NOTE:This diary begins in the first chapter of Codename M3W: [link]
-------------------------------------------------------------------------- I finally gave up...
How could I leave that room that terrible night!? How could I leave her alone in that situation...
There where 7 of us in that room.Many surrounding her tube,looking for an explanation... And the only one N°9 was looking all the time,was ME! She didnt care about anyone else.
Instead,I turned around and left her all by herself,to rotten,scared to death...
How selfish of myself!
I couldn't let it end like this... I needed to see her.She needed me.
I decided to go against my scientific oath,and meet her.
For the last time.
So,one night,I broke into the room where N°9 was being kept. I must confess,I was kinda scared of what I would find.
A lifeless corpse? an ammount of undescribable mass? According to my colleagues,she was deteriorating fast.Its been 2 weeks since that incident...
I didn't care.I entered the room,and found her floating inside her tube.
Her situation got worse,as I expected.
She now lost both of her feet,a part of her tail,and even some bones where exposed. Also,her skin continued to come off,now almost all around her body.
Her stare was empty and lost.She was looking nothing and nowhere,just like a doll. I tried to talk to her,but It was useless...she wouldn't react to my words.
I didn't give up.
She used to teleport in and out of the test tube with ease,so there was no need for us to help her get out from the top of the tube. But now,it was different.She wasnt moving at all,just floating in there.
I decided to try to take her out of her tube,carefully,to avoid harming her now fragile body. I pulled her body out of the tube from the top,by opening the lid,and inmediately covered her with a blanket,to avoid hurting her skin further.
At first,9 was shaking strongly,like she was very cold. We found a couch.I sat there and placed 9 on my lap.
Eventually,she stopped shaking.
I checked her life signs.Her heart was barely audible.
There where no other signs of life in her.She was autistic. It looked like she was in a coma,but her eyes were slightly open. She didnt blink once either,even when outside the fluid. Seemed like the damage in her brain was severe.
After a few minutes,I tried to talk to her again.
"9...can you hear me?"
No answer. Perhaps her nerve cells got completely damaged by this anomally?
"9...please,if you can,listen.I...I dont know how to fix your problem.I really want to help you,but there's nothing I can do to stop this."
I gave her a detailed explanation,hoping that she would nod,look at me,or at least to see any kind of reaction!.
"Please...forgive me.For being such a coward.For leaving you behind when you needed me most." I asked her for forgiveness several times.I couldnt stop crying when doing so.
Or were her memories damaged in such a way she couldnt remember me anymore? Perhaps I was just a stranger to her,holding her barely lifeless being because of nothing.
I felt so sad,I started to sing her favourite song.
When 9 was very young,she had trouble to sleep in her test tube,so one day I sat next to her and sang this lullaby song for her,and she loved it. Ever since then,every night she asked me to sing for her.
I soothed the melody.
She grabbed my shirt with her only hand. 9's eyes where now wide open,and she started to shake again.
She leaned her head in my chest.The skin on the left side of her face got damaged when doing so...
She also had a little smile now...
N°9 reacted to my song! She remembered me after all!
"Oh 9...please.Forgive me."
Only now,while writing this diary,I understand what happened...
She couldn't care less about what was going on with her. The explanation I gave to her was useless...
All she wanted to do,with all her heart,was to be next to me. Even after I betrayed her! She was such a pure being...a primitive human feeling like resentment was unknown to her.
All she wanted...was to be hugged,to be loved. To spend her last moments with me.
Somehow,Im glad she never fell into Giovanni's hands.
So I stood there,holding her in my arms,against my chest,caressing her head. I started to talk and remember with her about all the funny and beautiful moments we spent together.The fun we had and how we both learned from each other.
Although she wasn´t moving at all,I knew she could listen to me.
I even started to sing her the multiplication table.She loved it when younger.
Her favourite was the table of 9.How suitable.
But during the little time we spent together in that place,I couldnt help to think:
Who are we,scientists,to decide when to bring new life to this world,when we cant even guarantee them a stable and happy life? We have no right to do this. We are not gods.
We all could have done something for 9...eventually,we could've find a solution to her suffering. But no.The crew decided to reject her,like an object,and leave her to rotten in this dark place,just for "scientific" purposes.
And to leave me alone in pain too...they all let me down as well.
I made my decision.As soon as this was over,I would quit this cruel Project. But for the moment,I would stay there with 9,till her final hour.
It didn't last longer... The door of the room opened.
Whoever was coming through that door,was ready to separate us again. I wasnt.At least not yet.
The diary is not over yet.Final Part will be up today in a couple of hours. The first image is obviously the scene from the previous part of the diary (Allarms sound,they enter to find her like that,etc etc),while the other 2 represent the last moments with 9,depicted in this follow up.
I took the idea of N°9 skin look (like its melting),from the Pkmn Manga,where they show Mewtwo "incomplete" in a test tube.
By the way,the images are not digitally colored,not because im lazy,but because its completely symbolical. Somehow,depicting N°9's story,in the same way that Brian did sketches of her,bears a much stronger meaning.
Due to several issues,I had to add some digital shading to the picture,tough.
By the way,I used the Faber Castell pens to shade most of these images. Just let me finish the last part of the diary,and then we return to the main story,with Nolan,Richards,and the unveiling of 9's test tube after 5 years.
Very tragic yet touching! You capture very well. Brian looks perfectly anime-emo, and poor 9 looks so terrified, and in the final picture... I know exactly what I mean to say, but I don't think the English language has a word for that emotion. It's like... Joy, relief, desperation and longing all at once. Like the kind of feeling of when someone fulfills their heart's one true wish, but they're going to die soon... It's hard to describe, so forgive me if that doesn't sound quite right. The only problem I can see is that Brian kinda looks like he's playing 9 like a guitar in the middle picture. By the way, props to you for reading Pokemon Special/Adventures! It's a very good manga.
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