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I jump, going at the robotic creature swiftly. It has no time to dodge. I swiftly slash it with my double edged thief sword, which I found in the compound I escaped from. I land flawlessly. As does the beast, having been destroyed silently. 
 
I evade the enemy sensors until I reach the big building that I found in the blueprints. I need to find out what I am, espionage from the one who spied on my 'creation'. 
 
Can he tell me how I was made? 
 
I creep silently up the building, stopping to see if the window is the one that I need to stop at. I stop at the correct one in time to see one of the spy probes - which spied on my creation - going into the room and reporting to a man, taller than most other of the dreaded Overlanders, and wider too. 
 
"Sir... the Project has escaped." 
 
"Pity. Ultimate life does come with its downsides." 
 
...Ultimate life? 
 
 What happened?" 
 
"Apparently the procedure was up to the energy giving phase. The control was not inserted..." 
 
"Ah, the control was the restrain? It doesn't matter, it will perish soon anyway... wait. You said it has all its energy?" 
 
"Yes, my lord." 
 
"I could have a use for this... Project FAK." 
 
Project FAK? What is that? 
 
"But he still has the first control... no matter. I will conquer the world with him... so says Ivo Robotnik!" 
 
Unable to take all of this, I drop silently from the building. Anger overtakes me, for my creation as an ultimate life-form, and for the curse that has been put on me. I walk, uncaring, through the town, whatever it is called, ravaging, destroying everything in my path. I soon leave the city limits, more confused than when I entered. 
 
Am I real...? 
 
Can I ever be real...? 
 
"Why... HAVE I BEEN CURSED WITH THIS HORRID LIFE!?" I scream, barely noticing has the sound echoes into the nowhere that I am... 
 
...and the nothingless from whence I came. 

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 wake... 
 
I wake...?  
 
Where am I? 
 
The room that I am in is small. It looks to be a wooden treehouse. I am on a floor with a blanket over me. I'm groggy; I can't see much else. 
 
Soon the door opens; through it comes a small female hare of some sort. She is clad in clothing different than that of the scientists... 
 
No... don't think about them... 
 
"S-sis! It's a-awake...!!" She stutters.  
 
...it? I'm an it? 
 
I am in thought when the rest of the family comes in. The taller male one speaks. "Can you hear me?" 
 
I... he's talking to me... Yes.... 
 
"....I can hear you," I say in a low, strong voice. I am almost surprised at the sound of my voice... I have never paid attention to such things before. 
 
"Who... who are you?" He asks. 
 
"I..." I trail off. It is one of the things I myself am wondering. "I... I'm H-Hel," I say, speaking the first thing that comes to my mind. I suddenly feel that it's my turn to ask questions. "Where... am I?" 
 
"Well, you're in our home. We found you outside near that old city," the taller female says. "You were hurt, so we brought you home." 
 
I can remember vague portions of what she is telling me; they are mostly explosions and destruction...  
 
I must have fainted along the way... 
 
"...thank you...cough" I say, coughing. 
 
"You should go back to sleep," the smaller female says. "I'm Kira, by the way, and this is my brother Brine," she points at the male; "and the last one is my sister Lark," this time at the older female; "Good night, Hel..." She says as the 3 hares walk from the room and turn off the light as they leave. 
 
Although I have more questions, they can wait... 

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I wake again...  
 
it has been 7 nights. I have gotten to know them better. They think of me as kind... though I fear the contrary. Robotnik called me "ultimate life". I fear that "ultimate life" could mean that I am "ultimate life" for his purposes...  
 
I know from Brine that their parents were killed by a SWAT-bot raid... SWAT-bots are created for Robotnik's purposes... 
 
Am I any different? 
 
They know of my strength. There was a time when a tree threatened to destroy the abode... I caught it before it could do any harm. 
 
Kira is the most fond of me... although I know not why. Perhaps she admires me. How ironic... she admires the one created to kill her people.  
 
I get up from the floor and stretch heartily. I got dressed and went downstairs. Brine and Lark are already outside working. Kira is inside practicing with her guitar. She loves lyrics and making up her own songs. She's adept at playing the instrument despite her mere 15 years of age.  
 
"Hel! You're awake!" She greets. 
 
"Hello, Kira, you're doing fine, I gather?" I ask. 
 
"Yeah, I was just practicing my song... remember that one I made up a few days ago?" 
 
"Do you have a name for it yet?" 
 
"Well..."  
 
