Subject Zero: Mirrors (Book 2)

Prologue

Friday, November 16, 1984
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Third Person POV
Sitting in a small room with mirrors on the floor, walls, and ceiling, are two girls.

One was in a wheelchair, simply resting her hands on her lap. She had long, dark, frizzy hair, dark brown eyes, and she looked almost... numbed. She had on a pair of black glasses, as well. One of the lenses was cracked.

The other was standing next to her, and her hands were uncontrollably trembling. She had short, dark hair in a pixie cut, hazel green-brown eyes, and she looked exhausted. Her right ear had a large bandage and piece of squared cotton covering it. She couldn't hear through that ear at all, not anymore.

They were both facing one wall, their bony selves being still. The two of them were young, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.

And on the other side of the mirror they were facing, was a man. He was tall and thin, and he was wearing a neat black suit. He had pasty, slate grey skin, and long, sharp fingers. He had black hair with dark blue roots, his hair was uneven and looked like a haircut that's a few months overgrown. He had a black button for a left eye, while the other eye was covered by a vertical half-mask that covered the entire left half of his face. His mouth and nose appeared as if he was half skeleton. He had spider legs poking out of his back, which he was using to stand instead of his more human-like two feet. There was a dark, but thin layer of darkness surrounding him, like a shadow if it were an aura. There was a small amount of water looping around his left wrist, appearing as a bracelet.

     "Think carefully. Should you reject humanity, even this once, you may never gain the favor of our Almighty Creator," said the man with a button for an eye. "To become a part of a world She hates... I'd give it some thought, if I were you."

Glaring up at the man, the girl with the uncontrollable shaky hands says, "Do you think, those who were faithful in their own humanity, would ever go as far as to summon someone like you?"

The man chuckled at her reply. He asks, "I will ask once more. Do you two wish to become Light and Dark; Ocean and Moon; Yin and Yang; Merry and Mourn... Life and Death?"

     "We do. Now, stop asking these tedious questions and let us know if we have a deal," demanded the girl in the wheelchair.

A wide grin slowly crept onto the man's face as darkness began to consume the mirrored room, until it became pitch black.

{ End of Prologue }

"Do you want to hear about the deal that I'm making?"

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