Subject 96 Maxwell, Cole D. (xxx) Chapter 2
An experimental fringe soldier decides to retire, but an accident changes things. Like Who he is.
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Classified: Red Clearance.
Name: Maxwell, Cole D.
Age: 22
Branch: United States Marine Corp Force Reconnaissance.
Displayed premature precognitive abilities, stylized as a Battle reflex. Seems to have some control. As well as a reflexive Telekinetic Barrier that he uses on a reflexive subconscious level.

Candidacy For the Future Experimental Psionic Force: Approved. May 25, 2003

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Classified Record for Subject 96: Maxwell, Cole D. Starting 05.23/03 Ending 04/16/2006

Biological and partial cybernetic enhancements accepted well. Precognitive abilities advanced far beyond expectations. Telekinetic can now be controlled. Still rather use a gun. Damn military Grunt.

Precognitive abilities now used to appear to doge a bullet when in reality he just shifts to the side right as the attacker fires. Has a window of up to 30 minutes of precognition. Any further and unpredictability of nature over powers accuracy.

Telekinetic abilities used to alter course of fired rounds and used objects as weapons. He also uses it for pranks. Our new assistant received a telekinetic wedgie that lifted him to the ceiling. Women are prone to have their clothes come undone around him. The maximum weight he’s demonstrated lifting is over four tons but he reports headaches and pains when he does so. He rather use smaller objects people won’t notice.

He also demonstrates a vast intellect, often demoralizing or performing psychological warfare using his abilities instead of just attacking.
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A lone figure sat in the middle of the training area. The place was littered with pock marked with scorch marks and explosions. Some of the concrete buildings were collapsed or in the process of collapsing.

“Very nice Cole, very nice.” The intercom crumbled out, static distorting the voice.

Looking up from his perch with all the enemy flags, the pile of rubble he sat on perfectly balanced. He grinned, putting his side arm away with his knife. He flicked the butt of his cigarette away. He only had one thing to say.

“Hail to the king, baby!”
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Classified Record: Subject 96. Maxwell, Cole D. Starting 04/17/2006 Ending 08/03/2013

Subject assigned to a two man squad with subject 104: Harris, Stevenson Henry. Stevenson possess Astral projection used for reconnaissance as well as an increased healing factor by ten. A former Army Ranger sniper.

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“Army?” Cole asked, glancing to the other guy in the room.

“Got a problem with that?” The man stood up, stepping close.

A grin touched Cole’s lips before he chuckled out, “Army! Ain’t ready to be a marine yet!”
The other paused, staring before he began to laughed, “You damn bullet sponges!”

“Something tells me, we’re gonna be a good team.”
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04/25/2006 - First deployment had spectacular results. All objectives completed faster then expected and without any problems.

05/27/2006 - Following deployments have had similar results. The two work together spectacularly. Following the first ten missions they were moved from test phase to confirmed and effective weapons.

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“You mean he’s in that direction?” Cole asked, point in the opposite direction Harris was facing.

“No!” Harris put his hand over his face. Cole just couldn’t be serious. It seemed to want to have more of a good time then perform his duty. ‘But he’s scary in combat’ Came the inner voice to remind him.

Cole grinned, pulling forth his Mateba .454 Casull handgun. It was against regulations but it was Cole’s personal favorite. Raised the revolver, still facing the wrong direction, and fired.

The round traveled before shifting and moving from one side to the other. Finally it arced up, going into the sky. In an elaborate loop it came around a full 180, flying in the direction Harris had designated, Cole keeping his eyes on it.

Harris closed his eyes and projected his vision towards the target, standing behind a wall a mile away. Not long after, a sickening crunch as the round hit, going straight down into the man.

Harris broke the observation, not wanting to witness the gore that could produce.

Cole smirked, “See. All under control.”

“Damn show off,” was all he got.
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02/3/2007 - Field deployment equipment top of the line and far exceeding the current military gear. Cole questioned this and wondered why this wasn’t offered to the standard soldier.

