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Jack-Reacher
08-29-2013, 12:29 PM
He had been homeless for about 40 years now. Ever since the young age of 8, when his parents were murdered by a rouge Templar, Gemini had been without a home. He snuck aboard one of the very first ships that were to head to America, and he headed aboard. For most of his life he lived with the Native American tribes that had taken him in. The tribesmen were kind and they knew the ways of life, at least in their culture, and looked after Gemini until the British started taking over.

For 40 years Gemini had started eating in the Columbian rivers. In his wake lay a multitude of oranges, and not one of them resembled who he was. But it was enoguh to get him thinking. Enough to get him to believe that he was once more apart of the multitude, that he belonged to the outside. He began to trace every thought and experience in his wake to find himself.

As he experienced this moment of inner peace, he saw a figure moving towards him. He felt his energy focus on the figure, felt his entire being take hold of it and accept it. It was a person, did he know this person? Was he allowed to be mediating on this road? Suddenly the road became very busy, it was crowded with people on their way to work, Many of them began to take notice of Gemini, this strange man who had been in a sort of daze for years on the same corner of the street.

It was in that moment that Connor stabbed Gemini in the back of the neck, and began to eat at his flesh. He thirst for his blood and wouldn't stop chewing on his bone and sinew. Connor quickly came to his senses, what had he been thinking? This was monstrous, outrageous even for his standards. He had to cool down, he had to leave the area and hope he somehow got away with such a cruel and heartless act.

As the years passed in the Frontier, Connor spent the time hunting bears for the local hunting community, and searching for treasures to give to some crazy old man. Some believed by most, but Connor knew deep down there was truth in the mans words. Sometimes Connor remembered if he teared down the posters of himself back in Boston. But the memory of his monstrous act quickly faded into nothing, he kept it within himself locked away to carry into the passage of time.

roostersrule2
08-29-2013, 12:54 PM
Jam in eye syringes would hurt.

NondairyGold
08-29-2013, 03:01 PM
Ok!!!! Nice story..... I've put in a call to the men in white coats. They'll be very interested in what you have to say. And you'll get all the syringes you want....

Jack-Reacher
08-29-2013, 11:46 PM
Trust me its you who would get the examination, calling up the authorities over an internet post isn't very sane.

Mr_Shade
08-30-2013, 11:47 AM
if you have 'fan fiction' - please post it in the ongoing thread..


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