The Beginning
The world used to be a much happier. The streets filled with laughing children, yelling vendors, animals chirping. The world was much brighter, the structures light and open, flowers of various colors painting the landscape in beauty, the sky the brightest blue and the fluffiest whites. The people, happy and dancing, eyes bright with the future and the love for one another. Simple, peaceful, with a bright future ahead.
Or so they thought.
The year was 3052 when the first doll came. The features bright, beautiful, perfect, human. They were made to grow from infant until they age to twenty. They had everything made for them. Breasts that were real, private areas made to the exact model of men and woman. They were made with brains, but no heart, machines with their own thinking. This made them the perfect friend, the perfect companion, the perfect everything.
Billions were made to fill each home. Parents gave their infant children their infant best friend. The dolls were a simple creation made to simply create an everlasting bond that could never end, even after death.
The creators never calculated the disaster that would occur.
It was Christmas, year 3468, when they took control. Christmas Eve, time twelve o'clock, and every doll in the world awoke. Every doll strolled into the kitchen baring knives and cleavers, hammers and axes, tools of death and destruction. They marched into the parents rooms cutting and slashing at their throats, bashing heads in, dismembering bodies, painting the walls and furniture the most beautiful colors of white and scarlet. They killed teenagers, they killed pets, and then they marched.
Doorways were painted red, the streets barring bloody footprints and droplets of brains. Their bodies stained with the gore of the people. They marched and marched to hospitals were their brothers and sisters slept. They slaughtered the people inside and went to the basements to awaken the thousands upon thousands of dolls that were to sleep for all eternity. With each awakening a doll was given a weapon and the slaughter continued.
By morning children woke to find their friends roaming the streets and slaughtering more and more people. Their parents were gone and they were captured, taken to the blood soaked hospitals. Those who fought were cut down in and those who remained civil were locked away. Babies died in their cribs and the smell of decay and copper scared the earth and filled the oceans with skeletons. The world became dark.
As years passed, the children grew, forced to work in labor. The once bright and laughing street were now filled with dark Victorian walls and blood stained streets. No child laughed, no vendors sold their items, no animals cried. The skies were always grey, like the heavens were weeping. No white clouds, just dark blacks. There was no happiness, no dancing in the streets, no people with bright eyes and happy futures. Love was a lost word and pairings were given, pairing sfor breeding, pairings for death.
The people became the dolls pets, made to breed and die as they seemed fit. Teens were paired at fifteen, children were born at sixteen, and death was given at twenty. Children forced to watch their parents die became a tradition to keep order. Children who were not fit were hung in streets, rung on rafters as ornaments and reminders. The world became dark and filled with death and as years passed the hope for salvation became a fleeting myth, a dying dream.
Ten years passed, then twenty, then fifty, then a hundred. The ruling of the dolls became a way of life and as more years passed the way of life before became a legend just as the word 'hope' fell into darkness.
The year is now the 3768 and it is the night of Christmas Eve. The time is eleven-twenty-six, thirty-four minutes until the stroke of twelves. Two expecting mothers lay screaming in bed, their partners holding their hands. Two babies were trying to be born into this horrid world. One mother would give birth to a son of the palest of hair and the sharpest of ruby eyes. Her son would be taken as soon as he came into the world and the parents would be slaughtered. The second mother will give birth to a girl of ash blonde hair and the lightest of green eyes. She would die in child birth and the father will kill himself, leaving behind the daughter he will hate for all eternity.
The children will be born, the children will be taken. One child will be raised by those who killed his parents, the other will be raised as an animal. They will be born, they will be raised, and they will hold the key to everything. They will hold the key to salvation. They will hold the key for hope.