07/09/2007 - Cole continues to question our policies and technology. He claims the soldiers should have access to the weapons and gear he uses. Seems he realized we can mass produce it easily.

09/13/2008 - Cole ‘lost’ some gear that was found being used by a group of marines in off record op. Cole claims it fell out of his pack while he wasn’t paying attention.

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Cole waited til Harris was asleep before creeping into the village with the marine detachment there. He rummaged through his pack before idly ‘dropping’ the items with their instructions near where they’ll be found by marines.

Such items included a foam that binds to and seals open wounds and prevents infection. Advanced chemical lights. A sensor to detect hearts beats and a brain’s electrical pulse. Top secret gear that wasn’t suppose to exist yet.
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03/24/2009 - More gear went missing. This is the fifth time gear has disappeared. Cole under suspicion but no proof can be found. Missing gear chalked up to Clerical error.

07/11/2009 - Lost track of Cole. Showed up an hour returning from a ‘bar’ but he wasn’t intoxicated and showed no signs of being around a bar. Case being looked into further.

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He sat in the back of the bar. He watched the strippers, smirking. HE got some looks and grins back from them. He was waiting for someone though, he couldn’t indulge. Turning down the various waitress sent them pouting.

The door opened, shining some light in the darkened room, the red glow smothered before the door closed again. He smiled at his guest, taking his sister’s hug gently.
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11/29/2009 - Cole forcefully detained. Questioned. He went to asleep in the middle of the interrogation. Case as closed as unresolved. The missing gear and numerous disappearances of suspect are linked but he is too valuable of an asset to remove from the field.

12/10/2009 - Cole’s partner Harris, Stevenson agreed to keep an eye on Cole.

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For days they kept him in the interrogation room. Easily weeks had gone by. He sat calmly, smoking on a cigarette. Often he’d just close his eyes, still his mind and slow his heart. They’d think he was asleep and discuss their thought openly in front of him. Little did they know.

By the end of it, Harris was on the other end of the one sided mirror. He watched his partner before nodding to the deal.
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05/15/2010 - No events to report. All quiet on the home front. All missions going accordingly.

10/23/2010 - New armor weave allows civilian clothes to be reinforced and allows normal armor to be far superior. Provides overall better protection. Cole demanded this be given to the standard military. His request was denied.

12/25/2010 - A shipment of new armor was hijacked. Cole was on mission. He is not suspect as being the one to do it but being involved in this event in some way. Stevenson report that Cole had no secondary contact.

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Harris watched Cole. The man was just sitting there. The ever present smoke wobbling between his lips in the wind. He had been motionless all day. Turning away from his partner, Harris wouldn’t notice the eye crack to watch him.
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04/01/2011 - New subjects allow better flexibility of the handling of Cole in future problems. He seems aware of this and comments on the faster processing of the Human Weapons.

09/22/2011 - Derris, Bishop Dilliard caught smuggling gear and weapons out. All other missing gear considered to be his act. Cole cleared of any wrong doing. Derris was subsequently executed.

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Derris numbly followed. His fists clenched. He eyed Cole in passing. Cole wore a frown on his face. Bishop gave him a smile.

A pat on the shoulder and, “adios, cowboy.” Was all said in passing.

Derris had known the risk. He nodded softly. He was lead to an underground room. The door slamming. And a muffled shot was heard before only the guard left the room.
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06/11/2012 - Numerous gear and weapons noted missing in a review over the past few months inventory. Cole brought back under suspicion. Currently away on mission.

07/12/2012 - Cole was interrogated. Denied involvement. Suggests Bishop’s partner. Black, Andrea M. Found with missing gear. Such a logical conclusion was over looked. Black was executed.
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Cole grimaced. This room again.

“Oiy! Did you even think about Derris’s partner?” He demanded. They probably just assumed it was him. They had it out for him now. He knew it.

The officials paused and glanced at each other. They were so intent on their focus on Cole, they neglected everything else.

