The A.R.EX. Project:Transformation

by Angelo Facchin

  the A.R.EX.

  proJect

  Angelo Facchin

  iUniverse, Inc.

  Bloomington

  The A. Rex. Project

  Transformation

  Copyright © 2011 by Angelo Facchin

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  ISBN: 978-1-4620-1290-9 (sc)

  ISBN: 978-1-4620-1292-3 (e)

  ISBN: 978-1-4620-1291-6 (dj)

  Library of Congress Control Number: 2011916267

  Printed in the United States of America

  iUniverse rev. date: 9/19/2011

  Contents

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Epilogue

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  The Beginning

  During the summer of 2008, around the time of my 18th birthday, I started working on a book, with the idea of hoping I could one day get something published. All I had were ideas for a story and some 32-page notebooks. I started writing, and found that I enjoyed doing it. The start of the story was hard to find: I ripped and replaced half the notebook before I got it right. Before I knew it, a month later, I had finished the first notebook. By the time I finished the third part, I wanted to go further in the story. There are now six parts to the story and the one idea has turned into something incredibly complex.

  The Inspiration

  I am a die-hard fan of movies, comic books, novels, and video games. I was inspired one day, as I played the video game Spiderman: Friend or Foe. The Lizard, who had almost always been portrayed as a violent and savage being, was suddenly a smart, kind, and heroic individual, much like the Lizard’s alter ego, Dr. Curt Connors. It always bothered me that Dr. Connors and the Lizard were two very different people inhabiting the same body. Unless one was suffering from a form of dementia, that shouldn’t be the case. I started writing with the idea that I would be rewriting the story of the Lizard for me and my brothers, but the story became about someone completely different.

  The story of Arex does involve an anthropomorphic reptile, but one who doesn’t have a split personality, nor is living in a world where superpowers and aliens are commonplace. I also set the story in the past, not the future, like most comic books would be. The story did have to take place in a society very similar to our own, so I set the main story about a year after the first successful cloning. Please note that I purposefully left the formula for the A.R.EX. Soldier to be ambiguous, so that an explanation can be given in a later part.

  This story is set in nine parts. It follows Arex and his acquaintances throughout their discovery of who he is, what he is, and his life in a realistic, real-world setting.

  Thanks

  This simple word is what I would like to say to my mother, who always believed in me. I would also like to thank my Nonna (grandmother) who would always support me in my endeavors. A special thanks goes to my English teachers, and to Nikolai Ronalds, who opened a door for me not to give up on my dreams, because this project was shelved for a year and a half. I would especially like to thank my uncle, Louie, for being my biggest inspiration in my life.

  PART 1

  Transformation

  “When you‘re creating a world, part of what you do is whimsy, part of what you do is for plot movement, part you do just for your own personal interests and psychological eccentricities…”

  - George Lucas

  Chapter 1

  Friday, February 2nd, 1996, 9:30 PM

  Northern Bank, Amazon River, Brazil

  Flowing water and chirping crickets were the only sounds to be heard for miles around. The night air was warm, heavy, and incredibly moist. Even though the air was cooler than it would have been during the day, Emilio Perez would have still preferred to have the sun shining on his face. Yes, he knew the Amazon River well ever since he began his training to become a tour guide, but his job was made so much harder seeing as he didn’t even have a flashlight with him. He knew it was never a good idea to stumble around in the night, escorting a complete stranger to a remote location deep in the rainforest. It probably wasn’t a good idea to be doing something like that during the day, now that he thought about it.

  He still couldn’t believe what had led to this night. He met this person only two days earlier and was immediately stuck in a deal with him whereas he would escort the man to a specific location on the Amazon River’s northern bank for a substantial fee. The description of the destination was very vague, only a few details were given to him. He would guide the stranger to a clearing with four trees set in a diamond pattern around it. One of the trees, the one nearest the shore, would bear the symbol of a fluorescent lime-green epsilon…whatever that was.

