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“Midnight Five” was created by Mark Charke. If you wish to use this
character in a story, I would probably be more then happy, but please contact
the author first.
Von Rictor sat in his chair waiting for the finally moments of a long
project to
conclude. The monitor was off and there was a low humming in the background.
He
closed his eyes, took his glasses off and rested them on the control surface
Then he
leaned back and waited with a calm look on his face. He looked almost at
peace.
There is a moment when you can feel fate acting upon you. You can fight
it and
try to muddle the results. You can go with it and ride it along to your
destiny. You can
embrace your fate and make the very most of it. The only thing you can not do
it deny it.
Von Rictor had embraced the genius that made him. He had never questioned the
morality of his work. He had never let anyone stop him. He had taken hold of
the
possibility of success and fought tooth and nail for it. He had unlocked the
secrets of
creation and built his own army. He had been an unstoppable success, until he
created the
cybers. They had been a failure unlike any other.
In his efforts to replace and hunt down the cybers, Von Rictor suffered
many
failures. The problem was that any replacement creature had to be highly
intelligent and
creative. Unfortunately there seemed to be a balance in the science of
genetics that
appeared to be unbreakable. High intelligence included independence and free
will. The
cybers’ had been creative, smart and fast but rebellious. The Fixed Ideas
were big, dumb
and slow. They would follow his every whim but children could outwit them.
Von Rictor had finally turned to mother nature for his answer. It was
simple. If he
introduced randomly varied the genetic structure each creation would be a
little different
from the rest. Eventually one would decide to be loyal to him, no matter how
dark or
sinister his plans were. That creation would live. The rest would die. His
plan called for
the creation of a thousand new experiments each different and unique. With
accelerated
learning and aging he could create and evaluate this new serries in half the
time it took to
create the cybers. These would have a programmed five year life span. Only
Von Rictor
would be able to allow them to live longer.
The first of a thousand containers hissed as it opened.
A little over five years later...
Midnight Five moved with the grace of Cybersix and the power of Data
Seven.
He demanded the air move aside as his form stretched out and flowed. He
landed hard
enough to damage older buildings. He left a trail of shattered timbers and
falling bricks
until he learned to be more careful. He stopped to look across the rooftops
of Mercadia.
Midnight five was a big man. He wore tight black which accented his
muscled
physique. It was a flat black that did not shimmer or do anything to reveal
his presence.
His hands were gloved and his hair was tied back into a pony tail. He
twitched and
looked to his left. He saw movement and vanished in a blur. It was only a
bird startled
from it’s sleep.
The man in black kept going. Rooftops passed under him. He headed towards
the
giant statue. He didn’t know why he went this way. There were many unanswered
questions about his life. He did not debate them. He ran on instinct when he
did not know
fact.
He landed on the statue in a crouch and then stood up. The wind was
strong this
high above the city. He was heavy enough not to worry about being blown off.
He walked
up the statue’s back until he reached the head. From there he looked across
the bay. The
city was still heavily damaged.
He stepped off the statue. Gravity reveled in it’s dominion over him. He
landed
hard enough to shatter the cobblestones beneath him. Someone screamed and ran.
Midnight Five burst into a sprint. Instinct guided him away from the
populated streets, He
was looking for something. He leapt back to the roofs and continued on until
the city
stopped and the forest began. He ran as fast as he could. He passed cars.
Eventually he reached the crater. It was a huge blasted area of earth
where Von
Rictor’s last laboratory had been. It had stood on the side of a cliff facing
the ocean. Now
it was strewn with rubble and inhabited by a few abominations.
Midnight Five landed on black, hard packed earth. One of the abominations
attacked him, lumbering forward in blind lust for sustenance. Midnight five
flowed out of
the way. He leapt away towards the forest. The solution was immediate and
obvious for
the midnight. The abomination would never see it coming.
Midnight Five opened his hand flat and slashed at a tree. Von Rictor had
never
taught him about trees. Bark and wood splintered and Midnight’s hand erupted
in pain.
He turned and kicked the tree instead and it fell on the abomination which
vanished in a
green glow. The other abominations, less starved of sustenance, moved away.
Midnight Five returned and picked up the vial of sustenance from the
deactivated
abomination. He looked at the vial hard with a confused look, then he tucked
it into his
shirt and moved away. He searched the area carefully. He didn’t know what he
was
looking for but knew he’d recognize it if found. He didn’t find it.
Dawn breached the darkness and the man in black felt worried, exposed. He
took
to the darkness of the forest. He wanted to return to the town and continue
his search but
he recognized the danger of being seen. He climbed up into a tree and slept.