Black had begun to figure out what Derris and Cole were doing, She was a threat to Cole. So she had to be removed. This eliminated two threats at once.
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12/29/2012 - suspicions of Cole confirmed. Immediate execution required.

12/30/2012 - Cole returned from deployment and escaped capture using his abilities.

12/31/2012 - Lost track of Cole. Search in progress.

02/06/2013 - Cole located. Actions being taken to apprehend Cole but still render him useful. New medical technique needs to be tested. Harris deployed.

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Cole thumped the steering wheel in beat with the music. He long since had stashed all the gear he had stolen in key safe houses through the state of Nevada. He stopped at the red light before he had a flare of precognition.

‘He continued to sit at the light, thumping the steering wheel in time. A loud crash came from his left as he looked over. A large semi had crashed through the railing of the road. It was on a course towards him. He let his foot of the brake and onto the accelerator. But it was too late The large vehicle hit his car, crushing it. He felt twisted metal stab through his body, Then the car went under the semi being crushed with a sickening crunch.

He wave a live, but barely. He felt the metal that had stabbed into his stomach twist up under his ribs, puncturing a lung. His legs were useless as was his left arm. He shifted and felt more metal stabbed into his body tear. He’d be dead soon’

“Oh. ****!” He said, flooring the accelerator right as the crash sounded. But the semi went right behind his vehicle as he was pressed into the seat from the sudden forward movement. His Sight flared again but not in time. Four armored SUVs rammed his small car. Crushing it. He felt his legs crush. His back break. His ribs crack and break. Then he hit his head on the steering wheel. Blackness crept in and finally took him.
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02/07/2013 - Subject 96 Maxwell, Cole Darren captured and apprehended. Extensive damage done to his body. Perfect for the experimental procedure. Subject 96 will be kept in a medical induced coma.

03/10/2013 - Medical Procedure and operation proves successful. Subject 96. Will live but will continue be in an induced Coma.

03/23/2013 - 96 has fully recovered. It seems though that the subject’s abilities had evolves from the experience. The region in brain that control the abilities under went major evolution and change. This is unprecedented. This will be studied further.

03/24/2013 - It seems the sedative normally given to subject 96 has been replaced with Caffeine and a trace of adrenaline. Teams sent to secure the subject. Hopefully The subject won’t awaken.
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Cole float in the blankness of the induced Coma. He long since realized what was going on. The induced coma lacked dreams. Lacked time. Lacked awareness.

But he was aware of something. Something about himself. Something that was very different. He felt his powers grow and change. HE liked it. But that isn’t what’s different. This felt like he was no longer himself.

Then something changed. The blankness crept away before reality flooded in. He stared at the ceiling of a medical room. The bed he laid on felt large.

He studied his surrounding before he felt a surge of energy and sat up straight, nearly falling forward. They somehow had kept his muscles In prime condition. But he felt something. Something hanging from his chest. He looked down and stared.

“Well. That’s uh. Different” Was all he could do before he was flooded with His sight. But it wasn’t the future. He watched the events that had happened while he ha slept.

They had captured him. Brought him here. They tested a new medical procedure on him. It reduced his height. Changed his figure. Changed his body. Changed his gender.

That made him pause ‘Changed his gender?’ A hand went under the medical gown and felt the soft mound of a woman. Then went up to the large full, natural breasts of a woman.

“Holy crap I got a kudder and titties. Holy ****, I’m a woman!”

Then he heard the team coming. Getting up from the bed he stumbled. He’d have to relearn his balance and fast. He. Wait. He? No. She went to the door, checking it and found it unlocked. She slept out,, leaning on the wall as she padded down to a locker room and slipped in.

She glanced around the locker room. Score. It was security. She went from locker to locker, getting clothes together. There were only gym shorts and a sports bra to wear underneath. They would do for now but that would have to change. Then into the security uniform. Which had the Kevlar weave and She felt it hug her body. She slipped on the helmet and mask then picked up the P90 and Five-seveN pistol.

