Day One:

I really have been going through so much but he helps me through it. I'm just sick of the pain. I'm tired of getting hurt. Being someones friend shouldnt...no DOESN'T have to hurt like that. I put up with it for so long. Why should I be used to it? I should be used to taking it? I should be used to subjecting myself to emotional abuse? When everyone else around me has backbone and doesn't take it? That's not right, nor is that normal. To put up with someone because it's how "they are?" No. I won't be apart of it. As much as we had great times but they made their choice when they came here. Of course they don't see it. They won't because they're used to always being right. They excuse themselves. They see everyone else as a liar when deep down...they're a liar just like the accused.


And breath-by-breath I'll rise to keep your flood away from me


I've put up with so much in my lifetime. I put up with the damage for almost 3 years. Trying to micro manage every aspect of MY life isn't and WASN'T a grand idea. I understand the intent behind it, I really do. But just because you can't stand something doesn't mean the people around you have to dislike it with you. I swore to myself that I would tolerate it, I swore to you that I'd stick around. But I don't know how much of this I can take. Your attitude. You've become...you've become the kind of person I don't like. You drink and smoke away the depression. Or try to. I remember how you would tell me that you'd NEVER EVER do that, not even if you're bored. You used to put yourself above that crowd. You didn't like parties, you didn't do any of that stuff. You were simple. You were alive. God forbid a man treated you like crap, you'd snap back and fight back. Then leave. You had the nerve to leave someone back then. I don't understand why you take it now. You just accept it and make excuses for this person. You know...DEEP DOWN that you can do way better. That you can find someone that will take care of you. Someone with ambition, someone that puts you first. Someone that has the desire to NOT get mad at you the way he does. You know you can get someone like that.

All I want is to make you believe


Things have really changed haven't they? Maybe I have changed too. You're not used to this version of me. This is the old me. I am going to do what I want. Listen to music that I choose. Maybe not angry music but I will not follow such trivial requests anymore. If you can't accept this then you weren't really my friend in the first place. What kind of friend places the friendship on the line for something so stupid as "GAIN WEIGHT"? Thanks to me gaining weight, I got sicker. Don't believe me? I went to the doctor. In such a short amount of time I gained all that weight. Making me gain 10 fucking pounds a week?!?!?! Only to find out it was a fucking test!? Fucking shit. Now it's HARD FOR ME TO LOSE ANY FUCKING WEIGHT.

It should be none of your concern but the pain has been lifted away
Fatally eternally

That was fucking lame.

That hurt so much.

Now I got all these health problems and you don't even care.
How sad.
I'm sick, my heart is pretty bad shape.
what am I going to explain to my family? My dearly beloved...
No...I can't tell anyone what you've done.
Because you were right in your eyes.
You were "helping a good cause"
You just fucked it up for me.
As much as I fucked it up for myself.

You're just a trend, a lamb in sheep's clothing
Time to strike the nerve and erase

I love you.
But I hate how you are.
I hate that you've become this....pre-programmed human being.
You're just like everyone else now.
You drink,
You smoke.
You find more fun in a "CIG" then hanging out with me.
God.
Then you wonder.
You tell your significant other anything you please without wondering about the consequences or who you're hurting.
As long as you're fine and doing okay.
As long as you and him stay on GREAT TERMS.
You could care less what else happens to everyone else.

So much for that "transition" huh?

I fucking knew it.

And that I was right about.

...one look into his eyes...and you're not there anymore.


I've lost you haven't I?

There is no giving into you
It took a lifetime to forget your name
I swallowed everything you said
Exhale the poison the dwells within your soul

updating just because i haven't in a long while.

hows life?
awesome.
good to hear things are going well for everyone =D


im taking off. laters.

So now I'm in Corpus Christi, TX. I never thought I'd end up in Corpus.



....and now here comes the fault

 I'm not thinking much of anything. I'm done with thinking at this point. There isn't a point to me thinking and saying isn't there? Everything I do, down to EVERYTHING I say is considered something with an underlying meaning. 

Eh. Maybe I'm asking for too much or something. 


What do people want from me? I feel like I'm being stretched so damn thin. I do the things they want me to do and it still doesn't satisfy them. 

"Well today didn't go according to plan..." Angel said to herself in an angry tone. It was true, today has been one odd day. It seems as though there were more of those BPs around. Her head was hurting alot, probably due to the stress and fright of what was going on. As she ran, she took a quick glance to see no one was behind her anymore. She had probably lost them a few blocks ago. She sighed inwardly, weapon drawn, laser pointing in all directions. Her heart was still beating from the adrenaline rush. She ran some more, she ran faster, the weight of the rife creatinga a new wave of pain. Still she contiuned, she had to get home and see if anyone else survived.

