My Pet Human {UNDER SERIOUS EDITING}

I Love You

'When you love someone but it goes to waste.' ~Coldplay

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~Godpheus~

Thunder cracked across the dark, midnight sky, lighting up the city of Meridia with a brilliant flash of lightning. The grey clouds swirled around the gleaming skyscrapers, each rumble of thunder causing the streetlights to flicker. In the midst of it all, clutching a wad of notes and a pen to his chest, stood Godpheus Mathews. He stood in the center of a grassy oval, to be precise. A vacant football stadium, whose unused rows of seats provided the scientist with the perfect set up point for his Humanizer.

Lowing the thick booklets of scribbles and an assortment of notes to the grass beneath him, he cast a quick glance over his watch. "The lightning has almost reached its peak." Godpheus mumbled into the phone he held in his spare hand. He flicked a switch on his Humanizer device and the machine whirred softly. The charging slot rose a little, with the electrical molecules in the air. All that was left now was to wait. As soon as the first droplets of rain fell, it would begin the transformation.

The machine worked much like a beacon. The serum lodged inside its metal surface would be zapped into the storm clouds to catch onto the forming rain particles and effectively spread the humanization. Once the particles rained down literally to the earth, the true effect of his invention would be put to work.

He'd programmed it effectively to reach the distance of 100 square kilometers, so anyone caught outside its range would have to move closer to the storm's eye. Cambridge listened to his progress intently from the mobile in his hand. His muffled reply came instantly:

"Alright then." The president responded. "The extermination of the humans has almost finished. I'm currently finishing off the last of the pet shops..." A bolt of lightning whizzed through the sky above, the lagged crack of thunder startling both Godpheus and the man on the other end of the phone. Smiling wickedly, the scientist mashed his thumb into the end call button, throwing the mobile over his shoulder. It hit the grass with a crude crushing sound.

Godpheus rubbed his palms together, his white cotton lab coat whipping around his legs in the strong wind. He stood facing the waist high Humanizer, watching in fascination as the machine whirred and the tiny collection of buttons and switches glowed and beeped softly.

"Almost time now." He whispered, his voice so soft that is whistled away with the gale.

"Almost time now..."

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~Axel~

I walk alongside Adam and The Director/Abel, my feet making faint sludge noises on the wet moss covered base of the tunnel. The rest of The Resistance, all 569 humans in total, follow behind in a march. The leaders carry birthday candle torches to light the path ahead. Not that many of us have any trouble navigating out way through the pitch black tunnel systems here. We've all adapted in a way that while our eyes fail us here, our ears and noses work on an overdrive. If anything, the torches are for making a statement, as well as looking after the youngsters, like Sam.