Tough as he
was the tree was difficult to sleep in. He eventually found sleep in foliage
under a bush. It
was not clean, but it was softer then hardwood. His hand stung but he ignored
it.
Adrian waxed poetic, something he was prone to doing and good at. The
class
half listened. Lori sat looking down, in a huff. This bunch was hard enough
to teach at
the best of times. With Lori fuming, they hardly listened at all. Lori
received most of
their attention. Adrian supposed the girl was attractive, if Adrian had been
ten years
younger and actually male. As do most teachers, he continued on, ignoring the
malcontents.
Lucas, just down the hall, was having his own problems. There were frogs
from
one end of his class to the other. They were jumping and hopping and into
everything.
Girls were screaming. Boys were playing with the frogs. Lucas was scrambling
around
trying to collect them. It was a disaster. Someone had left the lid loose on
the bin of frogs
they were going to dissect later and it got tipped over right after lunch.
Adrian heard a loud thud and went to investigate. It came from Lucas’s
class and
when Adrian approached, he saw the mess. He couldn’t open the door because
the frog’s
might escape. He just stood there and laughed. Eventually the rest of
Adrian’s class
snuck down the hall to see what all the noise was about. They too took to
laughing. Lucas
finally noticed, his hands full of frogs, frogs in his shirt and one sitting
on his head. He
paused to frown hopelessly.
The Dean appeared in the hall and Adrian scooted his class back into their
classroom. The Dean walked by the class full of frogs casually looking in. He
stumbled
and did a double take, almost falling over. Lucas had re-captured most of the
frogs and
the students had gotten into the act but it was still chaos. The Dean rolled
his eyes,
laughed, and walked away.
Later, walking home, Adrian skipped going to the restaurant with Lucas by
pretending to not feel well. He went straight home instead. He didn’t feel
bad, he felt
great. He had finally fully recovered from the explosion and wanted to
stretch his, her
legs.
Cybersix started early that night while the sun still streaked the
horizon in
crimson. Tonight was just for fun. She had plenty to worry about. The Fixed
Ideas were
disappearing rapidly and, with them, her supply of sustenance. She didn’t
worry about
that tonight. She had enough sustenance for a while, months. She and Data
Seven had
gone Fixed Idea hunting while they were plentiful. Tonight she just ran.
It was a good clear night with a bright slice of the moon hanging in the
sky. There
was little wind and the bay waters were calm. The moon rippled in the water.
The city
skyline was remarkably different with cranes and scaffolding, all erected to
begin the
long process of rebuilding the city. Cybersix enjoyed the new terrain to
explore.
Jose knew what to look for. She was easy to find and he cursed his luck
at seeing
her.
Jose stood on the roof of a building under reconstruction. He looked
across the
city skyline with a pair of binoculars watching Cybersix. Beside the tiny man
were two
Fixed Ideas. They looked dull and confused, normal. One of them had a rocket
launcher.
Jose watched and waited. It would be a long time before the Fixed Ideas
did
anything unless he instructed them to. He had ordered them to eat on a
regular basis but
with his erratic schedule they would not eat if they missed their scheduled
eating time.
He had to be careful they didn’t starve.
Jose was far too joyful for someone who’s empire had been smashed. The
creature that lumbered behind him, in the shadows, was his cause for joy. It
was an
abomination, easily lured by sustenance. Programmed to obey Von Rictor, it
was easy
enough for his clone to control.
The abomination obeyed. It’s green form shifted and became dull gray,
blending
into twilight. It’s shape changed and flowed like wet clay as it moved.
Rather then leap, it
stretched out and grabbed the next building. It was slow, like Terra had
been, but this one
was much stronger. It has survived the explosion that had killed most of the
other
abominations. Jose had not bothered naming it. He had, however, starved it of
sustenance
enough that Cybersix looked like a good meal.
Cybersix saw the gray abomination long before it reached her. In a way
she was
relieved. She had been waiting for Jose to surface, hoping that he too had
been destroyed.
Obviously he hadn’t. She spotted his diminutive form atop the shoulder’s of a
Fixed Idea
some number of buildings away. She knew how hard the abomination would be to
fight.
Jose would just unleash it on the city if she turned away. She fought.
She ran up and forced it off the roof as it stretched out. The creature
simply
caught the fire escape below and formed up into a solid shape there. It
looked up and
simply stretched itself upwards fast enough to hit Cybersix and knock her off
her feet.
She rolled back up and hit it hard, splattering gray goo across the rooftop.
She seemed to
have hurt it.
Jose watched as if he were at the theaters.
