Inertia

Franky was surprised when the girl by the name of Samantha. She had a strange ball in her hand and was playing with it, and what was more surprising is that no one else seemed to think it odd. 'So they really all do have powers..' "Sorry about that. There were only these clothes in the room I slept in. Is there somewhere we could go to buy clothes? I would also like to see the outside world." Franky asked the one called Masun, but soon turned and directed the question to everyone.

Franky turned and looked at the man. It seems that he was the one who knew most about this place and possibly more about Franky's situation. "So, do you possibly have any information about me," Franky then let the sheet drop, and lifted his shirt to expose his belly button,"or about this thing? By the way, I noticed that one of you is missing. How many people are here? I have more questions, but I'll ask them in small increments."

'special services, hm.." Franky determines that perhaps they might have an idea as to what exactly he was. Franky opened up the beverage he was handed and took a sip. Franky had never drank a carbonated drink before, and he didn't like this one. He walked over to the trashcan and dropped it in. He walked over to the refrigerator and took out a container of iced tea. As he poured himself a drink, he began to subtly sneak glances at everyone in the room. They all seemed normal, and couldn't discern why the government would enlist them. However he didn't know why he was here either.. As he stood drinking his iced tea, he got his first real look at the surroundings. It was incredibly simply laid out. One hallway led to a males' quarter, and another a females' quarter. Other than rooms, and the lounge, there was nothing else but the elevator. He turned back to the one called Samantha, "Is there more to this facility? Such as labs, libraries, or maybe even a place with a computer?" Franky hadn't set foot outside for five hundred years, so he spent a considerable amount of time inside. Reading books that he had ordered online, and occasionally searching to see what new scientific endeavors have been achieved. Having spent more than half a day without books was making Franky feel like he was wasting his time.. After sipping from his iced tea while deep in though, Franky realized he had ignored Samantha. He finally took his eyes from the glass and looked back to Samantha.

One of the strangers walked to Franky, and offered him a drink in their outstretched arm. Franky reached out and accepted the gift. "I'm Franky... Sorry if this is a stupid question, but what do you people do here..?" Feeling somewhat tired, Franky longingly looked at the couches by the television.

The serene scene of the sky changes before Franky. The scene changes to a familiar alley. Franky watches as a duplicate of him fights off the snake creature from before. "Yeah! Ha ha, it didn't know who it messed with at the time. I lived for half a millennium, far too early for you to be fighting me." Franky cheers as the Lamia goes down. He runs over to talk to himself, when he starts noticing the cracks on his body. 'Hm, I wonder if my strength came from these cracks...' While Franky began making theories about his body, with these newly discovered clues, the double had taken notice of Franky. And he was not friendly. The double quickly threw out a fist and Franky barely was able to evade. If it had not been for him looking at the body so intensely, he would have definitely been injured at a dangerous level. Without giving Franky any time to recover, it quickly closed the distance, and took a boxing stance. The boxing stance was one that was very reminiscent of a child who lived in Europe over five hundred years ago. Franky's memories may have been lost upon his death, but his body had never forgotten what was ingrained in him. It threw another quick punch straight at Franky's chest, and although Franky raised both his arms to block the punch, Franky was sent flying. 'Is this strength really mine?'. Franky had a lot of things to think about while he was flying through the air. As he started the come down to the ground, the moment he made contact Franky, Franky awoke in the stiff room he had fallen asleep within. In a cold sweat, he looked around quickly to confirm that a second him was not nearby ready to kill him. After confirming such, he noticed his clothes were soaked in sweat. Looking around, he noticed a dresser and opens up all the drawers until he finds some underwear. He lays out his underwear, socks, and a white t-shirt on his bed as he went to take a shower to cleanse himself. As Franky stood with the cold water battering down, he only had one realization: the power he had was not his. There was a monster inside of him, and he should never let it free. Finishing a cold shower, to wake him up, he put on the underwear, t-shirt, and socks. He grabbed the bed sheet and wrapped it around himself as he left his room. He cautiously opened his door. Seeing no one in the men's hallway, he tiptoed out and headed to the lounge where he was earlier. If he remembered correctly, there should be a research facility on the main floor, and if he could there he could study his body more. He turned into the lounge in the basement without knowing where anyone, he saw last night, was.

