FASCIST BABY

Subject: FASCIST BABY Sun May 17, 2009 10:05 pm

Rain pattered in a soft rhythm against the asylum window.

With the gray and murky weather outside, the puke yellow walls looked more disgusting today, or so Amy personally thought. She sat on her bed, idly staring at her two roommates while thinking about the budget of the asylum. With the poorly constructed meals, cheap and bitter, and the least amount of nurses available to tend to the patients, there should be enough money for a prettier color of paint for the walls.

She could remember when she first arrived here at the age of ten. The old brick building looked run-down, but to Amy it had a certain class, like its barriers held a million stories worth hearing. But the inside was a different story, all tattered and ugly. Amy could barely look at anything without grimacing.

Since then, things changed, though for the worse or for the better, she couldn’t decide. A new government had taken place with a power-hungry new leader, William E. Silverton. It wasn’t such a bad thing at first, because everyone was being taken care of, even the poor, but the world people knew had begun to change drastically throughout the years. It took a great amount of energy to get used to, but it didn’t seem like most of society was complaining. Who would when everything was turned perfect?

First off, every fast-food restaurant had been closed or destroyed. Health had become the only choice, but at least it became more affordable when all chemicals used on farms had been recalled. It was a sure thing that you were eating something without consequence or guilt. Buildings had been torn down and rebuilt into towering works of art, spires that touched the sky and illuminated so much light at night, the stars were no longer visible. Streets were dug up and remade with a better, stronger material, something that was a pearl white rather than black like asphalt. Every old, rundown, eyesore car was taken and destroyed despite people’s protests. New, energy efficient cars were made and sold on the market. You never saw a car that didn’t look pretty anymore, lying out by a curb. Sidewalks were swept and cleaned daily, cracks repaired the moment they were made. Trees were equal in size everywhere, never proportioned at different heights. Everything was just perfect, or so it looked on the outside. The inside was a completely different story.

For Amy, this was hell. Since she was ten-years-old, she’d been kept in an asylum when the shrink’s said she displayed post-traumatic stress disorder after the death of her parents. She was seen as helpless and unable to be around people, meaning foster homes were out of the question. But that wasn’t the case at all. The car accident had been a godsend, killing her parents in a heartbeat so she’d never have to look at them again. Not once did she cry, but at times she wished she was there when they died just to see their expressions when the semi was coming at them head-on.

The asylum became a sanctuary to her. No more having to deal with her father’s ruthless drunken behavior that made him lash out a million times. No more smelling the heroin on her mother when she tried to use a knife to cut into her one and only daughter, Amy. It was a cruel place to live.

Amy had become apart of something bigger, something that gave her a certain freedom away from the asylum. Her ‘disorder’ became a cover-up story after the government had undergone an investigation with the asylum’s patients and Amy was given a chance to explain her side of things, like what she really thought about her parent’s death. It was the only time someone actually had an interest in wanting to know what she thought.

Inside the government, a special group lived. They were hidden from everyone else, created secretly under the noses of the president himself. They were more powerful than anyone else by far, having connections and followers in just about every country. But what made them so special wasn’t the power they possessed. It was what made them powerful to begin with.

Amy was one of them. It was her sixteenth birthday when she first noticed a change in her physical appearance. Her once dull, painfully ugly eyes became a striking emerald green with specks of hazel in the middle. The auburn hair that sat on top her head was dry and frizzy, curly beyond control, but like her eyes, it changed too. It became soft, silky, and perfectly manageable. Even her skin became a crystal clear complexion, worthy of setting your sights on. Neither of her parents was pretty, and thankfully she had come out as an average beauty. But, through the changes, Amy went from average beauty, to an extraordinary beauty. She looked like a model…and of course, a change like that doesn’t go unnoticed. In fact, it was her changes that lead the investigation into the asylum to begin with. The nurses had reported it, wanting people to come in to test the food and water, even the medication given out. None of it was the problem; it was Amy’s genes that created such a wonderful change.

Through blood testing and research into her past family members, the special, hidden government group (better known as Heimlich) had taken a personal interest in Amy when she revealed an even more extraordinary change.

Three months after she turned sixteen, Amy displayed the ability to move things with her mind. She had become ill and was in her room all day, and that’s when it happened when her eyes couldn’t leave her water glass. Eventually the glass flew into a wall unexpected and alerted the nurse. Amy being as surprised as they were, she explained everything and Heimlich paid her a personal visit.

Amy remembered the start of it all so clearly. She was in her room, asked to remain there by the petrified nurses. Three hours went by before a man entered her room dressed formally in all black, tie and all. She remembered that he looked strange to her, almost too perfect and when he spoke, he sent chills racing down her spine.

“Amy,” the man said, “You’re a very special girl. Do you realize that?”

Amy stared, or rather glared, up at the man from her bed. “Do you mean from what happened with the water glass?”

“Yes. It was you who moved it with your mind, right?”

Scoffing, Amy moved to the edge of the bed with her feet barely touching the ground. “Look, I have no idea what’s going on, so if you’d like to explain, I’m all ears.”

The man gave a sharp smile but complied. “Alright. Amy, you’re carrying a gene that is different than any other out there. Heimlich hasn’t found what this gene is; just that it creates drastic changes in its host.”

