Chimera
Prologue
Life and death are two equal parts of the world that are faced every day. The only problem is.... I don't deal life. I deal the cruel hand of death. People find it unfair, injustice. They deserve to live forever. I don't see it that way. I see that life should last for as long as earth decides. The wind, the grass, the small rivers, they will kill you with all they have, because they deem you unworthy or to save you from what's worse... life.
The Scientist beat that into me. But this time... Earth will not kill them, I will.
Chapter one
White, fluffy, wet snow cascades around me. It bothers me. I don't like the cold, or the wet. I look like a drowned rat. But what can I do, living on the streets. It's better than the labs, so I'll take what I can get. Why'd they had to do this, I use to like the snow, now I don't. It's not fair. But.. damn this snow. Winter sucks! Growling, I slink through the dark city streets, hands curled into tight fists, nail beds digging into my cracked palms.
Looking at the sky, seeing the position of the moon I realize it's now just reaching 2 o'clock in the morning. Stiffening, the stingy scent of dirt caked mud, sweat, and pure.... innocence, I can smell that. Shaking my head I go back to the smell. A human. Not unusual, but it's a small child, no other scent near by that's new.Turning a bend at the corner of the alley, I spot the small child wandering the streets. I watch as the small child, a girl from the scent of Adrenal hormone wafting off of her, trips. Walking out, I quietly approach the tiny figure. I uncurl my hands and get into a slightly primal stance. Raising a eyebrow I study her.
Her hair a dark brown color, black if you don't look close enough, that reaches her shoulders, dark brown eyes that gleam in the street lamp's light, a dirty flower dress ripped and torn, hanging off one of her shoulders. Her frame is so tiny, her arms and legs look like noodles, very breakable noodles. Scratches line her bare arms and her knees have blood dripping down her tan legs. She cradles her hands, wet tracks making paths down her muddy face. Her head shoots up and I stop, crouching down, merely 5 feet from her. She's probably scared, what with my matted hair that covers a part of my face, the hollowness that set deep into my eyes, the way my cheekbones stand out, the sunkenness seared deep from years of mishandling. I look like a beast in the night, not something a child should witness.
"Hello, little one," My voice is rough and scratchy from disuse, eyebrows furrow together.
She jumps, staring at me uncannily. "C..an I..I he...help you?" She asks weakly, the scent of her terror filling my lungs with each breath I take, body shaking from the cold or the terror, I'm not sure.
"You seem lost," Laying my arms on my knees, I watch her.
"Mommy said, when I get lost I need to stay where I was. But it was getting dark. I waited. I swear. Please dont tell Mommy," She starts sobbing.
"Shhh. little one. Ill help you find your Mommy." I stand, holding my hand out. What feeling is this? Is it pity, why am I helping her? It could be a ploy from Them. She hesitantly slides her hand into mine.
Huffing, I take my poor of an excuse coat off. "Here." I help her put her arms through the sleeves which reach past her fingertips.
"Th...ank you." She whispers, her voice being carried out by the wind, my sensitive hearing picking it up easily. Taking her hand again, I retrace her steps, her scent fading quickly. She smells like.... chocolate covered in dirt. A mud pie! Ew. My nose twitching, tilted up slightly in the air.
The snow smacks my arms, freezing me. Groaning, I quicken my steps. The little one struggling to keep up. After awhile, the silence starts getting annoying.
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Chimaera
FantasyEbony Bain. A lab rat. Injected with the blood of animals. Told to trust one man. A man that could save her. They escaped. It was too late for Ebony, she was mutated and changed. Changed into a Chimera. Not of the mythical creature, but a new breed...