So this is a story I have been wanting to start up and finally I DID IT :D I really hope you like it! I did a lot of research and work on the basis of it and yeah :)
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PROLOGUE
AREA 51
ONE MONTH BEFORE THE UPRISING
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He could never escape this hell.
The man never ran away from a fight, and sure as hell had a rebellious mind, but now it was too much. He was forever cut out from the existence known as reality. He sat there, the grime of the typical alleyway staining his clothes and the crinkling of a brown bag in his hands as he drank the cheap liquor. It was the only thing that could get him away from this nightmare he was in; this nether world, he created with his own hands.
Through the streaks of moonlight in the ashen sky, you could see the blood oozing down his arms, the self inflicted cuts painting the tan color. The marks brought upon from self infliction were a constant way of channelling the anger of what KARMA had done to his body; the experiments, the needles, the tubes... all of it. The sick, twisted games they played with the bodies of others sent a rushing chill through his body. He always tried, but he knew he could never escape the past.
The screams of the countless lives taken rang in the air, along with the smell of fresh gunpowder and smoke from the terror occurring in the city. The whistles and explosions of bombs pierced the ears of anyone who could hear; the sound of it being a reminder that it was official:
New York would be no more.
New York used to be so beautiful, he read once as a child in the historic texts, a city of dreams and opportunity. How much the world has changed since then. The dream of a once stable society seemed like a miracle, ever since the Uprising.
As he took a swig of the strong liquor, a scream pierced the holocaust night and a body fell twenty feet away from him, it's hands clawing the broken streets with a desperation. He didn't even bat an eyelash towards her.
"No! I didn't do anything! HAVE MERCY!" the body screamed before being silenced forever, a slash in her windpipe.
He never looked her way. She was another mundane pawn played by the hatred of his own hand, and the hatred of KARMA. KARMA had built him up to be this way, and he was never going to change. He was too lost in his own thoughts to care anyhow, the liquor had accomplished that for him, and he welcomed it's sensation with open arms. But he couldn't get even close to forgetting it all. New York was going to be demolished by his own hand. He dreamed of this weeks ago, but now that he knew the truth, he couldn't bring himself to be what he claimed to be; a monster.
The sounds of flesh being ripped and the satisfaction of the Deliverer made it's way to the man's ears. Instinctively, his stomach cringed at the thought of the scene, but he knew he was like them too. More respectful and dignified, but still animal-like in nature. He knew he could never escape that.
He felt the blood from the corpse pool over to his side, little droplets splattering against his body. He absently licked the blood from the corner of his mouth and took another swig, avoiding contact with the corpse's Deliverer. He could feel it's eyes on him, it's presence recognizing his. It came forward, blood dripping from its mouth and long, needle-like claws.
This was not his kind.
It's scent was off, more musky, fresh. Something new that KARMA created. It made his bones crawl, his senses more alert, even with the sting of alcohol buzzing in his blood.
"What do you want, Beast?"
The Deliverer laughed, a corrupted tone that sounded of wind chimes and the scratching of metal all at once. Goosebumps pooled over his pores, but he never gave away the fear of a new species on his face. It was a female, it's body lithe and powerful, beautiful and ugly at the way the mutation covered her body and breasts as if it were eating her alive. She had spider like claws, yet they were always out for her. As he looked up at her face, he noticed golden eyes, like a cat's, staring down at him as if he were prey. Her blood colored hair shaped her face and caressed her lower back with curls. She knew she was a beautiful, deadly creature.
"How can you talk, Predator?" She smiled, her razor sharp teeth glimmering with blood. "You're a monster like me."
"How about you shut up before I show you?" He growled deep in his throat, his yearning for bloodshed screaming at him. He almost smiled at the thought of her violet blood spilling into the drain near him, her head rolling along the street for even speaking to him.The thought of a new species trying to live up to what he was repulsed him.
Did she even know who he was? What he created?
She couldn't have known. He wasn't like Them anymore. They would have left him out of the name of KARMA, unless noted for betraying them. But she knew him from somewhere. He knew that.
With a short note of a 'hmph', the girl with the needle claws inched towards his face, her eyes staring into his with a confidence he could not fathom.
"Your Him." She murmured, her eyes squinting as if to focus more on him, "Your the One They talk about..."
"What the hell are you talking about?" He snapped, his left arm slowly morphing into a large, mutated claw from anger, the mutated flesh pulsating to emphasize the need for bloodshed. Why did they mention my name? He wondered in bitter resentment, why would they speak of me?
The corners of her mouth twitched into a demonic smirk as bombs went off in the distance around them "Watch your back, Predator. They're coming for you. And once they get you-" Her claw stroked his chin as she forced him to tilt it up "this world will be ours."
She pulled away so suddenly, that his chin received a small scratch from it, droplets of blood pooling from the open crevices. A small gasp of surprise and pain escaped from his mouth, his bottle dropping out of his hand and crashing to the ground with a sharp sound of glass shattering.
He was ready to break each bone in her body for defying the sort of person that he was. She had no right to address a figure such as him.
But before he could construct a single thought in his mind by what she had meant by her riddle, she was gone, and the sound of destruction flooded him once again.
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We Came As Heroes (Watty Awards 2012!)
Science Fiction"KARMA is the messiah of our corrupted world. No one questions it, talks about it, or disrespects it. If you do, you're dead." The year is 2058. ten years ago, the start of a rebellion caused the start of the next world war, and the start of...
