is female and flesh. Soft female flesh.

Attractive. My mind is lost to her. Do I regret what I've done? No. I've made her cold, emotionless. Tomorrow. Tomorrow we'll tell to see if she's a success or not. Tomorrow we'll find out if I am totally mad or not. No skin off my nose if she doesn't work. I just find another test subject if it results in her death. I care not for her life. I care not for life, at all. Its just for testing things, like this.

We'll see if I'm mad. I doubt I'm mad. Do you think I'm mad? I'm hardly mad. They say I'm mad, but I'm not mad. Mad. I'm not mad. I'm not mad. I'm not mad at all.

((OOC Note: Internet has been down, otherwise this would've been posted earlier. I am excited to finally get to level and role-play! *smiles*))

[Rhowen-Prea]

We'll see if I'm mad. I doubt I'm mad. Do you think I'm mad? I'm hardly mad. They say I'm mad, but I'm not mad. Mad. I'm not mad. I'm not mad. I'm not mad at all.


(( <3 ))

[Chillen]

A madman's Project #163: Recovering day 2

Her eyes opened. As normal, they glowed. For about a minute. She sat up quick, abnormally fast. I figured I would hear the whirring of gears inside of her body, but it was silence. I did my tests, she has everything that a normal night elf female has, besides the fact that her eyes are cold... Cold... Ice cold.

Her eyes remind me of... NO. I must forget. I must forget. I must forget. I must forget. Restart and move on. Forget you bastard! Do NOT Think of her. She's dead to you. Dead and dead and dead and dead. You've gone mad, old fool. Mad. Insane. You have LOST IT. You've lost it, old man. Fool. Madman. I've gone mad. Mad.. Completely and utterly mad. This project IS my declaration of madness.

Chillen Whisperwind, I do not regret having done this to child. I've gone mad. I'm laughing, now. I'm mad! MAD MAD MAD MAD MAD MAD MAD MAD <a few more lines of the tattered and torn page are crossed and blotted out.>

I am not mad. Humans have moments of temporary madness. Temporary, yes.

Chillen was apropriately named. Her skin is still warm, people won't beable to tell the difference... until she talks. There is no emotion behind her voice. I need to fix that. But for now, I shall wrap my cloak around me, find my way into Kharanos for a drink. Celebration that she didn't die in the transformation between Night Elf to... something else.

~~~~

A soft whirring sound began in her ears.. or was it in her skull?

::Where...what...?::

Her eyes opened, a flash of light and she sat up, fast. The gears inside her stopped whirring, the sound was gone. Chillen turned her head, looking about the laboratory. She lifted her hand and looked at it, her fingers moved smoothely as they should, she felt some what uncomfortable with her hand. No, she felt uncomfortable with herself.

A movement, and her eyes and head turned in that direction. A piercing gaze into a unclean unshaven human. Dark hair, dark eyes. Pale skin, dark circles under his eyes. An ugly smell emited from him, and she narrowed her eyes. They zoomed on his face. She blinked, then. An emotion. Panic? This was so strange.

::What is this::

She looked around once more, taking in everything. The human talked, but she didn't acknowledge him. Slowly, she slid her legs off of the table, her bare feet touching the ground. It was cold. She walked smoothely as a night elf normally would. A thought pierced her mind and she froze in her steps.

::Destroy::

She faded into shadows and found her way behind the scientist, her arm wrapping itself around his neck in a harming matter.

"STOP," he shouted, her arm stopping in its way to tighten and kill.

"Release me, Chillen."

She tilted her head, her arm dropping away from the scientist. She took a few steps back and stared as he turned, his eyes widening at her naked body.

"Your pulse has changed. Why." She spoke, her voice smoothe like any other night elf, but emotionless. Cold.

His eyes flickered at the thought of her voice being cold. A memory surface for him, but he swallowed it down.

"Should I be frank? You're naked. I'm male. You're female." He snickered as he spoke.

"I am a weapon. You made me, did you not." She shifted, her body now in such a way that she could attack him, if she pleased.

"Yes, I made you. I made you what you are now."

A thought hit Chillen, and her body shook at it.

::Destroy him! He did this to us! I can't believe it! He said he loved us... He did this to us!::

::DESTROY!::

"Destroy."

::KILL!::

"Kill."

[Chillen]

A madman’s Project #163: Termination

<The paper is covered with dots of blood and ink, tattered and torn like the rest of the journal>

I have released a monster. Soon, I shall die to pay for whatever I decided to release upon this world. I’ve become mad. Mad. Hardly mad. I AM MAD. No, I am not mad. I have just decided on a different way to do things. Yes. A different way. I’m not mad.

Chillen destroyed my laboratory, and now it lies in ruin in this ice bunker. Its so cold. So cold. Like her eyes. Her eyes. I’m not mad.

Her voice still echoes about here. Those two words. Destroy. Kill. Destroy. Destroy. Abolish, remove… to end. Kill. I’m nod mad. I swear I’m not mad. I’ll kill the wench if I have to. This weapon must die. Why did I make this. Why. I’m not mad. I’m not mad. I AM NOT MAD THERE IS NO WAY I AM MAD I AM NOT MAD I HAVE NOT GONE CRAZY.

They’ve said I’ve become crazy. But I’m not. She won’t return. Just like… just like her. The light forgive me, I’m not mad. Not mad. Not mad. Not mad at all. Just… different. I’ve become repetitive. Maybe I have… I am not mad. No. No no no no no no no no. I am NOT MAD.

My hands twitch. I’m frightened she’ll return and kill me. Frightened. I’m laughing now. This project is complete. I’ve released it upon this doomed land. It shall not fail and fall. Maybe. I don’t know. I’m mad. I know It to be mad. I have to be mad to have created this abomination. I’m mad.

I’ve gone mad. I’m crazy. I’ve lost it. I’ve nothing left to live for. I am mad.

<The rest of the page is blood soaked and illegible except for one line written in very different hand writing>

This man is dead.