“Changes?” Amy inquired.

He nodded his head and continued. “Mostly physical changes, like healthier skin, hair, nails, you’re eyes have no doubt become sharper both in appearance and perfect vision. And the most intriguing of abilities are your strength, surpassing that of a normal human girl, and of course, the ability to move things with your mind.”

“So I’ve basically become a freak, then?” Amy shifted uncomfortably on the bed. She didn’t know that her physical strength would change too. The thought of all of this was disturbing enough.

“No, no. You misunderstand, Amy. You’re special, not a freak.”

“Then what exactly do you want? You’ve already invaded my privacy by taking my blood and looking up my family history. What more do you want?” Amy said.

The man drew in a breath, releasing it slowly as he looked at her closely. “I’m here to offer you a place with Heimlich. As a special force.” When Amy was about to say something, the man added to his comment. “There are others like you there.”

“Others?” This made Amy paused and think. “There are other people who can move things with their mind?”

“A few. The special gifts expand greatly. Everyone with this gene has agreed to become apart of Heimlich for protection and acceptance. It’s the most powerful group known to the world.”

Amy swallowed hard. “What would I have to do?”

The man smiled in victory for gaining another powerful member to the special government group, Heimlich.

Amy was one of many like her in Heimlich. They were known as special agents, able to perform any job and be anything anyone ever desired. Amy had become their most prized agent. No one came close to her abilities.

But, the catch was being their puppet for life. Still, anything was better than the lives she had before this. At least she was good at this. It felt right, like she was born to be a superior force. More importantly, she felt she couldn’t survive outside Heimlich. She needed this place. It was where she believed she belonged.

Each agent had a special watcher, someone that took care of them, made sure they were healthy and obeying their orders on a mission. They were like caretakers.

Amy had been with Heimlich for two years now. It was her eighteenth birthday, but unfortunately, a good part of it had to be spent in the ugly asylum where she was first introduced to the special government group. The catch was that in order to keep Heimlich a secret from the outside world, the agents, like Amy, had to keep living in their old lives. For instance, Amy was supposed to be a patient at the asylum until she grew old and died, but because of her new life with Heimlich, she no longer qualifies as an asylum patient. The inspector comes once a year to check the asylum if everything is up to date, the rules are followed, and the patients that are supposed to be in the asylum are healthy and actually there. Since Amy hadn’t been ‘cured’ she made an appearance to the asylum each time the inspector came, as to keep suspicion away. Not to mention that the inspector checks in with cured patients once every two months. There was no way Amy could handle the inspector while keeping Heimlich a secret. So this was the deal, and reluctantly Amy followed it.

It took a good chunk of the day before the inspector finally showed up. They never gave a specific time as to when they were coming, probably hoping to catch something out of line. But that wasn’t the case today. Every patient was gathered into the lounging room and lined against the wall while a short, stalky woman with thick glasses and gray hair made her way down the line asking the names of the patients then marking something on her clipboard.

When it was time for Amy to say her name to the woman, she hesitated. She wanted desperately to get out of this place, and the only way to do that was to follow her lie that she was a patient. Then it would be over and her watcher/caretaker would take her back to Heimlich headquarters.

The woman waited impatiently for Amy to answer. “What’s your name, dear?”

“Amy. My name is Amy.”

The woman checked off her name and moved on. Amy exhaled in relief.

A few moments later, the rooms were checked for any health hazards. Everyone’s items were checked thoroughly, and Amy became nervous when they came to her bag of clothes. Everything came out perfect. The asylum met the inspector’s standards, which meant that Amy was just minutes away from returning to the Heimlich.

Each of the patients waves goodbye to the woman as she got into her shiny, gleaming car and drove away. Amy’s old nurse came up behind her and tapped her on the shoulder, startling Amy.

“I didn’t mean to surprise you,” the nurse said. “Your caretaker will be arriving in fifteen minutes. Would you like to wait outside for them?”

Amy nodded. Anymore time looking at the puke yellow walls would make her stomach queasy. “It was good to see you again,” she said, giving the nurse an awkward hug before disappearing through the front entrance.

The outside was chilly, causing Amy to shiver and let out an agitated sigh. She hated the cold. Her caretaker spoiled her with several coats and jacket which she used when she was sent on a mission. Amy wished she had one now.

A minute after she had come outside, a white car pulled up and a man came out of the backseat. He was a few years older than Amy and probably the youngest caretaker/watcher in the Heimlich. But he was also special, like her. He was just as powerful and dangerous as Amy, which was probably why they had made him her caretaker. He had been transferred from agent, like Amy, to a caretaker, being the only one qualified for caring for Amy. Though what made things special about Amy and her caretaker, was that he was able to go on missions together, unlike the other caretakers who were forced to remain at Heimlich headquarters.

“Why were you late?” Amy asked, smiling.
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Male – need to be Amy’s caretaker. He’s different from other caretakers, because he was a former agent, like Amy, and is the only one who can qualify as Amy’s caretaker. He sometimes goes on missions with Amy. He can have any power. Amy has telekinesis.
Don’t worry, this RPG isn’t as complicated to understand as it seems. Once we get started it’ll roll smoothly =]