She stepped out slowly. She glanced up and down the hall before moving slowly. She came to a window and glanced down. Looked like the fifth floor. She moved to the stares slowly. She wondered how much info the security had.

“Halt. Where do you think you’re going?”

Crap. She had been too wrapped up in her thoughts. And her powers were hard to grasp at the moment. Must be from the coma. Think. Think Damn it.

“Going to secure the stairs, Sir!” She said, snapping to attention and saluting, “In case the subject slipped past.”

“Hmm. Very well. Take there two with you. They’re recruits.”

“Sir!” The three said in unison before watching him walk off. She let out a sigh before glancing to the two recruits “Come on then” She said, waving them to the door as she opened it.

The two recruits went in and down the stairs. She checked her ammo and considered her options. She could just kill them. The security’s weapons were silenced to prevent alarm.

Or she could knock them out. She grinned as she moved down behind them. The stop at the base of the stairs.

“By the way.” She chimed. She liked her voice. Velvet and silky soft. But it held power and promise.

They stopped and looked to her, then each other and back to her “What?” They said almost in unison. Creepy.

“I know where the subject is.”

“Really? How? Where?” Gotta love recruits. They jumped before looking.

“Right here” She said before lifting them up with the telekinesis.

The expressions on their face was horror as they realized too late she was the subject. She slammed them into the wall with a loud thump. Their helmets made a cracking sound and they fell to the floor in heaps. They’d be ok, but would have a mean headache. She collected their ammo and took the keys to a vehicle from the woman. She walked out the door and drove off the premises.



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Chapter 2
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She shifted in the driver’s seat. She been driving four hours. The sun was setting as she pulled into a parking lot for a gas station. It was deserted and quiet. She looked around the car from some spare clothes. She found a bag in the back seat.

She stepped out of the car and slunk around back to the stalls. She almost went into the man’s before stopping and turning to the woman’s.

‘Gonna take time to get use to that’ Cole thought as she entered. ‘Gonna need a new name too.’


She sifted through the bag and pulled out the various articles of clothing and frowned, “Not what I wanted or expected.”

She lifted up the thong and grimaced a bit before slowly stripping off the stiff uniform and tossing it to the side. She lifted up the thong again, thinking of her plans.

‘Should go find my sister… She can help’

She slipped the thong up her legs and into place. Luck. The woman seemed to be of a similar size. If luck could be called that. She could already feel the strip of fabric working into place. Some luck.

Next the bra. She fumbled a few times before getting it. It was tight and a bit uncomfortable. But she wanted to avoid attention. Some leggings and a skirt. Hmm. She held them. The leggings slipped on and she took a few steps in place to get use to the feel. They were tight but she still felt the air on her skin and shivered.

With the skirt on, she still felt a bit bare. Like nothing was covering her legs. She shifted a bit more before sighing. She needed to finish.

A simple shirt. Buttoned up the front. The sleeves short but designed to look rolled up. She slipped it on and buttoned it up. She had a little trouble over her breasts, a blush tinting her cheeks.

Slip on shoes, red with black and blue splashes. She tested them. They were a little small but they worked for now.

She dumped the guard uniform under the trash. She looked to mirror. And a blush blossomed on her cheeks, down her neck. Long red hair, baby blue eyes. She realized just how large her breasts were. And she was short. She knew every guy will be eyeing her up. And worse, she didn’t know hot to feel about it.

She shook her head. She was strictly for women, even if she was one now. See mused. Maybe the hormones were affecting her mentally

Checking the pockets, she found a bill fold. Credit cards, some cash. No id. Hm. The guard must keep it on her person.

She left the restroom, walking into the convenience store. She got a few bottles of water. Eyeing the smokes, she decided not. The whole time she walked around, she secretly dropped credit cards. She noticed one or two people taking them up and pocketing them.

