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Human Protection Program

Human Protection Program

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, May 7, 2011
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What if, forty years ago, instead of all the drugs, hippies, and all the rest, that scientist may have helped created, instead they created a soldier? Soldiers that were physically stronger, faster, and better reflexed than humans. Of course they were once humans but... who would have thought that, these humans only ran on urges, like their ancestors? To hunt, kill, eat, and mate. The basic instincts of any carnivores. They soon over ran the humans with their superior talents, and it took only a year until the humans were in the millions, and a month after that until the population resided in the hundreds. In a last ditch effort to save the last of their humans, scientist took a few of the hundreds of humans left and converted them. Some became apart of the Lycan project, where they were experimented on resulting in, nails that became claws, hard enough to cut diamonds and the even harder vampire skin. Teeth that became fangs, enough to rip limbs with little more than the jerk of the head. Hair that became fur which was like armor to sustain hits, and even the casual falling building. The second thing they created were the Magicians, humans with sight so enhanced they free form particles that they could easily manipulate with their thoughts. Able to create anything out of these, such as fire, trees, weapons. To the little group of scientist that remained among them, it was rumored that these may be what had caused the world to be how it came to be. Now, they protect the remaining 216 humans of the wasteland that remains of New York.
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BOOK ONE: Having enough courage to run through the woods and away from the people who convinced me they were saving me was not how I believed I'd spend my day. Yet, there I went escaping from the only place I knew existed in the world. Being held captive was too much for me, especially when these people wouldn't tell me who they were or even who I was. The first moment in my life I recall very clearly. I awoke in a dark room, with recollection of everything that happened in the world except for one thing. I had no memory of myself existing, I didn't know where I was or why these men kept me from leaving. Days after I first woke I asked plenty of questions, and yet none of them were answered. The only thing I learned was that I was not allowed outside because the woods heald the most powerful magic on the planet, the most dangerous magic. It was more than just bad men and curiosity about the forest that got me to leave, it was a pull towards something; towards magic. Once I was in the forest turning back was never an option, so I put it in my head that I'd keep walking until I found a civilization or a nice paved road that would lead to safety. But that never happened because the forest has a force living through it. Believing that the forest held something strange was the easy part but experiencing it myself was something totally different. I didn't expect anything normal but I didn't expect to be completly engulfed into the forest. I was led by an unknown presence that made me truly believe it was a living being, and in fact it is. I was innocent then, but now I know that anything can be hidden under a small platform in the woods with a secret bigger than the world itself. I was given life that day, until it all ended months later; the day I took my last breath.

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