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Genesis [MultiFormat]
eBook by Carrie Lynn Barker

eBook Category: Science Fiction
eBook Description: Sometimes death leads you to life? Chris Fletcher, government experiment, healer, lover and friend, heads to San Francisco, where she again attempts to hunt down the man who created her, all the while being hunted herself. As she seeks out the person who wants to kill her, she not only meets new friends, but discovers that her story has become something of a legend. While the underground experiment community has lifted her up to hero status, Chris knows the danger in such a thing and puts her focus on finding her maker. But, in the end, what she seeks to destroy may end up changing her life forever. Excerpt: There were two women and one man. I had only known their kind once before in my life. I was? I guess the word is overjoyed at having found them. The man was big, muscular but not too much, and had close cropped black hair. His eyes were golden brown, much darker than Jonas's yellow ones, but still holding the same mystery. His face was a chiseled, utter perfection. Had he been another being I would have recommended modeling to him and his friends. The women were just as beautiful and perfect. The taller one looked much like the man, who I knew to be her brother. She had long, flowing raven black hair that reached to her waist. Her eyes were the same deep gold color. Her features were striking, enough to make any man stop in his tracks. The other woman, the one who thought of herself as their sister but technically was not, had shorter hair, blonde and soft. She was obviously the strong one, more of a leader than even the man was. She was plain, though still lovely, but I knew she was the wild one. Her eyes, when they finally locked on mine and noticed me watching them, were sky blue, bright and powerful. They reminded me a little of Starch's. Her name was Ripley, and she recognized me in an instant. Much to my surprise - or is it dismay? - she practically worshipped me. She spoke of me as often as she could, made it her mission in life to seek out the woman who started the revolution. Well, I found her, and she wasn't going to let me leave her sights until she got a proper introduction. Though I had no idea what she was thinking when the word 'revolution' went through her head. I am about the furthest thing from a revolutionary I can think of.

eBook Publisher: Eternal Press/Damnation Books LLC/Eternal Press, Published: 2012, 2012
Fictionwise Release Date: March 2012




Chapter One

* * * *

Well, nap time is over. Did you miss me? I clearly remember a time when I missed me; I just didn't know it then. I keep promising I'll explain, but only in due time. My life has been a myriad of events. This is just another one of those events. Ones that didn't turn out anywhere near what they started out to be.

* * * *

I awoke to the sound of a scream, short and pitched. I sat bolt upright in bed, slapping my hands over my ears to stifle the sound but only succeeded in making my head pound harder. Although it was over it seemed like it was going to last forever. The sound continued to ring in my head. Then someone grabbed my hands, pulling them away from my ears. As I sat trembling, the echo in my head diminished. Silence followed, deathly and disturbing. Kinda like those tense moments just before Dracula gives his eternal kiss in those old movies. I sat there, staring into a pair of deep amber eyes, tiger's eyes set in a face that was all too human, and yet not.

He broke the silence by saying my name. "Chris?"

It was me. I had been screaming.

I put my hands to my head if only to try and stop it from trying to explode. My heartbeat was amplified, racing.

I took three long breaths to calm myself then I felt like I was able to remove my hands from my temples. "I'm okay," I said quietly.

Jonas, who knew better than I did if I was okay or not, put his arms around me and pulled me to him. I nestled my head against his chest, winding my arms around his broad body. I concentrated on the steady thumping of his heart. Jonas stroked my hair, knowing I got just as much comfort from his touch as from his words, if not more. I was still shaking when I pulled away from him, but I did feel a bit better. A bit less afraid of the sound of my own voice. I brushed my hair back with my fingers and awaited his words.

"What was it?" he asked me.

I shook my head. I suddenly had intense images of a man, crazed and raving, in a cell at the end of a long white hall, and there was a voice and a face that I loved, a man who didn't know me, his own daughter. A man who might never know me again. I knew what I dreamed of, but I wasn't ready to tell. "I don't remember," I lied.

"Okay," Jonas said, knowing full well that I was lying but having the sense not to pry though I did; have the sense to pry, I mean. He knew enough about what had become of Christian to make a pretty educated guess at what had made me scream like that.

A sudden chill went down my spine, freezing me to the bone. I snuggled back beneath the covers, trying to find warmth. He joined me and held me tightly in his arms, his head against my back. I listened until his breathing turned to soft snores. I knew I wouldn't fall asleep again, not tonight. Too many bad images were floating around in my head. After all, it hadn't been all that long since Starch and I had destroyed the complex at S-4, burned the empty hulk of Cannon Air Force Base to the ground and found the letter from my maker on the front door. I had murdered people at S-4, and I could not count how many had died there. You know what they say...that can do shit to you but that certainly wasn't what was 'doing shit' to me.


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