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From the Depths of Hell
Prologue
June 7, 2001
Do you know what it feels like when the foundations of your entire world were destabilized right where you stood? The people you had so faithfully obeyed against your own internal ethical battles, deserted you to your deserved fate? Such is the company I work for. Such is the price I paid for the vanity of my self-importance. My career.
An explanation is in order. I will have to be brief though. I fear I do not have much time left.
It is human nature to capture, rule and destroythat which we do not understand or what we perceive as a threat. Human beings are the dominant species on the Earth and it was not through sunshine and love that we reached this point in our time on this planet. In a kill or be killed world, our species have grown cruel and self obsessed
Quite content with power struggles, prejudices, poverty and warfare, our kind only strive to be the best and to have the most for ourselves We forget about the world around us and the life that it sustains. We have plundered and pillaged our way through history and now we are at a crucial brink in our human evolution.
Do we as a race accept that which we did not know of much less understand Can we manage to tolerate and live with the presence of those who are different? I wish I could see the day when tolerance and peace reign in this world.
But I am afraid that will not happen. As I write this, I am awaiting my end. Strange figures have entered the labs in this bunker and as I write this, they are systematically annihilating anyone they see.
We were wrong to think that we could control the captured ones. We underestimated our abilities and now our experiments wereout of control.
Once random people from such a different world than ours, a world where fairytales of magic and dragons seem to exist, we captured and enslaved a fair few of these beings called wizards and witches.
The experiments we forced upon their persons were tortuous at best. Several corpses had to be removed on a regular basis, but for every one we lost, a replacement would be assured.
We could not duplicate their "magic" and so we turned to an intensive reprogramming of the brain. We tried extensive memory erasing to allow us better control but somehow they were resistant and retained their memories and everything that we have done to them. Authorized actions against them or not. We managed to turn them into what one could call super soldiers. Magic wielding super soldiers
Ones with a serious grudge.
A massive outbreak occurred after approximately nine months of their forced participation in our accelerated combat program. The perfect soldier the military crowed. An unstoppable foe, one which had never been unleashed on the world.
We made the grave error in assuming that our prisoners were compliant and docile. Now, we are all paying with our lives. War has been declared by the magical wizards and wizards against us ordinary people.
We simply cannot defend ourselves against the sheer rage we fight against. I suppose that if I had been taken from my home, my world, tortured and trained to kill, I would be quite angry as well. I cannot fault them for that.
In the end it does not matter. I will meet my demisejust like my fellow colleagues already have done.
Ahhhh, here comes my executioner now. I should have expected her. Her or her cellmate. Both were powerful and formidable in their own rights. Though, this one was definitely the one that everyone wisely feared upon first meeting her, unlike her cellmate, who was deceptive and vengeful in her own way. But this one, her crazed laugh and the demonic gleam that seemed to shine through her eyes were unnerving to the entire staff in Bunker Four. She was feared and treated with kid gloves.
After she killed McPherson in cold blood, that is.
This is the end.
Strangely, this darkly insane and beautiful woman is allowing me to finish this entry. I find myself rushing through these words in the hope that my acquiesce would somehow make my passing easy.
Though I do not deserve it. And I do not think it will be.
In this journal you will find daily detailed notes on our experiments and scientific altering we have done to the prisonersIt also is a testimony to some to the unspeakable things my colleagues did voluntarily to the captivesCaptives such as this dark Angel of Death before me. Only too late do I realize the staggering truth.
We were wrong. We will lose this war and our world will never be the same.
That is the little bit of our world that will survive.
I hope that in the future someone will read of our folly and not allow history to repeat itself. Genocide is never the option. No matter the extent of our fear.
My executioner twitches impatiently. It is time to leave this world
Farewell my friends. I accept my death calmly and with the knowledge that I hold no ill will for the judgment delivered by this particular witch.
Though I wish for you to heed my last words:
Run.
Run for your continued survival.
I am sorry for our mistakes. I only hope that we did not drive all that is good and merciful out of them.
If so…
God help us all.
Dr. Joseph Miller
Head of Genetic Research
Wheaton and Caliph Industries
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October 2000
Hermione ducked away from the morbid looking purple hex thrown her way by her deadly opponent.
"Is the little mudblood getting tired?"
Gritting her teeth, the beautiful twenty-one year old refused to give hint of her exhaustion. She had been dueling with the insane Bellatrix Lestrange for almost twenty minutes. Their battle was skilled and intense. They paid no heed to their surroundings only each of them concentrating on the opposing witch.
Beyond the history with the Veil and Sirius almost six years back, Bellatrix had been responsible for the torture and mutilation of several former members of the D.A. who after Hogwarts had joined the Order of the Phoenix. During several battles between the Death Eaters and the Order, Hermione constantly found herself the favorite opponent of the older deadly witch.
She shouldn't have been so surprised. She did manage to hex the witch unconscious several times. Of course Voldemort's unnaturally strong interest in the former Head Girl, if you believed some of the deeply planted Order spies, did not help her case either with Bellatrix.
Ducking another particularly nasty hex, the honey-eyed witch sent a curse of her own soaring towards Lestrange. She was tiring and her deadly opponent knew it. Freshly back from another skirmish, the curly-haired witch hadn't had a half-hour to recuperate before being called to this assignment. She desperately needed a well-deserved rest and would not be able to look for the comforts of her cozy flat until she put Bellatrix down.
"Muddy, muddy little girl. You can't beat me, so why even try?"
Gritting her teeth at the sing-song voice of her opponent, Hermione fired off another hex.
"You have to do better than that little girl!"
A loud cry was heard from her left and automatically the curly haired witch turned to look. Seizing her chance, Bellatrix shot a slicing hex towards her opponent. Seeing the hex thrown her way, Hermione barely managed to dive out of the way, the curse grazing her arm. Wincing from both the impact of her dive and the hex, she reached for her wand which had rolled a few feet away from her reach.
Another shout reached her ears and this time it had come from her opponent. Staggering to her feet holding her bloody arm, the amber eyed witch turned just in time to see Lestrange collapse and a figure in muggle fatigues standing over her prone form.
"What the…"
A heavy blow to her temple swiftly cut her off as blinding pain exploded in her head. She saw the ground rushing up to meet her before all went dark.
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A/N: Welcome to my new story From the Depths of Hell! I have not given up on Legacy, I am just considering if I should take it back to the drawing board. As I was weighing the pros and cons of doing that, the idea for this tale popped into my head. I am debating on whether this should be a LM/HG pairing or a DM/HG one.
This is just the Prologue as I am trying to see if there is enough interest in this to go with it. I realize that this Chapter is MUCH shorter than I usually write, but consider it a story teaser. So with that said, PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!
And as always,
THANKS FOR READING EVERYONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
F.L.