The Hunted

The Hunted

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This story takes place all the way in 2050, where WW4 is soon to begin, however, an alien spaceship crashes not too far off from a US military base, containing multiple different kind of alien matter, including symbiote liquid, alien tech which was still intact, black matter from the ship's power source, and fire scales filled with unimaginable temperature of lava. A scientist named Professor Clark, creates 4 living bioweapons; these guys. However, DreadCoil, the first one to wake up, overheard a conversation with the president and the Professor, about being weapons for them in war. Dread here, doesn't like that, so he escapes with his unconscious brethren as he now seeks a way off the planet, while something else they are unaware of...is hunting them down. ___________________________________________________________ Hello everyone, this is my first ever original story that I will ever be doing, and I am so excited to share this with the world, I hope you will enjoy this story and stick till the very end, and if you wish to see more art and updates, check out my deviantart page: https://www.deviantart.com/mecha-infinite Also, the cover was done by my dear friend on deviantart, AltriTheSkunkDragon go check her out! She's amazing!: https://www.deviantart.com/altritheskunkdragon With that being said, I hope you enjoy :))
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{COMPLETED} "now that you've had your fun electrocuting me, would you care to hop in the backseat?" ---------------------------------------------------------- Freak DNA. That's what I like to call it. The fault to my genetic code. More often than not, it's a curse. The static running through my blood gave me a name. A cruel, daunting label of a measly bug. A roach. That's what I am to them, to the government. Roach; the nameless monster with electricity for a sense and lightening as a second nature. It ruined my life, the sparking currents playing tag in my mind, running around and bumping into everything, shaking me loose. The government, actually. They ruined my life. My curse just gave them a reason. You see, the normal population with ordinary DNA, they don't know about the people like me. The roaches of the world. We don't get that kind of recognition at the camps. There, we are only one thing in the military's eyes. We are weapons and we will act like it. Everyone else out there, bathing in the goodness they don't know they've got, they don't know about the roaches their stepping on. As long as their getting closer to the sky, they don't care what they stand on to reach it. They don't know about the sparkling dreamer that's killed 7 people before her 17th birthday. They don't about the ghost of a girl peaking around corners for her entire life because even home wasn't safe. They don't know about the fighter of steel and iron sucking on his bloody lip courtesy of the wars he battles in as nothing but a shadow. They don't know about the masked villain who would do anything to see the army they lead claim the throne They don't know about us. But they will, because we will rise. And when we arrive, we will arrive violently. ___________________________________________ Started: 10.06.15 Finished: 3.17.16

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