What is the meaning of life?
I live for one reason, For finding that out…
And as soon as I speak the answer, my life will end with the satisfaction of knowing such useful information.
I will treasure it forevermore…
"There's a breach of mutants in sector 18" A man in white barked to his master.
Infront of him was a large seat was placed with his master sitting inside of it, smoking a rich sigar with one hand and holding a small glass of vodka in the other. He had messy blonde hair and green eyes with a smirk upon his face, a filthy smirk.
"How many is there, and what class?" the master asked after taking a sip of his vodka.
"Atleast 40 rook class" the man answered, hiding fear in his voice.
The master chuckled and a smirk formed on his face. He took a mighty puff of his cigar and dropped it in his glass, making it hiss.
"All is fine, use experiment 10 to dispose of them" he spoke shortly.
The man gasped, "Experiment 10? Isn't that a little drastic? I heard it doesn't work well with humans"
"Calm down, if you give her a little 'encouragement' then she should do whatever you want…" he reassured him while twirling the cigar in his glass.
"It's not that easy! Sir you don't seem to be taking into consideration that such an unstable monster might wipe out not only the demons but the whole city if we don't have it locked up!" the man argued but gasped again when suddenly his master pointed a gun at him with the hammer cocked.
"Just do it." The master growled and immediately, the man walked out the door and shut it.
The man sighed and brushed his black fringe out of his face and opened his brown eyes to see many glass cells down a never-ending hall. Water dripped from the ceiling and there was always a fowl stench, similar to rotting flesh.
The man gulped and stepped down the hall, not noticing many mutated and dead monsters inside the cells.
"One…Two…Three…" He counted the numbers ontop of each of the cells.
"Eight…Nine…" He stopped at one and turned to the tenth cell, its light was blown so the cell was flooded in darkness. The man squinted his eyes and one golden eye began to open in the midst of the darkness.
"Here human… food" the man gulped when he heard a deep growl emit from the cell and a pale hand is pressed against the glass.
"Food…" The monster growled and another glowing eye opened to look directly at his cowering being.
He whimpered slightly when a pink tongue ran up the dirty glass, accompanied by a second hand, "I taste you now…" it hissed and he shook his head to stop his shaking.
"Experiment 10, I am not a meal" he said sternly and he saw the tongue pause and then part from the glass.
"What then?" the monster snarled.
"There have been an outbreak of your kind, and so far your what the master considers is the best way to 'dispose' of them" He continued, "I'll give you a reward if you do it"
Under the black covers the monster gave a toothy grin, revealing four fangs amongst flat teeth. The monster licked its grey lips and stood up straight, "Ok, I do it for reward"
The man nodded and unlocked the cell door and slowly opened it