"I hope everyone is okay..." she muttered. The distractions all around were becoming more and more obvious. The smell of copper and dying all over the air. The closer she got to the city area of Ridgeton, the stronger the smell became. Earlier she heard gunshots in the distance but nothing too serious. Angel cursed herself for not being in town sooner. Out of the rush of excitement, she made a trip to another state, Idaho to visit her doctor....She had been gone for at least 3 days. She thought that in those 3 days something bad must've happened.

Angel ran and saw her house, already gagging at the sight in front of the door.

"Oh...fu..ck.." she said coughing and gaging once again. It was something out of a nightmare, probably worse then a nightmare. It was pure evil at its finest.

There, in front of her house were the bodies of her father and two dead BPs...both of them friends of hers. Old friends but she had known them since elementry school. Why were they BPs? Were they even BPs? As Angel approached the smell became stronger...more pungent. She covered her mouth with her hand, the other was on the trigger. With one swift movement, she used her foot to move the two bodies...and noticed something odd...

"Hey...they don't have barcodes...that's strange...they do have the classic look in their face. The look of rage and anger. The look of a real killer." She said quietly. If these people weren't BPs but were still showing signs..where does leave the city? Then somethign WAS going on. Angel knelt down and rummaged the two dead bodies for anything important or helpful to this situation. She felt sadder for her friend James, that guy wanted to be a reporter, he believed her when she thought there was a conpiracy going on. As Angel fumbled through his pockets, she felt something heavy and what felt like paper.

"Hey,,," she said as she pulled out the items "It's his flashdrive and a note" Curiousity got the best of her and Angel headed inside, hoping the computer was still intact. Her fathers body lay there, motionless but it didn't matter to Angel. He was a terrible man. Angel picked up the rifle, aiming in all directions, items placed in her pocket.

"Anyone here? Anyone alive?" she said loudly hoping someone would hear her, someone normal and sane.

"Hey! I'm here to help, it's me Angel" she said once again loudly.

No one answered....

Angel noticed the coast was clear and saw the computer was still on, which was a good thing. There wasn't much time to sit down and rest, she had to find out the contents of the disk and then be on her way to look for her friend Melissa. Probably was dead...

"Let's see..." she said as she opened up the flashdrive, and saw only one file..."PROJECT S.I.N? Hello, what do we have here?" she said as she double clicked the icon. Angel quickly turned around...swearing she heard something.

"Who's there?" she exclaimed as her heart was pounding, cocking the trigger....going towards the direction of the sound...."Come out...please...I don't wanna hurt anyone" she said worringly.

The sound increased...louder and louder. Angel could hear her heartbeat, she could FEEL it. Her blood pumping fresh blood and adrenaline. It was another BP, it had to be. Just then...

"DON"T SHOOT! IT'S ME MELISSA!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she said in a quick tone, looking at her friends face, it was full of sweat and some dirt stains. She fell down from the stairs, not a long fall but a painful one.

"...Melissa? What are you doing here? It's not safe in the city anymore" Angel said.

"I know but...I think everyone is dead and I came looking for you.." Melissa said.

"Follow me, we gotta get out of here. Something about a PROJECT S.I.N...not sure what it is but I don't wanna stick around and find out either. Got it?" she replied.

Melissa complied and followed Angel outside the door. She began wondering how in the hell she got into this mess. Having just woken up, she knew somethign was wrong when she noticed blood all over her house. Angel spoke up over her thoughts, saying something and giving something to her. It looked heavy and Melissa recognized it instantly.

"...What's this for?" she asked.

"You're going to need it, I got two extra clips but...that's it, make it last please..." Angel said in a commanding tone. They continued walking and Angel remembered the letter she found on James' body. As Angel reached her pocket, she noticed her hands were trembling. Odd.

"Hmm...let's take a look at this.." she said as Melissa looked at her trembling hands, then looking at Angel, hoping Angel would give an answer. "Hey listen to this..." Angel said:

Tried uncovering PROJECT S.I.N.
Major coverup, major sell out.
Claims to be an super soldier under that codename.
Try code number 733524 for the most important time of your life.
4506 Watercrest Avenue

"Hey we're not that far from that address..." Melissa said.

Together they went toward that address, maybe there was something more to this...

