Project Genesis

Chapter 2

She wasn't just pretty.
She was otherworldly and vaguely threatening.

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When he walked out, the 'mystery girl' was standing there. She gave him a strange look, turned around, and started walking. He followed behind her.

She was covered in black from top to bottom. If not for her sleeveless tank top that showed her wheat-ish complex, it would have been hard to differentiate between her skin and the cloth. A simple loose, black tank top, jeans, and boots completed her attire along with a black mask that covered her face and even neck except her eyes and forehead. And of course, there were the holsters containing the swords.

She was strong, no doubt, after all, it takes lots of strength to rip someone's head off. But she also looked strong. Her biceps and shoulder muscles flexed with every movement she did. She carried an aura around her, an aura that said 'don't mess with me or I will make you regret ever being born'.

Issac remembered the moment he saw her standing in front of him with the blood-covered blades in her hands as her short, dark, black hair covered half of her face. She looked like an angel, an 'angel of death' with a calm look in her brown eyes, shining with specks of blue; calm almost to the extent that she looked menacing. Her expressions, unreadable beneath her mask.

He was brought back to the present by the noise of people screaming. It seemed like they were arguing. When they both made it to the bridge, a group of people was waiting for them. At least ten people were standing there, three of whom were dressed in all black just like the mystery girl. They were keeping their voices low and looked unbothered by everything. The rest of the people were the reason for the noise and looked disheveled and tired.

"What's wrong?" Issac asked as he approached them.

They all quietened down and one of them, a girl approached him. She touched his face and looked closely to make sure he wasn't hurt.

"I am fine." He replied, taking her hands in his, assuring the woman as she was hyperventilating. Worry was clearly visible on her face. Her brows were furrowed, forehead was sweating. She looked more than concerned.

Once she made sure he wasn't hurt, she looked towards the 'mystery girl', her expressions wary, just as she had with the other three of the squad. She looked back at him and asked, "Where is Kyle?" Her expressions, now turning from weariness to worriedness again.

Issac's face immediately turned somber and with downcast eyes he replied, " The scream we heard. It was his. He didn't make it." With the last words he looked up and into her eyes which reciprocated the sad emotion in his own.

These last four words carried more emotions and weight than even any other thousand words could. The air surrounding the place suddenly changed. All of the people expect the 'all black squad' looked grim yet more focused.

The woman nodded, her eyes slightly wet. She turned around and wiped her nose with the back of her hands.

The 'mystery girl' glanced at another woman who, as it looked, was with her. They seemed to be talking with their eyes. The 'mystery girl' gave her a very intense look and the other woman slightly nodded her head.

"As much as I hate interepting this emotional moment, we have to get going." The woman said abruptly, bringing all the attention to her.

"And what makes you think we are going to take orders from YOU?" Aiden said with a little more than needed emphasis on the word 'you'.

"That was NOT an order. I am just telling you, we need to leave this place." The woman countered. Her eyes showed her irritation but voice gave nothing away.