Post by necronightmare on Aug 19, 2008 15:43:17 GMT -5
A-all right. Im going to try my hand at writing a fanfic... Please, tell me what you think, and if I should or should'nt write more.
The lab was quiet and dark, as it should have been in the early hours of the morning. However, one oddity stuck out. In the center of the floor, a tile was displaced, and in the void that it revealed, a light flickered and shone in the black abyss. Zach bit his lip, ears flat, tail twitching nervously, as he doused the flame on the blowtorch. "D-done..." he muttered to no one in particular, looking at the being sprawled out in front of him. A maiden of metal, a woman composed of naught but gears and shafts. It was just a machine, but, perhaps, not for long. "C'mon... you can do it, Zach. You're Zach the Necromancer, right?" He tried to reassure himself. It did not work. With trembling hands, he flicked on the overhead light, revealing the being in striking detail. Her iron dress gleamed in the dull light. Her eyes were closed. A heart shaped cavity was in the center of her chest, revealing the cogs and gears that would soon give motion to the mechanical doll. Zach shuddered, lifting an old, tattered book from a side table. "Here goes nothing..." he said softly, opening the book and reading through page after page of incantations. He did not know how much time was passing. It could have been seconds... minutes... hours... even days, but he took no notice. The spell could not be interrupted for anything. In time, he finished his incantation, closing the book. His heart was hammering a hole in his chest. Minutes passed before he noticed the slight twitch. The doll's fingers moved slowly, as if testing themselves. Zach let out a sharp gasp as the movement became more radical. Black sparks leaped across the cogs in the maiden's chest, and they began to spin under their own power. The doll's body arced into the air, rivets and plates groaning under the stress. The air was filled with the sound of straining metal. Zach held his breath as the doll fell back to the table, apparently lifeless. Tears rolled from his eyes as he sank to the floor. "No..." he mouthed to himself. "Why? I cant make a hybrid... I can't even make a doll... Im useless..." he whispered, cursing into the dark. On the table, the creature opened it's eyes, and spoke a single word. "Fa-fa-ther..." it said, slowly rising. "Father?" it asked again, more forcefully, grabbing Zach's attention. He shot up, gasping at the sheer beauty... the perfection of the voice... and inside, he glowed with pride. It was his creation, and it had worked. He had finally created a living being. "I-Im right here..." he choked through tears of joy. The creature turned toward him, her face unexpressionate. "I am Charlotte, father." She said in angelic monotone. Zach smiled, relishing his first, and possibly last, success. Charlotte stared at him for a long time, before finally speaking. "Father... why do you weep?" Her voice was devoid of real concern. An actress playing a role. A godess bored with playing with her human pawns. Zach paled. "It... can't be..." he said softly, biting his lip. He had created a being, true, but without the spark of life common to all sentient things. He had simply made a living machine. "What is wrong father? Do I displease you?" she asked in her sweet, bored voice. Zach shook his head. He would say nothing. ~I commit the ultimate sin, and recieve only half of what I tried to acchieve...~ He though, greif welling up inside him. He fell to his knees for the second time that night. "What is wrong father? Can you not stand? Why do you weep?" Zach picked up his blow torch, and turned to the book. "Liar..." he said softly, in a voice as thin as autumn mist. Without another word, he set the book aflame. "Father, did that book displease you? If I displease you, will that happen to me?"
The lab was quiet and dark, as it should have been in the early hours of the morning. However, one oddity stuck out. In the center of the floor, a tile was displaced, and in the void that it revealed, a light flickered and shone in the black abyss. Zach bit his lip, ears flat, tail twitching nervously, as he doused the flame on the blowtorch. "D-done..." he muttered to no one in particular, looking at the being sprawled out in front of him. A maiden of metal, a woman composed of naught but gears and shafts. It was just a machine, but, perhaps, not for long. "C'mon... you can do it, Zach. You're Zach the Necromancer, right?" He tried to reassure himself. It did not work. With trembling hands, he flicked on the overhead light, revealing the being in striking detail. Her iron dress gleamed in the dull light. Her eyes were closed. A heart shaped cavity was in the center of her chest, revealing the cogs and gears that would soon give motion to the mechanical doll. Zach shuddered, lifting an old, tattered book from a side table. "Here goes nothing..." he said softly, opening the book and reading through page after page of incantations. He did not know how much time was passing. It could have been seconds... minutes... hours... even days, but he took no notice. The spell could not be interrupted for anything. In time, he finished his incantation, closing the book. His heart was hammering a hole in his chest. Minutes passed before he noticed the slight twitch. The doll's fingers moved slowly, as if testing themselves. Zach let out a sharp gasp as the movement became more radical. Black sparks leaped across the cogs in the maiden's chest, and they began to spin under their own power. The doll's body arced into the air, rivets and plates groaning under the stress. The air was filled with the sound of straining metal. Zach held his breath as the doll fell back to the table, apparently lifeless. Tears rolled from his eyes as he sank to the floor. "No..." he mouthed to himself. "Why? I cant make a hybrid... I can't even make a doll... Im useless..." he whispered, cursing into the dark. On the table, the creature opened it's eyes, and spoke a single word. "Fa-fa-ther..." it said, slowly rising. "Father?" it asked again, more forcefully, grabbing Zach's attention. He shot up, gasping at the sheer beauty... the perfection of the voice... and inside, he glowed with pride. It was his creation, and it had worked. He had finally created a living being. "I-Im right here..." he choked through tears of joy. The creature turned toward him, her face unexpressionate. "I am Charlotte, father." She said in angelic monotone. Zach smiled, relishing his first, and possibly last, success. Charlotte stared at him for a long time, before finally speaking. "Father... why do you weep?" Her voice was devoid of real concern. An actress playing a role. A godess bored with playing with her human pawns. Zach paled. "It... can't be..." he said softly, biting his lip. He had created a being, true, but without the spark of life common to all sentient things. He had simply made a living machine. "What is wrong father? Do I displease you?" she asked in her sweet, bored voice. Zach shook his head. He would say nothing. ~I commit the ultimate sin, and recieve only half of what I tried to acchieve...~ He though, greif welling up inside him. He fell to his knees for the second time that night. "What is wrong father? Can you not stand? Why do you weep?" Zach picked up his blow torch, and turned to the book. "Liar..." he said softly, in a voice as thin as autumn mist. Without another word, he set the book aflame. "Father, did that book displease you? If I displease you, will that happen to me?"