Project Genesis

Little House on the Ashes

Hello Sparks!
I wanted to thank all of you for getting this story to 1.67k views!

The above video is from afmty95 on YouTube.
The music is for later in the story and I've left a notice for when it should be played.
Fun fact about me is I listen to music to sometimes get inspiration. After hearing this I got an idea for the later part in the story.

You don't have to listen to it while reading the specific part but I thought it added to the effect.

~Now back to the story~

"Don't scream." I said, seeing the fear in their eyes. The two boys panicked and ran to the door. One gripped the handle and started pulling it back furiously. In their wild panic they didn't notice the push sign above the handle. "Cut it out you two!" I said pushing Vince aside and grabbing the two's shoulders. The door was banging against the frame every time they pulled. Both boys squealed and crumpled to the floor at my touch. "D-Don't hunt us!" One whimpered. "Please!!" The other cried. I groaned and pulled off the helmet, hoping they would calm down at seeing a face.

I was wrong

"Holy ©®@p look at it's eyes!" The first one shrieked. "Hey! I don't make fun of your eyes." I said leaning close to their faces.
"Say goodnight, freak!"
I heard Vince's snobbish voice before something hit the back of my head.
Then everything went black.

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"Say goodnight, freak!" Vince cried before smacking the PVC pipe into the back of the thing's head. It staggered before collapsing onto the floor. Vince glared at his cowering minions. "You idiots, its just some girl in a costume." Vince said. "B-But the eyes!" Steve said. "Ever heard of contacts." Vince groaned. The two seemed to calm down. "A girl in a costume." Steve breathed. "With contacts." Johnson said. The two glanced at each other and smiled. "Hey Vince, we've got an unconscious girl on our hands." Johnson said. Vince rolled her over with his foot. "You have a point, let's load her up in the trunk and skip school today." Vince said smirking. "Ash house?" Steve said eagerly. Vince nodded.

Time skip

"So, who goes first." Steve asked from the backseat of Vince's car. "Me." Vince said as he drove down the road. "No way, you always go first." Johnson complained from the passenger's seat. "Not true, you got first with Sierra." Vince said. "I'm always last." Steve grumbled from the back. "Quit whining, we're here." Vince said pulling off the road to a long driveway. Not far ahead was a burnt down house.
Suddenly the car jerked to the left and there was the sound of screaming metal. "What the heck!" Vince shouted as the car swerved off the driveway. He hit the brakes and the car came to a screeching halt. Vince growled and turned around in his seat. His green eyes widened. Sticking out of the trunk was a large blade. "Where the heck did that come from!" Steve cried as he scrambled away from the back. All three boys hurriedly excited the car. "What happened to my car!" Vince demanded running back to the trunk. He gulped when the blade slowly retracted. "Vince, maybe we should but in some distance before you unlock the trunk." Johnson said. "Yeah..." Vince said backing away from the car. Once all three boys were at a distance they deemed to be safe, Vince was about to unlock the trunk. He never got the chance when the trunk flew from the car. A sound like a cannon rang out.

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I pressed my cannon against the top of the imprisonment and fired. It came off and crashed somewhere. I placed my servos behind me and pushed myself upright. I looked at my surroundings. Those three jerks had put me inside of a car trunk and driven to a field.
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I looked around and froze.
In front of the car was a burnt house. I swung my pedes out of the trunk and stood. I slowly moved forward, quietly taking in the sight. Large patches of trampled land surrounded the house along with broken glass. I placed a servo against the charred remains of the front door. I pushed on it lightly and it fell from the hinges and slammed onto the floor sending up a cloud of dust. I waved a servo in front of my face and stepped inside. Through the doorway was the remains of a living room. It was torn, trashed, and black.
Close to the door was a square shaped hole in the floor. I stepped around broken objects and knelt down beside it. It went into the ground and looked to be the size of a person.

Mom grabbed my hand and pulled me away from the window. "What are you doing, we have to leave." She said. We started running for the door. I heard an explosion and the building rocked. Mom looked fearfully at the now broken window. She reached down and pulled back the rug. Her house wasn't in the safest location, so she made a secret area beneath the floorboards

I gasped and stumbled backwards. I placed a servo against my forehead. "A memory?" I whispered. I wearily stood and leaned against the wall. I looked around the room. Even though it looked eerie, I felt a faint tranquility and safety. "Was this . . . my home?" I whispered.
Something shiny caught my optic. I pushed myself off the wall and walked over to the area. I stopped. In front of me was an outline of a human. A splintering beam lay ontop of the area that looked like legs. I turned my head and spotted the shiny object. I crouched down and brushed ashes and wood chips away to reveal a metal bowl. I picked it up and stared at it.

Through my watery eyes I saw one of the beams cracking. I tried to get out of ranged but the beam broke and crashed onto my legs. I let out a hoarse scream as my legs burned. I reached out and grabbed the closest thing; a large metal bowl that once held fruits. I placed the bowl over my head and held it in place with my hands. There was another crack and a burning beam crashed onto me. My hands burned and the bowl cut into the back of my neck.

I flinched and dropped the bowl. It banged onto the floor, pulling me from another memory. A sick feeling took over me. "This is where I died." I gasped. I backed away from the spot and hit something hard and cold. I slowly turned my head and saw the least damaged part of the room.
The fireplace with a stone mantel.
I turned around fully and noticed a couple of framed pictures that had somehow survived. The first showed a man in a tuxedo holding hands with a blushing woman wearing a white dress. I placed a digit on her face. It looked like the woman from the memory I had called 'mom'. The next showed the same couple, but a baby wrapped in a pink blanket was with them. I looked at the next photo and saw the couple with an older girl and another baby. Something about the girls eyes looked familiar. "Where have I seen eyes like that." I mumbled looking at the next photo. "Mary?!" I said picking up the photo. It showed a slightly younger Mary wearing black robes and a square hat. "This must have been Mary's family. Then why do I have those memories." I said, confused. The last photo increased my confusion.
It showed the couple, Mary, and . . . me. I smashed the glass and pulled the picture out. My servos were shaking as I looked at the back.
Mr & Mrs. Laurence with their two daughters, Amelia and Mary.

Photo taken at Philip Photography
I felt my spark skip a beat as I read the writing on the back. "This is my family." I whispered. Mary's final words floated into my mind; "You are my family."
Tears slowly slipped from my optics. Numb with shock, I fell to my knees while clutching the photo.
I didn't even hear the loud engine outside.