  Emilio was thankful to be leading the way on one of those rare nights where the sky was clear over the rainforest. It allowed him to still have a modicum of clear vision from the moonlight. In his mind, he still had a lot of questions concerning the purpose of the escort, why they had to go to that clearing on that specific night, and why go there, in the middle of nowhere. Whatever objective the stranger had to achieve, Emilio wasn’t sure why he was the one chosen and not his instructor, who clearly had much more experience than he did. There was this cold fear creeping over him, which told him something was clearly amiss. It was a sense of restlessness and paranoia that was all too familiar to him from his days as a security guard. Thankfully, his training had also taught him how to stay calm during situations like these. He was taught to resist any urge to talk to the man, to ask any questions that would bother his escort or make him angry. To the casual observer, it would have seemed that Emilio was gradually losing his mind. There was no way of knowing whether or not the stranger was
armed because he wore a heavy, thick, dark trench coat. Emilio’s instincts were screaming for him to be careful and that something terrible was going to happen. This overrode any kind of promise the stranger had made to pay him handsomely for the escort, and killed any hope Emilio might have had to gain some easy money for himself and his family.

  The two arrived at the clearing and Emilio saw for the first time what an epsilon was. The fluorescent symbol glowed eerily in the dark like something out of those UFO sightings. It was shaped like an “E”, but with rounded edges. What seemed strange to Emilio was the fact that no one was there to greet them when they arrived. His escort then took the lead and told him to wait near the riverbed for around 15 minutes before he would take them back out of the rainforest.

  Emilio sat on a boulder, while he waited. There was still nobody to be seen for miles on end, not that Emilio could see that far. There was indication that something was happening when the epsilon started to flash in a slow pattern. It was mesmerizing…for a good two minutes before he got sick of it. He put his hands on his eyes, rubbed them, and then tried his best not to look at the flashing green sign. He slowly started to edge himself toward the clearing, hoping to obtain some sort of answer as to why they were there. He crouched down behind a bush to avoid being seen.

  The stranger was in the middle of the clearing, pacing back and forth, occasionally glancing at his watch. He seemed just as impatient as Emilio for something to happen, or maybe even for someone to appear. Emilio looked at his own watch. It read 9:45 PM, and he guessed that they’d been there for around ten minutes. Emilio was ready to leave that location using the cover of darkness and abandon this foolish, seemingly rich, and suspicious stranger where he paced. There was nothing but wildlife surrounding them for dozens of miles in any direction, which would make tracking a fleeing person close to impossible. Emilio figured that there was no way that anything intelligent would be coming their way anytime soon. He could even forget about the money he was promised, which might never have existed in the first place.

  Just as Emilio was preparing to get up and turn his back on the scene, a bright light suddenly appeared and started glowing where the stranger had been pacing just moments before. The man was now standing on the edge of the clearing, looking at the light, apparently satisfied that his patience had been rewarded. Emilio’s eyes had to adjust to the sudden brightness. When they had, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

  The light had disappeared almost as soon as it had turned on, and a man appeared from what seemed to be out of thin air and had started to walk towards the stranger and started talking to him, or so it seemed. The apparition also wore a trench coat and had a suitcase which he handed over to his escort. In Emilio’s mind there was only one explanation to the appearance of the other man: he had to be an alien from outer space. That harsh light had to be from a spaceship of some sort, and the strange symbol was a beacon for these ships to land.

  It was an invasion, there was no doubt about it. Emilio’s escape was more than ever a priority for him. He couldn’t hear whatever was being said by the two men, nor did he care to know. He felt he had to warn the government, everyone, the entire world, of what he just saw.

  He had just stood up and started to leave when suddenly, the two strangers saw him glowing thanks to the green epsilon, which was still glowing in the dead of night. Emilio saw the man point at him. He tried to run for his life, but was brought down quickly. His escort had just shot him in the back. His body fell to the ground as he struggled to try and catch a breath. As the shooter got closer, he unloaded another three bullets in Emilio’s chest.

  As blood started to pour from his mouth, Emilio saw the other man step next to him and look down on him. With his dying breath, Emilio saw the face of the man from another world…the face of a monster. Emilio’s body wouldn’t be found for months

  Chapter 2

  Saturday, April 4th, 1998, 2:45 PM

  Henry’s Law Firm, New York City

  “We, the jury, find the defendant, Erickson Meyers, GUILTY of murder in the second degree of Brenda McEachern…”

  Those words were still echoing in Janiece Ryder’s mind. When she first heard them, her heart sank to her ankles. She still couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that her client was convicted.

  As far as she was concerned, Erickson Meyers was innocent. What little evidence there was against him, was purely circumstantial. Yes, he hated the victim and yes, he owned a 9 millimeter handgun, which was the kind of gun used in the murder. That didn’t prove anything beyond a reasonable doubt.