~~~~~

Chillen stood over the dead body. He smelled aweful.

::Good. You killed.::

“I killed.”

::Your first. How does it feel?::

“Feel.”

Chillen looked around, finding a dresser. She opened the drawers, digging through rather roughly. She found some clothes and analyzed them, they were for females.

::You’re female.::

Nodding, she pulled on the black clothes. She wrapped black bandages around her hands and up her forearm. She dug around more and found an elastic band.

::You do have hair… Would be nice to keep it out of your face, wouldn’t it?::

Chillen twitched slightly, lifting the band and pulling her hair back into a ponytail. She moved gracefully, no one could tell she was mostly metal and that her heart, though it still beat, was silent. She spotted boots, her eyes zoomed and analyzed them. Black. Her color, now. Chillen walked over to them, slipping her feet into them and lacing up the boots with their black laces.

::Before you leave. There is something we need to discuss.::

“Dis-cuss.”

::There are two parts of you.::

“Two.”

::The metal, robotic inside… And the Night Elven exterior. I am the inner thought, the real Chillen Whisperwind. He wasn’t able to destroy this part of us.::

“Destroy?”

::No. Calm. Relax. We are one. We can do what ever we need to. But understand…::

“Understand.”

::Understand that, although we technically have two faces, we cannot go around killing people.::

“Kill.”

::Exactly. We cannot go around destroying everything in sight. We may seem like a weapon, but there is more to us than just ending things.::

“End.”

::Correct. You need to learn to be more like a Night Elf, and less like a robot. You can say more than one word at a time… and you can form sentences, and your voice can have inflexions to indicate what you are saying. Excitement, happiness, sadness, uncertainty. Please try this, Chillen.::

“Trying this?”

::Excellent, try a longer sentence.::

“What am I? Weapon? Night Elf? This… sense… none.”

::Excellent. With practice you’ll do well.::

Chillen nodded to herself, walking around the small bunker, finding a place to sit. She sat, then, and looked down. Beginning to speak. She spoke softly, and then uncertainly. She yelled, and then laughed. She learned to speak, again. She spoke with fear and sadness, then with happiness. For a few hours, she worked her voice. Then, she was hoarse. She panicked, looking around as she tried to vocalize her panic, her fear.

