And here it is. Endgame. Part I15, the final part of Series One.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Ivan stirred. The first awareness that came to him was of laying facedown, his cheek in contact with a warm and strangely familiar surface. He felt an odd sense of dÃÆÃâÃâéjÃÆÃâÃâà vu, as though he had experienced something like this before. Perhaps he had.

 

 

 

Come to think of it, Ivan wasnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t sure what his last experience was. He felt an idle curiosity about it, as well as to where he was and what he was doing there. But it was not enough to compel him into moving. He was content to lay there, free of his troubles, his worries, everything that had happened to him in the past few hours. . .

 

 

 

With the force of a speeding train Ivan was hit with the reality of the situations preceding his current one. The mad chase, the wounds, the desperation and finally, the light; he drew the logical and wildly hopeful and exhilarating conclusion. All that was left was to find out for sure.

 

 

 

He rolled over onto his back. Sky. He was staring at sky. The simple reality of the sky that had seemed forever lost to him was almost enough to make him succumb to tears of joy. He was free. He had made it out of that horrid prison, full of its strange and horrible places and inhabited by such strange and horrible beings. The open world at last had accepted him into the fold once again; Mother Nature suffered the return of one of her sheep. Ivan dared to think that she rejoiced in it. He turned his head once again, ready to behold anything now that he knew he was free.

 

 

 

Jungle.

 

 

 

Dense foliage grew unchecked everywhere Ivan could see. There were ferns sprouting from the mossy loam, and tall tropical trees towered a few yards away, draped with vines. Nothing could be seen past the perimeter of the obviously deep tropical forest. A pervading green color steadily darkened by degrees as the jungle receded, punctured occasionally by shafts of sunlight that managed to penetrate the canopy.

 

 

 

It would be a beautiful scene, were it not the exact, crushing opposite of what Ivan had expected. Seeing a jungle, here, outside the Stratagem, defied logic. And it woke Ivan up to the fullest extent. He was aware of everything now. He wasnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t alone. Stephanie was here somewhere, she had to be, his situation couldnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t possibly become any worse by her being absent ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Ã

A most excellent finish, I hope you will explain what happened to it all in series two?

.....what the bloody hell.

 

 

 

 

 

Great finish. As long as Lost doesn't have an ending like that (dream)...I'm ok with you doing it.

 

 

 

 

 

Great finish. You just peaked my curiousness.

Eh, never occured to me that people might take it as a dream.

 

 

 

It's not. Nothing that happened was a dream. I didn't intend for anyone to think that, so I might as well refute it.

Eh, never occured to me that people might take it as a dream.

 

 

 

It's not. Nothing that happened was a dream. I didn't intend for anyone to think that, so I might as well refute it.

 

 

 

Wait.....so him losing a leg, "getting out," ending up in a jungle, and then going back to where he started wasn't a dream?

 

 

 

 

 

I fail :XD:

Yay you finished it! That was well good, can't wait for series two :D!!

Ivan must be really ugly for Stephanie not to react differently at him being naked. :P

 

 

 

...or did she??? :wink:

 

 

 

:-X

 

 

 

 

 

Can't wait till Series 2! :D

Ivan must be really ugly for Stephanie not to react differently at him being naked. :P

 

 

 

...or did she??? :wink:

 

 

 

:-X

 

 

 

 

 

 

:-$

 

 

 

 

 

I'll say what I know Nom is going to say: "Lets just say the baby shortage won't come as early as we thought it would."

 

 

 

 

 

That is all.

Ivan must be really ugly for Stephanie not to react differently at him being naked. :P

 

 

 

...or did she??? :wink:

 

 

 

:-X

 

 

 

 

 

 

:-$

 

 

 

 

 

I'll say what I know Nom is going to say: "Lets just say the baby shortage won't come as early as we thought it would."

 

 

 

 

 

That is all.

 

 

 

Lol! :lol: :XD:

Thought you'd like that^ :wink:

Let's just say the baby shortage won't come as early as we thought it would.

I told you all. =;

:lol:

 

 

 

This just made my day. :

Well, thats my, and I'm pretty damn sure its Nom's goal. :mrgreen:

Nice finish, can't wait for season 2...

 

 

 

how come every story has someone naked in it #-o :notalk: :-k

Ooooo is thst true? sounds like ill be here a wile..... :thumbsup: haha jokes...

JOKES ARE FTW

Nom, get off your butt and MAKE BABIES!

 

 

 

 

 

I MEAN STORIES!

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PULL THROUGH NOM! :cry:

Calm down, calm down. Thought I'd pop in here and let everyone know I'm alive. It's the weekend, so I'll probably be able to start Series 2 sometime in the next two days or so.

 

 

 

PULL THROUGH BLOODREDSWORD!

PHEW! I did Nom...that was some NASTY constipation :notalk:

Bump

 

 

 

 

 

Write, or I will show your irl picture to the entire community! oh...wait...you already did that :x

Ok, I'm really sorry for not writing anything. . . This has been the worst week ever, the climax being just a few minutes ago. I will try my hardest to get something done this weekend.

 

 

 

Don't forget all about Stratagem in the meantime. I'd hate to lose people because of my own apathy. I'm really grateful to everyone who has read and commented on Stratagem, and helped it to grow this much. I really never expected something that I formulated in about five minutes to take off like this. And you all have been motivation to keep writing, as any other time I probably would have dropped a project like this long ago. So again, thank you everyone.

ah...sorry to hear that Nom. I hope your weekend is good :( :)

It's here.

 

 

 

Part II1

 

 

 

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It was dark in the tank room. Darkness was an essential factor of the controlled environment in which the specimens had to be kept. It was not entirely black; the many interfaces of the machines that dotted the chamber glowed with a soft, pleasing vibrancy, and there were light fixtures. They just didnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t emit the harsh fluorescent light that could be found in many other buildings of the same type. Instead, they oozed an organic light that was easy on the eyes and not at all disturbing to scientist or specimen. More of these lights lined the floor like those of a movie theater, and there were of course emergency floodlights in discreet spots around the room. But the inhabitants of the room preferred the dark, and certain of those inhabitants were of the vampire-like tendency to become extremely distressed whenever light was shed.

 

 

 

Two of these inhabitants were in close proximity, playing the roles of specimen and observer. A short man in a lab coat stood before the tank, hands behind his back, reading from the monitor attached to the lower end of the glass. He glanced up occasionally at the occupant of the tank, who was hovering in a dense, opaque liquid. The liquid was a murky grey and gave off a dim glow, partially concealing the specimen from view. The only features that could be made out of the unveiled parts were vague shapes and silhouettes that swam in and out of view with the gentle turbulence of the artificially regulated liquid.

 

 

 

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