Prologue
-1 There was a murky gloom in the sky as the deafening flaps of a crow circled the perimeter of a seemingly ordinary building. There were various flashes from large motor engines, along with the sound of sobs, shrieks, rebuke, and worry. These sounds lurked in the sky as the crow finally found an open window where the most mysterious was occurring. Inside the darkened and hidden corridors of the hospital an ostensibly associate was tediously scrutinizing his work and revising chemical compounds as well as muttering foreign words that no anthropologist would know, not even a linguist. As he continued to work his assistant entered the corridors and examined the room.
"How's the progress?" asked the assistant. Dressed in a black and red outfit with a black and silver frilly skirt, her gaze was as still as a deer's gaze watching for predators and her face as light as a full moon. "My plan is almost complete and I finish I will be able to wreak havoc across the universe and the world will be in my complete control." The malicious villain smirked as he finished the last of his work. Wearing the lab coat he normally wears during the day as a doctor, those who passed by the corridor doors paid no mind toward him but to his assistant who works as a nurse during the daylight hours. Alert as she is, she slowly turned towards the open door so she wouldn't admit more suspicion and softly locked the door. Quickly she turned towards the villain and narrowed her wide open eyes at him. Her face no longer appeared like the full moon but lost its life making her pale skin seem dim. "You shouldn't leave the door wide open like that. It can draw suspicion and unsuspected guests." Her gaze still as stilled gray water. "Well? Don't you have a reply?" Her voice quivered from the fact she was scorned by the way she was glanced from the passer byers. She played with her mousse gel hair that stood proud and high on the top of her head as a pony tail. The smell of her hair filled the room of chemicals with the scent of exotic passion fruit and tropical flowers. "Put your pass in your behind." grumbled the villain. His hair was as soft as a freshly dried teddy bear and was in a Wolverine style with a streak of dyed silver hair at the middle of it. * "Now we can begin the ceremony."
His assistant gazed at the room full of multicolored tangled wires and the blinking of operating machines. The room was dim with only a
* Wolverine style refers to the hair style of the Wolverine from the X-men.