::Relax, Chillen. You’re fine. You just over worked our vocal cords. In time you’ll be able to withstand it.::

“With time I’ll be able to be real?”

::You already are.::

"I'm real..."

::You are.::

Tears formed at the corners of Chillen's eyes. She reached up and brushed them away, examining the salty water on her finger tips.

"What is this...?"

::A tear. You're crying. Don't worry, Chillen... We'll be real enough soon. You'll be as real as you can be. We will be.::

Chillen smiled, a cold cruel smile.

"Soon."

[turen]

(( Hrmm I bet Turen could melt her heart :wink: great story))

[Chillen]

((Hehe. Maybe. But we're talking a robotic-like chica that's built for killing. *winks* You never know, though. *sighs* ISP needs to decide that it's going to be nice and fix it's problem. *frowny-face*))

[Chillen]

Chillen sat in a cave, curled up in her tattered clothes. How long had it been since she had killed her way out of that madman’s laboratory? Not long enough, she mused to herself. She had become more like a night elf, more real than machine. It was to the point where she couldn’t tell what part of her was robotic and which was real, unless the voice called. Her voice in her head always spoke softly with reason.

::Chillen.::

“What,” she softly stutters to herself.

::We need to move on.::

“Move on where? There is no where to go. I’m a wanted woman! Do you know how many people I’ve killed?”

::Not enough.::

“Too many!” Chillen slammed her fist into the wall of the cave, a loud crushing sound as the rock falls from the hole made by her fist.

::We are a weapon. That is what you were made for. Not compassion.::

“Then why can I feel?”

::I don’t know.::

“Neither of us seem to know.” Chillen stood slowly, pulling the bear fur blanket closer around her body. It was a cold night in Dun Morogh. She slowly walked to the mouth of the cave and pushed her hair from her face as she looks down into the village below her.

“What’s the meaning of life?”

::Death.::

“Then what’s the point of living?”

::Answer that yourself.::

“To die.”

::Correct.::

“My purpose is...?”

::To kill. To destroy. To bring death.::

Chillen tilted her head to the side, gazing at the dwarves below. “These people aren’t like me. I am a Night Elf. Where do I come from?”

::Originally Nordrassil, but now... Teldrassil.::

“I must go there. To learn. To be come strong. To kill.” Chillen’s eyes narrowed darkly as a smile crept over her face. “To fulfill my purpose as a weapon. To kill all in my path.”

::Excellent.::

“A question, though.”

::That is?::

“You made me less robotic. More real. Why? I was more emotionless. I could have carried out my task easier.”

::There are pills that you can take to dull that pain. The Madman had many. How else do you think he gave you what he did?::

Chillen tilted her head and nodded, walking back to the ruins of the Laboratory. She faded into the shadows as she went in to retrieve the medicine that would make it easier for her to kill; that would make it easier for her to be a weapon.

[Rhenny]

((Great story. Don't stop writing. Talk to you in game.))

[Tillna]

((Robo-Elf. A new breed of sexy styled killing. But cyborgs in WoW? You need more flesh abominations. But damn good writing. Looking foreward to more))

[Chillen]

((Thank you all for all your comments! Here's the last part of the beginning. Look for Evolution! *cheers*))

She crept through the doorway, seeing people in the Laboratory. Rather, what was left of the laboratory. She muttered a curse, and the people looked towards her. They were humans and she knew they could see her. Chillen clenched her jaw and waited for them to move.

::Maybe they don’t see you.::

A human took a step closer and Chillen slid back on her toes.

::Nevermind. They do.::

Releasing a sharp cry, Chillen broke her stealth and thrust her hand through the human’s chest. Her hand made a hole through his body, breaking his bones and causing a torrent of blood to come through with her hand when it exited through his back. The man stood like a gaping fish as Chillen ripped her arm back through his chest. He stood for a moment, the gaping hole in his chest before he fell to the ground.

The other human stared in shock and awe for a moment then Chillen was on him. He was fast on his feet and dodged a few of her attacks. The machine of Chillen analyzed his pattern and quickly duped him. Her knee met his groin and he doubled over. She took his head in her hands and pulled him by his hair over to one of the standing rock walls. She hesiatated for a moment.