She finished her purchases, got her gas and left. Time to be on.
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It had taken most of two days. Every time she had stopped, she got looks from guys. She knew the looks all too well. Once or twice, she had gotten a smack on the ass or a pinch. Which lead to the doers tripping over something they didn’t see.

She pulled up to where tents were set up near a building. Getting out of the car, she looked around. She closed her eyes a moment to think. ‘Where would she be?…. The building. She loves her AC.’

She nodded and shook her head. But as she got to the door, it opened and her sister stepped out.

“Uh…” All was Cole could manage. But Her sister, Amy, grinned.

“Hi Cole! Nice body.” Cole’s jaw hung slack. She forgot her sister could read auras and signatures. Of course she’d knew it was Cole.

“Um… Thanks… I think.” She reddened, rubbing the back of her head.

Amy leaned forward and openly felt Cole’s breasts, which got a yelp of “Hey!”

“My. They… feel. No… They are real… How?” Amy said, her eyes not staring but seeing into the past. “My gods Cole… They… You… You’re lucky to be alive. Seems you got a body a stripper would kill for in exchange. Come in, let’s get you a seat.”

Cole was left with her jaw hanging again. She shook her head as she was lead in. A seat in the back where the shadows hid her, or so she hoped. But she saw every male’s eyes follow her movement to her spot. Amy did too.

“Cole can’t work as your name anymore… Oh! I know! Kaylie!” The name caused Cole to whence. Long Buried and painful wounds surfacing briefly before being suppressed.

“I-I guess.” Cole. No. Kaylie said.

Amy said something about a drink and walked away. Kaylie’s eyes wandered but they weren’t on the strippers. She wasn’t aware of it til she found herself staring at the bartender. Who was staring back with a grin. A blush and Kaylie turned to the strippers.

With a grin, Amy returned. “His name is Walter. He can help. I’ve known him for years. He seems to be good at hacking.”

Nodding with a bit of biting of her lower lip, Kaylie took the drink and a sip. “Thanks” She commented. “So… Walter can help? You sure he can be trusted?”

Amy nodded in answer, “Yes. He kept me out of trouble and helped me at various times. He’ll come get you after the shift ends. I have to leave now. Long shift and I’m tired. Meet me tomorrow. We’ll get you some clothes.”

In return to the statement, Amy got a grimace. She just giggled it off, leaning forward. She ruffled Kaylie’s hair gently, “Be a good girl!” This time, she got a blossom of red in answer on Kaylie’s face.
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It had been an hour and half or so before Walter’s shift ended. By this time, Kaylie had left the bar, uncomfortable with how so many men watched her instead of the strippers. She also left before her eyes kept drifting to watch Walter. That made her even more uncomfortable. There was something about him that was familiar.

Shifted in her seat for a time, she finally decided to step outside. Taking a deep inhale of the cool air, she let it out in a deep, slow sigh. She heard the door close, turning around and found herself coming face to face with Walter. Well more face to chest.

“Got a smoke?” She asked, grinning “I’ve not had one in…” She stopped. Her eyed widen. How long had she been in that coma?

“About a month and a half.”

She tilted her head in confusion, “What?”

“Your coma. Ever since I saw how much she cared about her brother, I kept tabs on you. You disappeared a month ago. Then now a month or so later, you show up and she’s happy. So either she has a long lost sister or their experiment surgery was approved.”

“Ok. That’s creepy. I had a stalker before I even became a woman.”

Walter blinked, before laughing aloud. His head back before he shook his head. Then he grinned, pulled Kaylie in. A hand rested on Kaylie’s mid back, his other tracing her cheek bone.

“My, they did a good job.” He commented.

“Fair warning. Let go or you’ll be hurting.”

He toyed the thought before letting her go, “Let’s go back to my place. I’m sure you’re tired and I have my tools there.”

“You know, another woman would think you’re trying to get in my pants. I know you are. You try anything and I won’t be the only one who lost my boy bits.”

She smirked, watching one of his hands to rub at his groin subconsciously. She nodded in delight.