  On her way back to her office, she felt herself reliving the trial and trying to put everything together in a new perspective. It was a scenario she saw over and over again. As a defense attorney, her job description included being on the losing side of a case more often than not. In most cases, however, her client wasn’t a provider, and was usually able to speak.

  This case should have gone in Janiece’s favor. The circumstantial evidence didn’t necessarily implicate Meyers, yet somehow it was allowed. The jury also quickly became biased towards her and her client. What made things worse was the judge rejecting Meyers’ written alibi, claiming that not only he had confessed to the crime after his arrest, no one on the prosecution side had ever even heard of that statement.

  It was bad enough losing that case, but losing to Kirk Hall was salt in the wound. Hall was not only one of her colleagues, but had the reputation for being a major-league kiss-ass outside of the office, an empty suit that personified nepotism in the office, and for being one of the most aggressive and ruthless attorneys to ever step foot inside a courtroom. Hall always did anything and everything he could just to give himself an edge over his opponent in the courtroom, and it didn‘t even matter who he was representing or who it was he was convicting. Janiece also found that in private, Hall was a racist snob who didn’t hesitate to push her buttons just to annoy her. He often referred to her as a “glorified stenographer”. Janiece was classified as an African-American female, which was the politically correct way to say “black woman”.

  Janiece was in a daze by the time she got back to the office. She knew that Hall wouldn’t hesitate to stalk her, find her and tell her off, rubbing his ill-gotten victory in her face the first chance he got. She kept hoping that he would grow up and leave her alone.

  No such luck today.

  Hall popped his head through Janiece’s office door. He had a wide grin on his face.

  “Hello Ryder.”

  “Stop calling me that.”

  Janiece usually hated being referred to by her last name. It irritated her to know that people didn’t want to use her first name simply because they deemed it unnaturally complicated. Of course, in Hall’s case it was just another unnerving technique he used against her.

  “You know, I’m surprised that you’re still here. What are you now, 0 for 15 against me alone?”

  “This isn’t a game, KIRK. I care about the people I represent and not many times I win or lose. You, on the other hand, are playing with people’s lives and playing dirty. It doesn’t matter to you how many lives you destroy, just as long as you get the win. It’s sick to know that I have to work in the same building with you.”

  “What can I say? I like winning. I find a way to win, and put myself on the winning side of things. Losing is not in my blood. If you don’t like losing in court, then maybe you should have been a…”

  “Don’t you dare finish that sentence, Hall.”

  Janiece was sensitive about her singing talents and couldn’t stand hearing them being made fun of. She loved to sing, and she was told she was good at it, but she felt she needed a more stable career, and singing wasn‘t her thing. She had always had a passion for justice, and decided she was going to make it as one of the few female African-American lawyers out there. She discovered, to her dismay, that racial discrimination was still very much present in American society. She really had no patience for people like Hall who t
reated her like nothing but a “glorified stenographer”.

  “It’s a free country, Ryder. I can say whatever I want, whenever I want, and there is nothing you can do about it, but get uselessly angry at me. I’ll tell you another thing while I‘m at it: you better shape up and win a case, or Henry’s gonna drop you like a bad habit.”

  “I’m pretty sure I’m not the one who needs shaping up in this office. I should have won this case because it was right for me to win this time. Working here really is a game for you if you honestly think that Meyers is, or ever was, anything but innocent.”

  “Alright. I’ll answer that with a couple of questions: if your client didn’t kill Brenda McEachern, who did? It was obviously a hate crime against Mrs. McEachern. She had laid Meyers off not that long ago. A hate crime. How many times do we have to see these? People just never learn to avoid the temptation of ending someone‘s life. Meyers hated Brenda for what she did to him.”

  “So did most of miss Brenda’s acquaintances. She was a class-A bitch, everybody says so. All those people you brought at the stand said they would have done the same. And another thing: what happened to the copies of the doctor’s report and written alibi?”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.. The judge didn’t either. I had to point that out. You can’t try and pull a fast on me, Ryder.”

  “I’m not the one pulling fast ones here. You get everyone on your side just to play them like chess pieces that you think you can move around at will. Well I’m sick of being played. If you can say whatever you want, then so can I. I think that you’re a sick, arrogant, immature little kiss…”

  By then, half of the office had amassed around the doorway, waiting for the verbal carnage to ensue. The crowd featured Joseph Henry, their boss. He stood there, made sure that they both had his attention. He motioned for Janiece to head for his office and stay there.