"ARRRGHHH!" A loud scream interrupted our conversation. My newly donned trenchcoat swirled as I spun. I ran outside and looked. 
 
SWAT-bots! 
 
It is cold as I run outside. The snow is glistening on the small treehouse as Kira and I run outside. My paws are almost instantly numb as I step into the snow. The sky is dark, covered with clouds as snow falls onto the ground.  
 
I looked back at Kira... she was cold. Her rather baggy clothing, a long sleeve shirt and baggy pants made from cotton did not seem to be enough. Her fur was wet already from the snow that was coming down. Her face showed the prime emotion that she was feeling... fear. 
 
They were coming. They were just as tall as I was... terrifying 7 foot glistening, wet, menacing creatures that they were. They were made from a very strong black metal... their weapons were more advanced than what I'd gone up against so long ago.  
 
They shot at us. The snow melted as the laser blast got ever nearer. I saw it coming. I grabbed Kira and jumped toward the side instinctively. She screamed in fear as we shot far away from the heat of the explosion... it burned me as I went away. But I did not feel fear. 
 
I only felt the rush. The rush of the first time I had fought. I left Kira there and flew forward, not angry, nor afraid. I only wanted revenge for this curse of a life that I had. 
 
My paw readily swung forward when I saw the first one. I was not aware of if I even destroyed it fully before I went to the next, kicking the machine and catapulting toward the next few. I spun around and kicked out, destroying them all and moving on to the next few. 
 
My face was heated under my fur, but not from anger. From the joy that I had not felt in too long... the joy of destruction. And the joy of revenge. 
 
I suddenly stop. I look around. There are none.  The snow has melted. Steam billows around from the heat of the destruction. Then I notice it. 
 
The treehouse is destroyed. 
 
My face burns even more now. Not from joy. I feel no joy. Everything is in a shade of red.  
 
I am in a rage now. 
 
I see a creature walking away from in front of it. He is as tall as I, clad in casual clothing. My trenchcoat billows out as he draws ever closer, traversing the small craters of robotic flesh and bone.  
 
"Who..." I say, out of breath from anger, not exhaustion. 
 
"I am FAK," he answers. "Ultimate life." 
 
"You... you're LYING!" I finally say; "I am FAK!" 
 
He points to a small marking on his arm. "It says FAK," he explains coldly; "I am Ultimate Life."  
 
I look closer. There is a small portion of fur that seems to be freshly shaved off. The tattoo has the symbok for "fak" in Keragin, language of the Ancients. 
 
I look at the same spot on my arm. I had not noticed it before... it has the symbol for "hel" in Keragin.  
 
"Your arm... you are HEL," FAK says. 
 
"I am not FAK..." I say. "I am..." 
 
"You are..." FAK says, suddenly running up towards me; "DEAD!" 
 
He is fast... faster than I have ever shown myself to be. I am not fast enough to dodge him. His arm hits my face and I am knocked powerfully behind FAK. I hit the cold, snowy ground near to the treehouse... burning with heat and rage... but I see... 
 
Kira...? 
 
She is laying on the ground. I am, for the first time in the day, afraid. I reach out and touch her... she is cold. The coldness of... death and destruction. What I was enjoying those minutes ago... 
 
I get up. I can hardly contain it... I was angry before I saw the treehouse burning and... Kira, but now...  I look over towards where Brine and Lark were. They are on the cold snow... I can't see them... breathing.  
 
everything I ever loved is gone... they're all dead... because of... 
 
FAK. 
 
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" I scream... am I really screaming? I am not cognizant of my actions... I don't care. Everything is red. Rage overcomes me. I swing out with everything... I don't think FAK expected it. I overpower him in every aspect... 
 
Blood, guts, punches, cuts... what does it matter? Victory... I don't care. 
 
I only want everything to die... 
 
I finally see again... There is no red anymore. I am laying on the floor. There is no snow anymore... I am in blood. FAK is not there anymore. I jump up, lucky to even feel my legs again. I look around... Kira is still there. As are Lark and Brine.  
 
What have I done... I killed them... 
 
The treehouse is nothing but a pile of smoldering ashes now... smoke still covers the cold field. ...the ground is still wet and cold and snowy. I walk, my trenchcoat muddy and bloody from laying on the ground.  
 
...because of me... 
 
I stop at Kira... her blood is in the snow. Because of my incompetence. I did not protect her... now she must pay the price for me.  
 
I turn away... And I walk. To where? 
 
Away from here... as long as it's away from here... 
 

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