As he took his first step outside, for the first time in the past five hundred years, the moon illuminated his figure. Beaten and battered, he ran through the streets. The mansion that had been on the hill behind him, which had been standing there since the pioneering of the west, was finally crumbling. Franky was bleeding and had a limp, but he still ran. He ran, for his life depended on it. However there were two figures leaving the burning wreckage. The second shadow leisurely followed Franky. Several days later... "Anything you can spare." said a homeless man along the side of the streets of Hollywood. The homeless man was none other than Franky, the multi-billionaire. Franky didn't need any money, but was rather doing this to blend in. His accounts would be too dangerous to access right now. He didn't want his location to be found. Franky swore under his breath when someone would insult him. But he put up with it, because if he didn't, he could very well be killed. What angered him the most about his situation, was that he did not know who had tried to kill him! He had collected a lot of cans today, and had felt especially proud of his ability to adapt to any situation. As he was jingling a pouch full of quarters, he noticed two people going into an alley. He could tell that the lady was about to be attacked, and he followed for a good show. Franky isn't a pervert, and he wasn't getting off to other people's misfortune. He was intrigued because after spending so much time learning about everything, he had neglected the human race. He spent a lot of time recently getting to know people's behaviors. After a few minutes of the two fondling, he was growing bored and was about to leave, when suddenly a third person walked into the alley. The third person seemed to know the man, and now the ratio was two guys and one girl. Things looked bad for her, and Franky decided to stay. The situation took a grisly turn. Blood and guts everywhere. The entire alleyway was devoid of life now, however one person remain in the area where it looked like a beast had attacked: the woman. Franky went over the events that just took place, so that he could better understand what happened. The first male had started to get aggressive when his friend had showed up, and the lady had started to feel uncomfortable. She started to try leaving, only to be pinned against the wall by the second man. Now, maybe other people would have stepped in, Franky didn't move an inch. Franky had learned so much, but he had never learned how to fight. The males turned to each other, and started to laugh. When the men took their eyes off the woman, something incredible happened. Her head turned into a snake, and she started to grow. The men turned their attention back, only to find the beautiful woman, was now replaced with a snake that towered above them at a startling nine feet tall. The next few seconds went by quickly, as she grabbed the bigger, second, man and smashed his head into the wall. Franky determined it was because he was the bigger and posed more of a threat than the thinner man. Simultaneously, as the man was killed in an instant, the Lamia didn't stop there and lowered its head. It looked like a person taking a bite out of a hot stick of butter, it seemed the creature had no problem biting the head off. It immediately spit the head onto the floor. It seemed it had no interest in eating the people, but rather was a creature that just wanted to bathe in carnage. It crushed the bodies, and smashed the bodies into the floor and walls of the alley. After it was all through, Franky decided it was time for him to move along before it decided to kill him as well. As he slowly backed away from the dumpster he was hiding behind, he saw a sight even more frightening than what he had just seen: a small cat had poked its head out of the dumpster, and was staring right at him. He knew what was next, and it seemed like time slowed down. He could practically see the wheels turning in the cats head, and the muscles of its jaw and throat start to move. As the cat meowed, Franky saw his life flash before his eyes. He had lived a really long life, so it took more than a flash. He stood still long enough for the snake to walk over to him, and when he came to he was right in front of the creature. He was close enough to spray spittle on it with just a whisper. The creature looked down at him, with the same eyes a cat would look at a mouse with no legs. 