Survival of the Cleanse

Prologue

~When you meet someone who happens upon your life and stays, keep them. Keep them and hold them tight. Don't you let them go. Not even for a second. For in that second, you could lose them. I wish I had known that, before I met her. Then maybe, just maybe, I could see her again~

There is something to say about murder. Murder in itself is a dark subject but if you think about the underlying meaning of murder it seems clear as to why this trio commits such crimes. Murder can mean many different things, though none could leave those with a feeling of butterflies. In this case, murder was to cleanse the human race.

Human beings, in some cases, are horrible creatures. They are selfish beings through even when one of their own dies; they shed a tear not because of loss but of not being able to gain what that one had given them. They break down each other with standards of beauty, and thrive on pain of others. Thus the cleanse was created.
The cleanse of the weak, broken and selfish. To attempt to better the race's survival and what better way to cleanse the race than with elimination of all but the best and the brightest. Chosen few lived in harmony among those in complete fear. Death filled the air, the stink of rotten flesh glued to noses. Blood was a river known of many. Flesh as the roads painting pathways. Disease roasted towns like hazelnuts on Christmas, yet this was the clean way to go about.

The trio was known by many and although they seem of a negative disguise, to this world we call Earth, called them hero's.