[oinker262]

Note: This is the first part (introduction) of the Toreki [TOUR-eh-kai] story. It is based on a game I am trying to get made, with a few other friends. It's in the future, around 2175. The rest is in the intro. Hope you like it! ^_^ (PS: this is my first thread, so wish me luck!)

! 4/15/07 !
<::EDIT::> I am totally remaking the story, from start to finish. That's why I haven't been here in a while. It'll include much more detail, and be much more interesting </::EDIT::>

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Thursday. Thursday, March 14, 2174. Six? Six fifteen. In the morning. Getting up- well, falling out of- bed, rolling over to the computer, and checking the mail, the forums, and the hard drive, unsure if any of their contents were safe, like every other morning ('damn hackers...'). Stumbling down stairs, combing hair, and putting on clothes at the same time, to come to the presence of a warm, welcoming family, but caring only about those warm, welcoming, seven pieces of bacon. Sitting at the table and inhaling them all within seconds, getting up, and leaving with a lackluster "Bye", with the "By, Zack" response that he was waiting for. Yep, typical Thursday. School weeks are a constant bore. A constant bore, indeed.

On the way to school, meeting up with old friends, still in the same drone as he is, met with a slightly more enthusiastic "Hey"; the only thing needed to bring him up to his usual mood. Bells ring, students scatter, class schedules are met. Hey, high school is high school. Not even time can affect it's most basic functions... well, not much, that is. Trying to remember his second-semester classes, Zack makes his way to homeroom. Biology 3, first period: the first time any of the 'special' equipment was used. Everyone had heard rumors of all the tools in the lab: flame throwers, plasma cutters, some believable, others pure bullshit. Finally, being able to see them in all their glory (and possibly maniacal power, for some). He finds himself the last person on class, barely beating the clock.

It was a warm day in California, gentle light beams shining through the near wall-size windows which give a perfect view of most of the inner workings of the school- classrooms, the cafeteria, the lounge, student arcade... Regaining focus, he sits himself quickly at a bench. The instructor isn't there- only a note on a laser-writing screen can be seen: "out for late breakfast, be back in ten". The students saw this as the perfect opportunity to relax, talk, and check out the fabled lab tools. Some were, surprisingly, existent, like the pen-sized plasma cutters. Others were not-so-impressive, others looked as though they had the ability of killing a small dog. Some in there looked like they could. "Someone didn't follow their common sense when making those." commented the person sitting behind Zack, now balancing a pen on top of his upper lip and flicking it with his fingers.

Afraid of making himself look like he shouldn't be operating heavy machinery (or anything in the room, for that matter), he quickly composes himself. It was a girl, looking almost like a long lost relative by her abundance of similarities shared with him. He acknowledges her joke with a laugh, and they engage in conversation. They trade names, interests, and ideas, totally ignoring the fact that the instructor hasn't shown up for the first half of class. Her name was Rei, she was 17, about five-ten. That's when a teacher came in. He acknowledged himself as not being their instructor, and also informed them of the lock-down in progress, all in severe seriousness, with a little touch of intense panic. Confused, he urges them to get behind cover, fast.

It didn't take long for the students to find out why. They heard gunshots. And crashing. And screaming. Horrifying, blood-curdling shrieks of terror from people begging for their lives.


Something was going down.

Something bad.

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