'I regret that I didn't read more books.' Franky thought to himself as the monster's tail smashed into his right side. One. Two. Three. Three ribs were broken along with his entire right forearm. He hit the wall with such force, that he broke another two ribs on his left side. Dust blew out from the wall and all vision was obscured. Once the dust settled, Franky was standing in the midst of the smoke. It seemed like nothing had happened to him, and he stood with a strength he should not possess after that hit. His skin had cracks all over, and the cracks emanated a purple light. Franky had passed out from the hit and was not in control of himself. What stood before the monster was Franky's survival instinct. His fists started to move forward without any fear of the Lamia. He threw punches that he had never learned, but were skills he had gained from his life before death. His fist connected with the snake's gut as he rushed out of the smoke. The force from the single punch sent the snake going a full five feet back, even with the snake guarding. The snake was completely taken off guard, but was still fast enough to react when it saw the first fly from the smoke. As the snake looked down at its severely bruised arms, another came from the ground and hit it in the face. A beautiful uppercut. Followed by another punch to the gut. The snake was completely overwhelm by an assault of fists, with strength that no human could possibly have. Sirens were soon heard and the only person in the alley was Franky. The Lamia was crushed into a mess of meat and bones. After obtaining victory, Franky slumped against a wall, followed with collapsing. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Franky awoke in a room with a lot of medical equipment. A hospital room? 'Ah, the monster.' As he looked around, he realized he was cuffed to the bed. A stranger walked into the room, and looked me all over. After looking at me briefly, they suddenly started talking. "What are you?" asked the stranger, who had a brisk demeanor. "Don't you mean 'who'? I am Franky Laphi. I don't have any identification on my person right now, but I hope you can just ignore tha-" "I clearly said 'what'." At this, Franky realized she knew he was not a normal human being. Franky didn't know what he was, but he knew he wasn't normal. Normal people don't live for hundreds of years while maintaining the same appearance. "I don't know what I am, but I have lived for five hundred years. I haven't been able to discern anything odd other than my infinite longevity. Now, who are you." The stranger did not answer, he instead, took out a phone and started texting away. How incredibly rude! He had started a conversation and suddenly ignored me. After a few minutes. his phone beeped and he read a short message. After which he walked over to me slowly. I tried moving back as far as I could, but I couldn't go any further because of the handcuffs! He reached towards my immobile hand and... un-cuffed me. Confused I asked him, "Why are you doing this..." He stared blanky at me, and told me with a straight face, "You're being transferred." "Transferred where? And why? Who were you talking to earlier on the phone? Hey! Answer my questions! Fine! I won't come along unless you tell me something." At the last comment, he stopped midway reaching for the doorknob. He turned and said calmly, "Then the people chasing you will kill you." Franky immediately got up and followed the man. He went down in an elevator and walked out into the street. He was still in a hospital gown, and stark naked under, but no one said anything... There was a black car with tinted windows. As he got into the backseat, he was careful to put his gown between himself and the seat. After a few hours of driving through a desert, they finally stopped at a small store. The man who escorted him, got out of the car, was gone for ten minutes, and came back with some clothes. Throwing them back, without even looking at him, he turned on the car and continued driving. Franky had changed and was now wearing sweats and an oversized sweatshirt. It was night time by the time the car stopped outside of a facility. He walked in, and was brought to a secretary sitting behind a desk with a computer. Without looking up, she suddenly spoke, "Look forward." He looked up and forward, when suddenly he was flashed with a bright light. After he regained his sense of sight, he was handed a little card with his picture on it. It also had a small bar imprinted onto it. He was about to ask what this was, when he was suddenly pushed from behind by the rude man. "Get in the elevator, and go to B2." 'What is with all these people and talking without any build up! They're so cryptic.' He walked into the elevator and went down for a while before finally reaching his destination. As the doors opened he saw before him, a lounge with people scattered here and there. Feeling incredibly lost, he timidly walked forward and looked around. He saw a hanging sign that indicated males' living quarters. Franky quickly moved down the hallway and looked at the rooms. He quickly found a room with his name, it was apart from the other rooms he had checked that had name plates. He removed the name plate, and used his card to get into the room. He hurriedly went into the room and closed the door. He hadn't slept in the past five hundred years, but the stress from his recent events finally caught up with him and exhausted his strength. While the others chatted in the lounge, he finally drifted into sleep for the first time.

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