::KILL!::

“Kill!”

Chillen slammed his face into the rock wall several times until it was a half collapsed cranial mass. She dropped the human to the floor and stood panting. Her arms were covered in thick red blood with little splatter on her face. Her eyes were cold and angry, almost frighteningly so. She stood very still, the only movement from her chest rising and falling with breath.

::Don’t forget why we came here.::

“Medicine. Pills that will make me desensitized to this.”

::Yes.::

“Where is it?”

::I don’t know.::

Chillen shook the blood from her arms in two snappy motions before pushing her dark blue hair from her face with a smear of blood. Walking over to his desk, she began to rip open drawers and toss them aside after looking over their contents. When the desk was empty of drawers, she walked over to the file cabinet and did the same. The room was a wreck with the two bloody bodies, papers and drawers everywhere.

“I can’t find it. How did you even know such a thing existed?”

::We saw it.::

“Well where was it when-”

There was a sound that made Chillen freeze. People were coming. More people for her to kill. Something clicked inside of her and a sadistic emotion took over. Chillen slipped into the shadows and crept into a corner before two more humans walked in.

“By the light,” said one in awe.

“The cyborg must have returned,” said the other as he analyzed the destruction.

“How could someone do this?”

“She’s a robot created by some madman’s technology. I don’t even know how she works. Must be some sort of magic.”

“Eh... I guess. Should we clean up?”

“No, lets wait for the watch to get here.”

Chillen spoke softly, her voice very cold. “That’s not happening.”

The humans spun around, looking for her.

“Show yourself,” shouted the second.

Chillen smirked, chuckling softly before she broke into a full laughter, “I don’t feel like it!”

The humans looked around more, creeping closer together.

“You both are afraid,” her voice was even colder now, more mechanical. “You both know I’m not one for letting anyone survive. I don’t think I could at this point.”

“Wh-what are you?”

“A weapon, to be short.” Chillen smiled to herself, silently walking over to the desk and sitting on it. “Should I explain further? I might as well. You both know you’re doomed. The Madman created me to prove that he was not totally crazy. Funny, hum? I killed him. I didn’t think anything of it, either. Do you want to know how he died? Of course you do. You people, at first, figured out that it was his experiment. But how did he die? Such an artistic death couldn’t have just been a machine, could it?”

Chillen was talking with her hands as she spoke, still hidden, “No. There are two parts to me. The machine killer, and the sensitive outside that you all see. The body that makes your pulse go quick, makes your loins stir and feel warm. I find my body useful in one way: to kill. The skin, although soft, is mediocre in protecting what it can. That’s why the madman made me superior.”

She grinned cruelly before she stood, “I think I will kill you both now.”

“N-no,” said one, falling to his knees in terror. “I don’t want to die!”

“Me either,” said the other, trembling.

“Pity,” she says softly. “Pity I have no mercy to let you live. I suppose I shall kill you quickly and not let you suffer.”

Before they could speak, Chillen slammed her fist through the one that was standing’s head and used his body as leverage to kick the kneeling one down. Withdrawing her hand from the head of the now dead man, she bent down and smashed her fist into the face of the man lying on the floor. She stood after pulling him off of her arm, blood dripping from her hands once more and she spotted something.

She shook her hands then wiped the blood onto her pants and walked over to the box that caught her eye. She deftly forced it open and looked inside. She saw her mission’s objective: the pills.

::That’s them! Brilliance! You found them.::

Chillen closed the box then lifted it, walking out of the laboratory. Her eyes widened as she saw what awaited her outside. It was what looked like a mini army, a militia.

::Oh...::

“Shit,” said Chillen, completing her own sentence before several bullets racked through her body. They exited leaving little trails of blood in their wake.

She slowly fell to the ground, dropping the box. She lay in the snow, tiny trails of blood exiting her body and dying the snow.

<Error. Error. Shut Down in Five.>

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[Tillna]

((o.0 WoW cyborgs done well...this means I can res some of my old characters...heh..but damn good story. Would love to see Kei fight her...if she wasn't full of bullets...;>>))