Abandoned for their own protection, only to be abused by the one supposed to raise them, Lena and Alex Rose are slowly thrown into an alien war after meeting Emerald, heir to the Decepticon faction. Once confidential information is leaked to the ent...
Behind the scenes, on the other side of the wall behind a window concealed to look like a mirror on the opposite side, stands a man with buzz-cut white hair, well-toned skin, two scars, one running over his nose's ridge and the other at the beginning of his hairline, making it ways down to the center of his left cheek. A black and dark grey uniform that fit his muscular body perfectly, outlining every muscle. His dark eyes fixated on the sight in the room in front of him.
Unempathetically looking at the sights of the mutant child with their chest cut open, the child no more than 12 or 13, screaming on the table. The only light over them during the vivisection(dissection on a living being) is a large, and very bright, light one would see in hospital surgery rooms. "Has the money been prepared?" he asks one of his numerous soldiers, dressed in the same way as the others except for the scientists who's uniforms consisted of a black lab coat.
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"Yes, sir. All preparation has been completed."
A wicked smile spread across his lips as he overlooked the process of the scientists prodding and pocking the insides of their new and temporary lab rat until it gave out. "P-p-please st-AAAUUUH-!-" loud cries, choked sobs, the screamed were ear-piercing and yet other times were caught in the person's throat. The mutants couldn't use their strength to pull out of the restraints. Not when the metal holding them down cancels out their ability.
They were forced to stay awake through the current procedure, watch at scientists poked and prodded their intestines and organs. Finding what makes them tick. What makes them separately special from all the others. Weaknesses. Strengths. Taking tissue samples. DNA samples. Seeing how organs or how their blood flowed when their flaw is in usage.
He created MECH to oppose the United States Government. To create a new world order where the ones with the highest technology would be the ones winning the war. And the side with the highest technology. Will. Be. MECH. The rest of the world knows of them as 'hunters'. Not the most creative name but it did sum up what they did. Hunting anything and anyone they can use for their goal or to earn more cash or for their own entertainment to see who is truly the strongest.
Four decades. Forty long years of evolving their weapons and finding what makes mutants tick, how to control them, which is the most common and rare. And yet there are still many unanswered questions about mutants. Due to the species being unable to join together, they have not had a proper leader in forty years. There are small groups that have chiefs and elected officials but those are only temporary leaderships. The one that the species needs is the child of their previous royal bloodline, the one that Silas needs to properly control the species.
Clawing at the wrist that held her neck tightly against the kitchen wall. Wickedly grinning and eyes glimmering at the sight of seeing someone suffer in his grip. Slowly, his psychotic eyes land on the still burning hot skillet Lena used to cook the empanadas. His grip became tighter and will most likely leave a bruise in the morning.
