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"What is Man's predator?" |
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Drip. Drip.
Bones litter the floor of what seems to be a large room meant to contain liquid, the air smells heavily of water and blood, and a dirty, inky water comes up to about three feet. Rats skitter about, scavenging the corpses and bone piles.
Drip, Drip.
In one wall stands a large door, out of place with the rest of the room. It is a boring normal door at first glance, but it is completely spotless. The door looks brand new, though its been there for well over fifty years. Another wall holds a grimy observation window, one way glass.
Drip, drip. Drip, drip.
The sloshing of water can be heard. Suddenly the room has gone quiet, the rats have disappeared, the sloshing has stopped.
Drip. Drip.
In the room on the opposite side of the glass, men file in. Doctors, Scientists, Military experts. The Underworld leaders. The Governmental officials of countless countries. All sit, quietly watching the room.
Drip.
Entering the room from the simple door are thirty of the highest trained individuals on the planet. Navy SEALs, Green Berets, Martial Arts masters. Men known for killing without mercy, rapists, convicts. However, no women.
Drip.
As the men spread out, looking for the slightest movement, the slightest hint of danger, one of the scientists begins to speak.
"Charles Darwin produced the theory of Evolution, the thought that over time, all manner of things would change in order to better survive. These processes are often taken as fact in the scientific community, more so than Magic or Religion as the sources in change over time."
Drip.
"Quadrupeds became bipedial, fingers, claws, gills, mutations... these have all occured."
Drip.
"Ladies and gentlemen, fifteen years ago, we discovered a child in a remote region that lived in a swamp. Villagers, a superstitious lot that had not entered the modern age, claimed that the boy was a devil, a creature that stalked and hunted them."
Drip.
"They were right."
The men had begun to relax, had begun to think that what they were there for was simply some test of skill. Suddenly three of the condemed were pulled under the liquid, silently without a ripple. The military personnel, equipped with automatic rifles, immeadiately fired on these three area.
"The boy's genetic structure was like something never seen, it was constantly changing, evolving to reach an optimum level at which it could survive."
Drip.
One by one, the number of men was whittled down to six. One from each faction. A Navy Seal, A japanese martial arts master, A murderer, A thief, A Thai Fighting specialist, and a marksman. The six had slowly grouped together on top of a large pile of bones. A small giggle echoed around the room.
Drip.
"The boy was labled experiment 00013, Codenamed: Project Inkwell."
The water seemed to drain from the room, or more focus on a single point. as the water decreased, a figure rose.
And grinned.
"Hello." said the boy who had just killed a good twenty of the world's best fighters.
"My name is Ink."
 Azzy Rael · Tue Oct 20, 2009 @ 01:37am · 0 Comments |
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