Evolution

Evolution: The Prologue

The sky here is very blue, I'm not sure if I like it, yet.

I had been outside all day. Watching the sun rise, with a renewed fascination, before it fell behind the tall, rocky, mountains. A thick layer of snow blanketed the them, painting the sharp peaks crisp white, all day and night, as the fluffy frozen flakes fell heavily from the sky.

Ripper never told us where we were going, or when. One minute we would be somewhere in the woods, but the next we would find ourselves on deserted farmland. Eric, my Handler, begrudgingly conversed with him when we all slept, sometimes I would catch the tail end of their arguments when I woke up.

Eric didn't like being kept in the dark, but I suspected that it's why Ripper was so intent on keeping our locations to himself. There was history between them, dark and twisted that showed through their behaviour towards one and other.

"I'm not loving this snow." Five grumbled huffily, thumping down on the wooden railing beside me. Like me, he was wrapped up in a thick parka, except with an ever-present scowl on his face, "Three still hasn't come out of his room. Those twins don't like me, you know."

He sounded disappointed. Five had been trying to befriend the hard-faced twins for a while now, but to no avail. It just wasn't happening for him; they were too serious, and Five...wasn't. Or, maybe he was. After all, now Five was just as on edge as the rest of us.

"They suck." I shrugged hugging myself tighter when an icy breeze swept over us, "Everything sucks."

I had thought that being free would be different. I'm not entirely sure what I expected, but this wasn't it. All the running, and irregular sleep patterns, were new to us, so was the food. I'm not sure how I felt about all these new plates being made for us; and how infrequent they were.

I missed the luxury of regularity; I thought I hated it, but now I could see the benefits. Although, I didn't miss the eyes always watching me, the fear that used to linger in the back of my mind if I ever fell into a foul mood.

Punishments for my attitude weren't as severe now, and my attitude had developed. Without a watchful eye, I could feel it stretching towards something, and I found it hard to control what happened in my mind.

A wall had been broken, and now I needed to work to distinguish what was animal, and what was human.

"We still got each other." Five commented at last, casting me a brief glance, "That doesn't suck."

I let myself lean against him, absorbing the heat that seemed to radiate off him. We learned quite quickly that we could stand against the cold longer than our human Handlers could. We were made to survive in every condition, so our body temperatures were always adapting.

That was new to me too; all this adapting. It made my appetite grow with a ferocity like none other.

"You snore, you know." I commented lightly, a joke to contradict what he said. I was trying harder to learn Five's sense of humor, but it mostly included mocking, and annoying, people. I could vouch for that, "How's Anders doing?"

Anders was Five's human Handler, like my own, he had been with Five since he was a pup, and mostly done the hunting that provided for us. I didn't expect to grow accustomed to freshly hunted meat so quickly, I thought it would upset my stomach, but any food put on my plate was devoured without question.

Anders sometimes even took me with him to find deer herds, or wild boars. I enjoyed the hunt, even more when Anders gave me the okay to catch the prey myself.

"The man shoots a lot." Five muttered which wasn't different from what I saw. Anders was built strong, like Three was, and was always outdoors. Even when there was nothing to hunt, "He says that he and Emma were good friends. He misses her, but not like Three does."

Three.

My thoughts wondered back to him every day; his pain. Three mostly kept to himself in the small, box shaped room we were given in the spacious cabin. We all wanted to stay together, well, I'm not sure if the same can be said for Three.

For now, he's isolated himself. Distanced his mind as far from us as possible, and neither us knew how to comprehend such complex emotions.

Eric said he was in mourning, and that it lasts for however long it takes. It made no sense at all, but we didn't have much time to be slowed down by emotion. Five stared straight ahead towards the bushy treeline with a bored expression; he loved being on the move, travelling to different places.

"How do we help him?" I asked aloud, more to myself than anyone else. Five glanced at me with a blank expression, "I don't know." He finally admitted after a long silence, his voice was quiet, and saddened.

We had all tried but the only person who seemed to be able to sympathize with him was Two. He was the glue that was keeping us together, leading us through all the snow storms that we were dragged through. But I could tell that even he was tired. Sometimes, I could see Two's mind slip away, he was always thinking, planning for something but we don't know what.

Five might be the type to want to play games and trick people, but I knew that he cared for Three, we all did. Losing Emma was the worst thing that could happen to him, now he was vulnerable, and we needed to be stronger now, more than ever, to protect the pack.

But that was hard to do too. How could we protect each other from ourselves? I was finding it hard to deal with everything. All I wanted to do was hunt, because then I didn't have to think. I didn't have to remember the people I had slaughtered, or how easily it came to me.

There's a monster inside of me, forced out by a vicious woman.

By Veronica. The savage human who wanted us back, who was hunting us to dissect our DNA, and make more advanced versions of us; deadlier and more compliant. We only wanted our freedom, but she was intent on taking it to gain more power.

We were already unstable and strong as we are, with our freewill, but Veronica wanted to take that away, and create the perfect deadly weapons that would follow her every command. We couldn't let her do that, especially when all she would use them for is her own gain.

We never asked to be made, but we were; we're illegally created experiments that shouldn't exist but here we are. When you give something life, you give them choices.

And so, we've made ours.  

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A/N

Finally; a damn prologue!

So, on Mutations I read many peoples opinions that my prolo was too long, so I shortened this one! See, that? I do listen to your opinions. There is so much pressure to perfect this story because I know so many people loved Mutations, which is why I wanted to post something so you guys know that I am working on it!

I don't know if I'll rewrite it, it's taken me a couple of attempts to feel satisfied with this, or if I'll keep it! If anything does change then it will be before I post the chapter one.

You'll see that I've added real names in the character sections- these are the 'human' names that the Splices will be given! They will still be referred to as Subjects but the names might slowly shift to the human ones.

Anyway! I hope you all enjoy this prologue, I can't promise when my next update will be but for now, this is all I got!

Comment your thoughts, and vote if you enjoyed it! The Splices are back in town!

- EmbracingYou