Cybersix hit it several times before it struck back. When it did, it came
from an
unexpected angle and hit her square on. She fell, the wind knocked out of
her. She got up
and kicked it backwards. The lost material began to dry, like blood. The
creature did not
slow however, no matter how many times she hit it. It was like fighting
water. When it
hit back, it hurt.
Minutes later she was developing a bright purple bruise across her cheek
Her ribs
hurt. Her back and shoulders ached from falling down. She could not beat it.
The creature
kept advancing. Certainly it was hurt but it showed no sign of pain or
exhaustion.
Cybersix breathed in gasps. She leapt away to buy a moment to catch her
breath.
Midnight Five was not sure what to think when he saw the fight. Something
clicked. There was recognition here. Both of the combatants were familiar, in
different
ways. One was loosing and slowly retreating, the woman. He had to make a
decision. He
could stand and watch and he figured it would be over fairly soon, one way or
another.
They were both injured. The choice, however, was ruled by that human part of
his soul
that remained through the genetic manipulation. It was a tiny bit of chivalry
remembered
though never instructed.
“Data Seven.” Cybersix gasped, relieved.
The black form smashed into the abomination, splattering it’s form. It
was not
Data Seven. Midnight Five did not stop. He pummeled the creature as it tried
to reform.
Finally he tossed the remaining moving blob off the building.
“Kill him!” Jose instructed the Fixed Idea with the rocket launcher. Jose
ran away
with the other Fixed Idea.
The rockets exploded out of the launcher at the two on the far roof.
Confused, but
aware, Cybersix tried to warn her unexpected savoir.
“Look out.” She said leaping clear.
Midnight Five looked at the missiles. He did not move until they were
right on top
of him. Cybersix gasped. Midnight Five swatted them aside like flies. The
continued on
their way and exploded in the air some distance away. Midnight Five looked at
the Fixed
Ideal. On some level the poor creature understood. Rather then fire the other
two
missiles, it turned and ran.
Midnight Five exploded off the roof into the air. He landed and there was
a green
glow. A fixed idea went off-line. The Midnight looked coldly unemotional with
the dark
gaze of a predator who has made a kill. He fingered the vial of sustenance,
disinterestedly.
Cybersix caught up.
Jose watched from what he thought was a safe distance.
The Fixed Idea had no idea. It had felt fear. It was not programmed to
feel fear. It
was scared of the man in black. It did not want to meet it again.
“Do you have somewhere to stay.” Cybersix asked.
Cybersix paused, remembering when that was true of her. She had indeed
lost
everything, except a photograph. That doesn’t keep you company at night
though. Now
she had friends. She had Data Seven. She had a home.
They moved across the rooftops until they reached her apartment. Midnight
Five
was faster. He could leap farther and had learned to do so without destroying
the roof he
landed on. He slowed to let her keep up. Cybersix figures that Data Seven
could move
like that. They reached her apartment.
Midnight Five nodded and lay down on the floor. He was a sleep quickly.
She
thought to wake him and give him the couch, at the very least, but he decided
not to. She
put a blanket over him and went to bed herself, wondering. She had never
heard of the
Midnights. Certainly Von Rictor would not completely abandon the cyber
project. No
matter what kind of failure he called it, there was an undeniable success to
it. She smiled
as she fell asleep.
Cybersix woke first. Midnight Five slept through breakfast and she
finally woke
him. Perhaps he was stronger but slept longer? She didn’t know.
“You seem a little distracted today Adrian.” Lucas said. “I have some
kind of idea
what that means. What is going on?”
“Construction?” Midnight Five looked confused.
Midnight Five lifted a beam that was impossibly heavy. A dozen workers
turned
and muttered to themselves, surprised.
Cybersix had recommended he choose another name. He understood the logic
in
that. He was beginning to understand how strong he really was. Later he would
feign an
injury and pretend he was much weaker then he really was. He did not like the
deception
but recognized it’s necessity.
During the morning he worked, when it was cool. In the evening Cybersix
taught
him about the world outside of Von Rictor’s lab. At night they prowled the
rooftops. It
was a week later that Midnight Five left Cybersix and Data Seven and went
exploring on
his own. He felt a connection with Cybersix. She was like a sister. Yet he
still sought
something else. At night he went looking for it. He did not find it.
Days passed and Midnight Five became a great asset for Cybersix. He did
not
require sustenance and passed along any he found to her. As Mike Ferol he was
a well
paid construction worker. He enjoyed the job and never went looking for
another. When
the others were not working he used his full strength but the rest of the
time he pretended
himself into normal society. It was a time of discovery.
Many foods were new for him. Television opened his horizons to places he
hadn’t
dreamed of. He read like a starving man drinks water. Cybersix was delighted
with his
progress. He remained frustrated and somewhat distant though. Cybersix was
patient and
did not expect him to change overnight.