"....time to party.." and as Angel began saying that, she saw the BP twitch and aimed the rifle at it. It didn't get up anymore, probably a death twitch.

She sighed heavily, hoping the situation wasn't so bad. In the distance of the trees and streets, she began haering yelling and running. It couldn't be that there was more then what she saw that day in the woods. That was near impossible. Angel looked around, gun in a holster. Poor cop, but he wasn't going to need his stuff. She may as well take advantage and take what she needs all while not weighing her down.

"god...what's going on here? I hope things didn't get too bad" she thought to herself...

As soon as just said she began walking in the direction of her house, hoping to find her dad there. If he was still alive. It was worth checking. It was dark out already, but she had a flashlight.

In an attempt to turn on the flashlight, Angel cursed.

"Shit! Low Battery!" she groaned.

Perhaps she mad some in her house, who knows. But the running was becoming more erratic. More frantic. She turned around slowly and saw several pairs of white glowing eyes.

"FUCK!" she said as she picked up the rifle, the laser making it's aim. But she couldn't see anything, not even with the shitty flashlight.

"Fuck that, I'm getting out of here" she said before making a run for it the opposite direction...


In another place...

"Doctor...what happened to the PROJECT S.I.N? We've given you enough funding for this research..." a man  in a labcoat said.

"Let it go...It is my project...I do what I please. Success takes time. It takes...patience and care. Right now I'm more concerned with the fact that it has leaked into the city." another older gentle man said.


PAGING DOCTOR STANTON! the intercom blurted.

"I have to take this...will you excuse me me a second" Stanton said.

"Of course sir, how rude of me." the young man said.

Stanton sighed and picked up the phone from it's charger. Hoping it was an important call.

"Yes this is Stanton speaking, what can I assist you with?" he said.

"Where's my end of the deal? You told me to release the gas, and now you're playing damage control Stanton? Buddy you owe me half a millon dollars." the unknown caller said.

"Of course of course. Why don't you come over here and let me make it up to you with a drink yes?" Stanton replied.

"No I won't. I need to get out of this city, it's being run by all those Barcodes. There's too many of them running around, killing everything in sight." the caller said.

"PROJECT S.I.N is still out there, we need to get a sample of it's blood. To distingish the main one, behind the neck, is a black barcode. The other ones have red barcodes remember that." Stanton said.

"So...?" the callers voice said.

"PROJECT S.I.N is a very lethal weapon, it's important you don't provoke it or piss it off, understood?" Stanton said.

"Yes sir..." the caller said before hanging up.

The doctor leaned in and read the reports of S.I.N. It was the ultimate soldier, the perfect weapon against anything. He wondered how did it escape. Change of identity? But he's come close to find out the truth.

He laughed...
Knowing that all of this will soon come together.

"God I hate this fucking city!" Angel said as she checked her wrist watch. It was exactly 8:49 and she was nowhere near home. The cops were going to get her...AGAIN. She didn't really care but it was a pain in the ass to be put in cuffs and ride in the damn police car. They'd take her to her parents and time and time again they'd tell them to keep her inside, to not let her go out but she always found a way to get out of the house. She hated being stuck in one place at one time. Angel enjoyed going out even if it was by herself. Sometimes she would just catch a movie or call her close friend Melissa to hang out if it was possible. But....

"Something odd is going on. I don't see any cop cars driving around the city making sure everyone is okay..." she said to her own mind. Much to her surprise, everything was quiet and still. The air was cold and brisk. The temperature must've been at least....40 degrees. Angel didn't concern herself since she felt fine in her clothes. All black to hide from the damn cops in the dark, at least she though it worked. Sometimes it did. As she walked quickly in her houses direction she stopped in her tracks, a sudden halt. She froze. There. At least....20 meters away...a cop car. She cursed at herself for being so arrogant and taking for granted that the cops were on a donut break. She turned around...almost certain....that they had seen her. Expecting them to turn around, turn on the lights and call her name out through the damn intercom or radio. They knew her name already. How sad. She stopped walking once again. Something was going on.Something odd. She turned around...a very cautious turn. Her eyes went into surprise, the cop car was still there, the doors open. As she squinted her eyes to make a clear view of the car, she noticed or rather heard the engine was still on. Now THAT was weird. Why was the cop car on? Maybe there was an accident? She didn't want to stay...but if she was in an accident...she'd want someone to help out.

Angel sighed and reluctantly started walking towards the direction of the cop car. Millions of thoughs swirling through her head. What if this was a set up? What if there was that stupid B.P she saw the other day.