“Alright but we’re taking your car.” He chuckled.
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She sat on the couch, staring at the open folder. There were large stacks on the table of various folders. She glanced to Walter, sitting next to her on his laptop.

“How did you get this?”

“I walked in, asked nicely and they gave me everything. I fucking stole them.” He glanced to her, seeing she was tired and tense.

She felt those hands first and gave a soft murr as Walter’s hand began to loosen tense shoulder muscles. She closed her eyes, sighing happily. But after a moment she opened her eyes and pushed Walter away.

“D-don’t.” She said softly. She shifted uneasily. Something like that never felt that way. That good. She placed a hand where his had been. She glanced at him, feel her cheeks burn. Why was she blushing?

He grinned, leaning to her. “You want it, it feels good, yes?”

She cringed, standing up. Stepping away then across the room into the bedroom. She eventually found herself in the bathroom and stared into the mirror. Thoughts were racing through her mind. Thoughts of what felt good. Of what she wanted.

After a time, when she felt calm and collected, she stepped out and found her self staring at Walter’s chest. Mentally, she cursed being short in the instant before she was pushed into the closed door. She pushed but found firm hands around her wrists.

Reaching out with her telekinesis she wrapped the coils and tendrils around him and shoved. But they evaporated, disintegrating against his body. Her eyes widened. She only ever met one person like this before. Someone with a natural repulsion to psionics. And here’s another pinning her to the wall. Fear. Fear began to feel her.

It took her a moment to realize he just held her there.

“Are you clam now?” He asked softly.

She was confused now. Calm? “You have me pinned against the door.” Came a curt reply.

“You’re sending mixed signals. I’m clearing them.”

He leaned in and she felt teeth on her neck. Her hair stood up. Her cheeks began to burn. And between her legs began to burn. It was foreign. Different. She knew what it meant. This couldn’t happen. She refused!

“N-no!” She breathed out, her voice raspy. Even to her ears, that denial sounded forced, half hearted.

His hands legs go, moved to her shirt. Her body betrayed her. Her arms wrapping around him. What is happening to her? She closed her eyes as teeth sunk into her collar bone, a moan leaving her body.

Soon her shirt was gone. She hadn’t notice him taking his off until she biting his flesh. Deft fingers undid the bra she was still growing accustom to. She was finding it harder and harder to think. It was like a fog was filling her mind.

She was unsure when her lower clothing had come off, but she became aware when something rubbed against her new folds. Then that something slid INTO her. She gasped loudly, her eyes widening. There was a sharp pain. She laid there, staring at him.

“I-is that what I think that is?”

“Yup.”

Oh. “You could of said that nicer.”

Soon the motions began. His body rocking and moving back and forth slowly. Her body met his. If thinking was hard before, it was impossible now. She was losing awareness of what was happening. The pleasure was overwhelming. Then a shudder as an explosion of pleasure.

Was that an orgasm? She barely had time to think before another. Then another. Smaller ones while a large one built up then exploded.
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Slowly awareness came back. She stared at the ceiling before turning to the clock. 2:00 am. IT was around Eleven before…

She lurched up, sitting straight and stared down at her body. She was nude. And most of the ache was coming from between her legs. She looked around. She was alone.

A hand crept to the anatomy she had been in denial over. It was sensitive right now. She gasped before pulling away. There was no denying it now.

“So Cole finally awakes.” Walter’s voice. From the door.

She felt the bed shift as he sat on it. Then shift more as he crawled to her. She stared at him.

There was a silence before he chuckled softly.

“What’s so funny?” She asked sheepishly.

“You were different, so long ago. You were bold. Now you’re hesitant. Guilt ridden. Tell me Cole. How long has it been?” He leaned close to her.
He knew her from before… That could only mean one thing.

In an instant she sprung for her clothes, groping for the weapon she had with but he was on top of her first. She didn’t even know where to look.

So here she is. Pinned down under Walter, his hands on her wrists, his knees on her hips.

