Forgotten Requiem - Thriller book
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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This is a demo for Christopher mcnally reading forgotten requiem light. It hurts, it hurts too much to open my eyes. I don't want to be here. Where am I? It hurts, it hurts. What is this feeling? Pain? Such agonizing pain? Why do I feel this pain? My head hurts, it hurts too much. Why am I feeling this? Why? Who am I? Why am I here? Who am I? What is this pain from? Who am I? The sound of a clock is calling to me. Who am I? Who am I opening? My eyes hurts like nothing I've ever felt before I'm awake. I can see the ceiling of the room I'm in. It looks beautiful. I like it. I make myself move my head around so I can see where I am. I see a large grandfather clock. I hear the ticking of the clock very clearly. I stare into it until I finally notice there are other people here. They are all lying on the floor like I just was, they are alive but only just waking up. They look like they are in pain. I was in pain too. I am like them. Why does the clock seem so beautiful? What's so frightening? A large mirror reflects my face. Who is this man staring back at me? Black hair? Stumble of what probably should be a beard. I looked tired, judging the circles under my eyes. It is then that I see him. He's dead. It takes him a moment to fully understand what he is looking at. The sight of a dead man was something he couldn't remember seeing before he stared into the man's face which was pale and motionless. There was dried blood covering most of his body. His neck had been cut open. It seemed the other people were waking up as he stared at the corpse. What is going on? One man spoke up first. He had many wrinkles. He looked like he couldn't stand up on his own, but he was a burly man who seemed ready to defend himself. He took one look at the body and let out a gas that looked like he was inhaling all of the oxygen in the room. The older man attempted to stand but wasn't able to hold himself up for long. His balance was off and he fell back to his knees. He he's dead. A woman now spoke, she was pretty, her skin looked smooth and her hair complimented her features nicely. She was very close to the dead body, but she couldn't seem to see very well around her. She had not even seen the other people in the room with her until she grabbed a pair of glasses on the floor. But the shock of seeing the man's corpse seemed to stifle her before she could notice the other people in the room coming to their senses. She was shivering and clutching at her chest and futility. The other people started to panic, backing away from the center of the room and pointing fingers. They were unstable. They were afraid of something but it wasn't just the body. There was something more that they feared. What was it? Why couldn't anyone say it out loud? There were five other people in the room. They were all frantic and none of them could figure out why two of the men started threatening each other but were too afraid to make a move. The woman was staying as far away from them as she could breathing heavily and clutching at her chest. The beginning of pandemonium could be seen the television screen that was hanging from the ceiling turned on by itself. It was an event that caused everyone to stop panicking for a moment. Their attention was on the screen. A faceless masculine figure appeared on the screen and started to speak. His voice was pleasant but eerily monotone. Welcome. You should all be conscious. By this time, my official label is ma I but my creator would like for me to be known as Marcus by the guests or perhaps Mark would be a bit more convenient. I am an intelligence artificial programmed to monitor the activity in this mansion. I will briefly explain to all of you your current situation and the circumstances of this experiment, what the **** is going on here? Spat someone facetiously. I will explain that shortly, sir. If you would be so patient as to not interrupt me, replied, Mark in his singular tone, eyes widened as they realized that the voice speaking was more than a simple recording experiment. What's going on here? Why is there a dead man in the room with us? A younger man spoke up to mark that man is dead because he tried to cheat. Cheating goes against my protocol for what is allowable by the guests during this experiment. As for what is currently happening, several of you may already be aware that you are having trouble remembering who you are. A slew of gaffes surfaced in the room as attention was brought to the fact that none of them could remember anything about themselves. What, who am I? What is my name? Where am I?