Prologue
The moon sat comfortably on its apex in the black sky looking over a cement and steel fortress that lay hidden among rolling hills. It's light cast ominous shadows upon the secret facility that let off no light. Four towering brick walls surrounded the groups of buildings that made up the classified area. Clad with electrical barbed wire, the walls would have sent a shiver down the spine of any average civilian. Two shadows could be made out creeping alongside the south wall. Stealthily, they moved, cross stepping, almost dancing their way to the secured entrance; avoiding the pressure plates that would blow someone to bits if stepped on.
Continuing their odd dance, the shadows made their way to the mechanical steel gates that guarded the only entrance to the facility. When they had reached the intimidating, ominous barrier, the larger of the two figures pulled their right hand up to their left wrist to steady their arm. They then, carefully using a laser that was built into what looking like a watch, cut a six-foot rectangle through the steel door. Seeing that they had done a decent job, the larger figure motioned to their companion to lead the way into the secret area. The smaller figure adjusted the black hard covered backpack, which held a vital part of their mission, and pushed their way through the opening. The larger figure looked around once more and quickly followed their partner.
The two made their way to one of the smaller buildings right side of the main facility. When they got to the front glass doors that were rigged with heat sensors and a highly encrypted lock pad. Placing a circular device onto the lock pad, the figures stepped back and waited until they heard a slight beep from the device that signaled them that the door had been unlocked and the alarm system had been disabled. Using their gloved hand, the larger figure opened the reinforced glass door and held it for the smallest of the pair. Again, the smaller figure led the way, into the building. Waiting for their partner, the smaller figure took off the ski mask that hid their features from any security cameras or drones that may have flown overhead.
As the mask of the smaller person disappeared, their features were visible by the low lit blue light that lined the dry dement walls. Shoulder length raven hair that was pulled back into a ponytail revealed the features of a beautiful woman. A slightly rounded jaw, button nose, beautifully arching eyebrows and sparkling green eyes extenuated her slim, athletic figure. The larger figure followed suit. Brown hair, cold green eyes, a strong jaw and a hairline that was pulled back above his forehead, along with his well toned body, gave the man an aura of command. Eyes meeting, the man and woman simultaneously unhooked the guns that were strapped to their hips. Pointing their guns towards the ground, they proceeded deep into a labyrinth of hallways.
Upon making a flurry of turns through the dimly lit hallways, the couple finally reached their destination. A grey metal sliding door with an odd symbol upon it stood in front of them. The man stepped up to the computerized lock that protected the contents of the room that was guarded by the door. Holding up one of his gloved hands, his fingers flurried as they worked to break the code. While he was working at the door, the woman stood guard, ready to kill if someone were to find them.
A loud beeping noise rang through the cement building, emanating from the steel door. The pair remained calm, despite of the alarming sound. Pressing a button on the side of the panel, the man turned off the annoying noise. Grabbing a latch that was in the center if the door, the man manually pulled the door open, entering immediately; checking the hallway one more time, the woman cautiously followed. Once the door was closed, the man went straight towards the largest piece of equipment in the room. Standing, much like a centerpiece at an art exhibit, the machine was nothing ordinary. Its base was four square feet of white metal, which held up a slight elevated platform the same size. On each side of the platform was a cylindrical rod that curved up to seven feet. Neatly spaced up the rods were smaller prongs that looked as if they emitted some for of electrical charge. A flurry of wires came out of the side of the machine and hooked up to a table-top key board and automated screen ten feet away; it was here that the man stood, furiously typing.
His partner was a few feet behind him, knelt by the door with the hard-covered backpack on the ground in front of her. Pulling the zipper open, she reached into the backpack and pulled out a clear, peanut shaped object. A foot long and seven inches in diameter at the ends and five in the middle, the object resembled that of a case. Two black clasps held the case closed. On the farther end of the case, a black rectangular jutted out from the bottom of the large peanut. A tube attached itself between the box and the very top of the case. A large white O could be read on the outside of the black box.
Picking up the case and holding it in her hands, the woman stroked the front of it, her eyes gazing down into the hazy glass-like material with a mixture of love and sadness. Her eye were drawn away from the case when a loud humming echoed throughout the room, letting her, and her partner know that the machine was ready for use. Walking over to the man, case still in hand, the woman started to feel her eyes swell with tears that threatened to overflow.
Looking up from the table, the man saw the pain and sorrow that he felt emanating in his partners eyes. Pressing a few more buttons, he walked over to her, his arms outstretched, offering a loving embrace. Swiftly moving into his arms, she grasped the case to her chest and let out a choked sob. Soothingly rubbing her back, the man kissed the top of her head before nestling his face into her hair, pulling her tighter yet into his chest.
"It's for the best Mary, it's the only way to keep her safe." The man whispered into her hair. Letting out another sob, Mary tried to pull herself together long enough to reply.
"Why did you have to do this Richard, why does it have to be this way?" She choked out between sobs. Richard did not answer, but he could feel the guilt build up inside of him. Letting go of Mary, Richard walked back to the keyboard, making some final preparations.
Upon finishing his prep work, Richard turned to Mary, silently telling her to put the case on top of the platform in the middle of the machine. Mary merely clutched the case tighter to her bosom, shaking her head in silent defiance. Richard's shoulders seemed to deflate as he walked over to Mary, holding out his arms, beckoning her to give him the case. Her arms shaking, she stretched her arms forward, giving the object to Richard. Crumpling to the floor in a wrenching heap, Mary could not find the energy to move.
After placing the capsule on the platform, Richard moved back to the keyboard, pressing a few more buttons and turning some dials. His right hand moved to a blue square button, that when pressed, would seal fate forever. Looking over sadly to Mary, who could be heard crying softly "My baby, my little girl," Richard felt the knot in his stomach twist and tighten. His finger barely twitched as he pressed the button.
A flash of light emanated from the machine, blinding both Richard and Mary. When the light had cleared, the capsule was gone, and the ghost of a whisper could be heard on the slight breeze that the machine had left.
"I did it to protect her."
(A/N): Hi,
Okay so this is my first multi chapter, actually-has-a-plot, fic on here. I will try to update weekly.
Please let me know what you think of the story.