Lucas got along well with Mike Ferol. They sat in the coffee shop and
watched
European football on the television. Mike was fascinated.
Mike wasn’t sure he understood but Adrian smiled. Mike paid exactly his
amount
of the bill and got up and left.
It was strange to just walk. All his life he had been taught to press the
limitations
of his body, to move as fast as he could. He did not like it. He felt weak,
vulnerable but
he was learning and exploring these things. He had much to hide. He ate twice
as much
as a man his size. His blood ran with a blue color. He was stronger then
anyone he had
ever met, except perhaps Data Seven. He liked to run with the cat.
He made himself tired at work so he could sleep. Even still he stayed up
reading
to finish a book he was interested in. He had discovered the library and now
did a lot of
his learning on his own. He did not know how a frog could turn into a prince
but the story
fascinated him.
When he fell asleep he dreamed of things he could not have, could not
find. They
would have to wait for another day. For now he had a home and a life and the
rest would
fall into place just like in the story books. Or would it?
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There’s a time when the moon
Reveals it’s face through the clouds,
I let out a sigh
And want to cry out loud,
But deep in my heart
I feel love so alive,
In the depths of my soul
I know we will survive.
I'm the one they would break
In their greed and their pride
But deep in my heart
I feel love so alive
In the depths of my soul
I know we will survive
Cybersix
“Blast her! It seems not even father could stop her, how disappointing”
Jose
grinned.
“Want I should shoot her?” It asked.
“No, you fool, you can’t hit a cyber with something so primitive.”
“Sneak up and destroy her!”
“Ha! I should have brought popcorn!.”
“What are you?” She asked with a mix of fear an awe.
“I am a Midnight.”
“A Midnight?”
“Cyber series two. Faster, Stronger, shorter lived.”
Cyber Six’s jaw dropped.
“How long?” She asked, after a moment to compose herself.
“I was programmed to go off-line two months ago. I do not know why I am
still
alive.”
“Perhaps the sustenance-”
“I do not need sustenance, not of this kind anyway.” He held up the green
vial.
“I do.” Cybersix said.
Midnight Five nodded. “Then it is yours, and the other I have obtained as
well.”
Cybersix nodded. “Who are you?”
“I am Midnight Five.”
“What is that! I must have it!”
“I don’t want it.” The creation finally said.
“Fool. I have never seen anything like it. Father must have created them
after I
came to Mercadia. It moves like a cyber. It fights like Data Seven. It must
be mine!”
“I have nothing.” Midnight Five replied.
“Come with me. I know where you can stay.”
Midnight Five nodded without saying anything more.
“Good morning. I have to leave. Cereal is in the cupboard. Milk is in the
fridge.
There are these literature novels to read. I’ll return later this after noon.”
Midnight Five nodded. He would read everything before she returned.
“Huh? Oh it’s nothing Lucas.” Adrian brushed it off.
“And you always say that too. Come on, what is it?”
Adrian took a breath. “There is another Cyber, but it’s not a cyber. It’s
something-
He’s something new.”
“Okay. We’ll beat this thing no matter what it is.” Lucas stated.
“No, you don’t understand. It, he, saved my life last night.”
“Oh. Well where is he?”
“He’s at my apartment. I’m not quite sure what to do with him. He doesn’t
seem
to know a lot about people, like I did when I first got away.” Adrian said
biting his lip.
“You’re a teacher. Teach him. Now, he’ll need a job. What is he good at?”
The bell rang and Adrain and Lucas returned to class.
“Look, it’s only temporary until we can find you something better to do.”
Cybersix explained. “We’ve got it all lined up and everything. You can start
tomorrow.
The city has plenty of need for workers. They won’t look at you twice.”
“I don’t understand. Why must I work?”
“You need money. Money pays for food and residence, like this one.”
“Barter.” Midnight stated.
“Right.” Cybersix replied.
“Von Rictor provided for me before.”
“You’ll have to provide for yourself now.”
“All right.” Midnight nodded thoughtfully.
“Where do you want this Joe?”
“Over there please Mike.”
“Good coordination.” He said between bites.
“Yeah, watch this.” Lucas hollered. “Goal! Yes!”
Adrian rolled his eyes at the ceiling. Mike noticed. Lucas pretended not
to. Mike
frowned, confused.
“Why doesn’t....he...like it?” Mike asked nodding towards Adrian.
Lucas laughed. “That’s one of the world’s greatest mysteries.”
As the rain falls on the mountains
On my soul just salty tears
I whisper you name
Until we’re together
Our love will conquer fear
Written by Mark Charke, Feb 2000.
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