The blonde man scratched his head. Indecision had struck. His azure eyes glowed in the darkness of the room, only being lit by a single lamp, which flickered inconsistently. He looked down at his test subject, sprawled upon the examination table.
"What should I do?" he asked his partner, who reluctantly stepped out of the shadows.
"I don't think this is right," he said, with compressed confidence. The blonde glared down his brunette partner.
"Do you want to save the human race or not?!" he retorted.
"What does this have to do with saving our race?!" the brunette snapped, never before raising his voice. They were so warped into their verbal battle, that they hadn't noticed the changing test subject. Abnormally coloured skin, slit pupils, and disproportioned body parts, growing haywire, and lashing out, the mutilated subject whipped the blonde and brunette across the room.
"Is that going to save the human race?" the latter quoted.
The ground was dry, cracked and barren, though the sun was continually smuggled by never ending clouds of dust and ashes. Buildings were haunted by nothingness, and were either burnt or run down. On the roads, vehicles were turned over, and everything was silenced.
From behind a rock in the streets she hid. Her fire arm already set up at a specific angle, her black tail swinging in apprehension. She looked at her target with a smirk.
"There you are, Blue Bird."
Two shots were fired at another being, dressed in a blue denim mini skirt, that was as short as her underwear, and a thin tube top, nearly showing off all of her breasts. An indigo tail and wings projected from her back, and they flapped as she dodged with a shriek, the two bullets aimed at her. She growled.
" Ichigo, you ass!" She screamed in the direction of where the bullets were dislodged. The named individual kneeled up from behind the rock, her cleavage bouncing as she laughed.
"Where's the Green Bitch, Mint?" Ichigo sneered, her tail twitched, and her ears folded back as she pointed her machine gun at Mint. She was about to speak, but they heard shuffling to the side of them.
A knee-length booted leg was seen.
"There, dammit!" Ichigo pointed her gun at the booted leg, and fired three rounds at it. Three bullet holes were formed in the wall behind the rock where the leg jutted out from. Suddenly, there was a green blur and continuous rounds fired at Ichigo and Mint. Ichigo reloaded her gun, while Mint pulled out her rifle from its holster, that was slung over her shoulder.
But, instead of pointing at the one who was firing at her, she turned to Ichigo, who had just finished loading her weapon.
"It's over for you and your damned Irios." Just as Mint was a about to pull her trigger, a yellow flash knocked ichigo down.
"Pudding!" Ichigo whispered. The young blonde looked at her with a cheeky smile.
"I'm just in time, aren't I, na no da?" she asked. Ichigo smiled, but then it faded.
"We need to find Lettuce."
"Ichigo! You better get your fat cat ass out here…" Ichigo and pudding heard Mint shout. They stood up.
Before them, was Mint, a few feet away from them, and in front of her, was a tall lilac haired teenager, dressed in purple shorts- which were extremely short- and a purple strapless bra.
Under her right, biker booted foot, was an unconscious teen, dressed in a green crop top, camouflage leggings- one legs purposely longer than the other- and green knee-length boots.
Pudding stared, horrified, and Ichigo sighed.
"Great. Zakuro's here."
A/N: And again, my prologues are forever short, but at least it might have given you a general idea of what I'm trying to do. This is my latest plot bunny, and I just wanted to get it off my mind. It's a two part story, so let me know if I should continue, please.