No one believed her. Especially the stupid Mayor. He kept telling her to shut up and not worry the rest of the population. What was it he said exactly?

"...Shut up Angel! That's the kind of talk that'll have the FBI review us." she heard his voice in her head in a flashback. Something was up. A conspiracy. She hated those. Especially when she was right about it. And this one...she WAS right. She could prove it. As she got closer to the cop car...her head began hurting immensely. Probably the stress and fear of what might happen next.

"Shit! My fucking head! Ugh! Why does it hurt now?!" she said to no one. She approached the car and noticed a strong smell of copper. That's when her red alarms went off. All of them. Blood. It had to be blood. It couldn't have been anything else. She ran to the cop car, and halted. Letting the sight absorb her eyes. She couldn't believe it....no it wasn't real. Inside that cop car.....

"MOM!!!" NO!" she yelled in anger.

Her mother barely breathing, bleeding from a wound on her stomach. Intestines spilling from her sides, it looked fresh, like it had just happened an hour or so ago.

"...what...? what is going on? we're going to get help!" Angel said. Her mother just looked at her and gave her an envelope that simply said "Read When The Time Is Right..." and she stopped breathing.

Angel gritted her teeth. Breathing hard. Her mother was dead. Where was the cop? Where was the-

"What was...that?!" she said, staying still.

An animalistic sound...one she's heard before. It couldn't be. She slowly turned around...her head still pounding, blood rushing to her veins and heart. The sounds got louder and much more aggressive.

"Oh no...the cop is a B.P...? No fucking shit..." she said casually.

The cop got closer, stealthy steps..looking straight at her. Blood around his mouth and hands. He must've killed her mother. He had scratches on his face, probably from defense. She backed away slowly...so slowly. Not knowing what to do. The weapons were inside the cop car, the BP was blocking it.

"Hey..stay away...I'm warning you..." she said...

"...you...are...alive..." it said. They talk? she thought to herself.

Angel backed away again this time the BP rushing to attack her. She yelled but...with her head hurting and all her rage, she pushed her hand up, and grabbed it by the neck, picking up the BP. Poor thing was yelling, trying to get her to let go. She wasn't letting go. Before slamming it down she put its face closer to her.

"Fuck off asshole..." she said before slamming him to the ground, crushing his skull like a watermelon under a hammer. The sound was pleasing to her. Her headache went away. Killing this monster made her feel so much better. But now something fucked up was going on and she didn't want to wait around to see if more came out.

She went to the cop car and saw all the weapons. However she could only take a few. Like a kid in a candy store...she saw so many goodies. She decieded to take a bulletproof vest, the shitty handgun, two clips, and the assault rife, 3 clips. What's the point of being unarmed?

She smiled and cocked the handgun before hearing foosteps.

"Time to party..." she said before running, handgun to her left, see if anyone was alive...

 It was an unusual day for the city of Ridgeton. The weather wasn't very typical for the time of you but no one seemed to care at that point. Streets and alleys were dead, not a soul was around. A few cars here and there passing through the interstate that divided the city and surrounding areas. Ridgeton had a curfew of 9pm due to the serial killer lingering around. The city was under a watchful eye. Police officers were around the clock making sure everything was safe. The last time this "killer" attacked was last week. A very gruesome death of a young college student beaten and tortured to death. In the past 3 months, there had been at least 40 murders. People were scared of even going outside to eat. There was only one person who believed something else was going on. Something more...internal....

Which brings us to the beginning of something grand and the introduction of our suspect, Angel Madison. She is 19 years old, very odd looking girl. Not many friends nor did she seem to care to have any friends. She attended Little Tech High School and graduated about a year ago. Many times she had violated curfew and had been stopped by the police. She is said to be delusional for she claims to have seen several group of people. She calls them "Barcode People" or..B.Ps as we call them for short.

They are described as fast, wild, aggressive and have a barcode behind their head, on the neck. She says they are human but a different kind of human. Faster and stronger, much more meaner. They had no conscience at all. It scared her but...she seemed to know alot.

Thus it brings us to her story, the story that blew the media into a frenzy....

 My first car was a 1993 Ford Escort. It was kinda lame at first BUT it went really fast when I first got it. My dad fixed it up and it ran really good. However...it lost some power and stuff. It started getting slow...and gay lol. Overheating on me and shit. Then my piece of shit dad sold it....now I gotta buy ANOTHER car.

No change. I can't change. I can't change.

*thinks*

I had to do laundry....ugh. Someone else is using it. I wish they'd finish and stuff. Laters for now.

-April-