“You don’t remember. Or you don’t recognize me. Here’s a tip. Laurence Kilton.”

Her eyes widened slowly, her mind reeled.

“That’s… That’s not possible. He died!”

“Did I?”

Her eyes glazed over. Her mind cart reeling, racing.

'The smell of smoke, the heat of the burning blaze, and the sob of the girl in his arms. That day long ago, the boy died and from the ashes was born a demon'
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Miki Yamuri
This isa kewlies SciFi. Baby loves it n hopes u do more. Likes tha telekinesis aspect lots.

Think there lotsa stuffies that a person wif this ability could do ... lots of it really scary.


Baby feels, that morea the runnin story line n interactions with tha main character should be displayed interspersed between alla tha opening report postins tho. Would give tha story a little more Content ... and more bait for ur hook


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miskie
Hmm. So more so to get to know the character before the change?
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Miki Yamuri


 Hmm. So more so to get to know the character before the change?  




Parta tha mystique of writina story sweetiekens. Gots 200 characters ta hook tha reader. Part of the bait ... isa introduction ofa main Characters.

The development of em asa story goes along .. keepsa reader hooked.


 


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miskie


 Parta tha mystique of writina story sweetiekens. Gots 200 characters ta hook tha reader. Part of the bait ... isa introduction ofa main Characters.

The development of em asa story goes along .. keepsa reader hooked.


   




Yea. ok i'll go abck and add to it =3 Thankies!
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Miki Yamuri
Start tellena story about tha main character ... the addsa pertinent report by tha Military, or Government Organization over watching ... Can even addsa waking dream from when he supposea be inna coma ... makes his powers stronger than tha world's efforts to contain him ... ummm her >>blushes


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miskie
Heheh ok. i was thinking jsut liek add snippits inbetween reports
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Mina Silverwind
I love what you have so far, you have an excellent style, and please keep up the good work.
success is not how many times you win but is instead our ability to learn that we win by never giving up when times are tough.
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miskie
Thankies! I'm updating the first chapter right now. currently i ahve no plans for diapers but if its asked for enough i might find way to do it
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emma wotson
dipees!! dipees!!! me want her"cole" to find a mommy that will love her and and ......bwby her! lowe stwory!
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miskie


 dipees!! dipees!!! me want her"cole" to find a mommy that will love her and and ......bwby her! lowe stwory!  




Sorry it won't go that way
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emma wotson
oh thats too bad maybe just diapers then anyway great story so far
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miskie
Well. I could always make side stories. Or arcs to help complete her agenda.
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emma wotson
whatever you deside i'm sure it will be good.
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funfayre
That's certainly an interesting start to the tale. It'll be interesting to see how the 'new' Cole survives in her new body while the powers that be go all out to capture her. I wonder if there was a wallet or ID in the uniform she borrowed - if not, then she's all alone, with no ID, no money, and just her wits and abilities.

If she has money, then a few changes of clothes and a different hairstyle would be useful. Then as the story develops, maybe we can learn more of the motivations behind the thefts that ultimately led to the "accident".
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miskie
I'm actually rewriting chapter 1, adding in details a bit of info. Also helps you get the know cole before the accident. After a female body means female hormones. ;) i wonder how thatll work.
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Preemie
Good story so far! Cole as a guy is cool. But Cole as a psi-girl is awesome! Tough girls rock! So I'm definitely looking forward to more of her!

The story of the missing gear is also pretty cool. I'll be interested to see how that develops.

I can't wait for more. Good job!
Baby talk rocks!
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miskie
Well She'lll be a tough girl but the hormones are gonna play hell with her emotions and mind.
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miskie
Oiy. So ya'll don't think i went let the story croak. Chapter two is long. So it'll be a bit of time. Sorry for the wait.
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miskie
UPDATED THE CHAPTER! i'm still writing 2. i was working for a while at some place and didn't have time to write! sorry. hope ya'll like the new chapter 1
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