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Edit: I've fixed the formatting for the lyrics. Sorry everyone!

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I fade away into the night,
My eyes are closing in.
Shadows are fleeing from the light,
My nightmares can begin.
Wake me can you hear me calling?
Out of darkness they come crawling.

Here I am, I am lost, in your land,
And I hope you will be, creeping in my soul,
Shadows fall, let me out, hear my call,
And I hope you will be, creeping in my soul.

Creeping In My Soul, By Christine Lorentzen.

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Prologue

Location: The Ural mountain range between Russia and Asia, Southwest of Gora Kushay.

Year 2117, August 13th, 9am.

A man wearing an immaculate white suit walked down the grey marble corridors. He had tanned skin, and silvery hair that shined under the almost blinding fluorescent lights. Beside him walked another man, wearing a black cloak with the hood up, carrying in one hand a large black briefcase that would be hard to spot against him if it weren't for the bright lights above. Many people with white lab coats and clipboards walked through the halls around the two men, hurrying to finish assignments. Many doors and hallways branched off the corridor, and while almost everyone else diverged from the hallway, the two men continued. They walked past many windows, showing a glimpse of many different experiments, all of them genetic.

The cloaked man peered through each window as they passed, fleeting glimpses of projects that could one day be unveiled. "Our latest project is just through here." Said the silver-haired man, motioning to a door. They entered it to find many computer terminals and scientists, standing around, studying details, and collecting information. The centre of attention was a large, glass tank. Inside the liquid was a pale blue colour. It was quite tall, and inside blindingly white tubes snaked from the sides and connected to a boy, no older than 16, suspended in the tank, a look of tranquillity on his upturned face. One tube connected an oxygen mask to the boys face, keeping him breathing while in his comatose state. Another one snaked under the boy's clothes, covering his chest where the heart would be. Another was not a tube, but an IV drip inserted in his wrist. There were also several needles sticking into his head, most likely connected to various parts of his brain.

"And what is this?" Asked the cloaked man coldly, as if it were not a boy in the tank, but merely a nameless thing.

"This is our prized project. He is the thirteenth person to go through this process, and the first to survive. He is a marvel, able to work in any conditions, and possesses abilities of almost superhuman nature. In a few weeks we'll take him out of stasis, and put him through the physical and mental tests, and he will follow a very strict training regime following military experts."

"What is his purpose?" The cloaked man asked.

"Why don't we go to my office and discuss the matters of funding, and I'll explain there?" Replied the silver-haired man, eager for the money. The two left and headed just down the hallway. Only moments later the cloaked man walked out, sans briefcase. He paused at the window to the boy's room. "You'd better be worth all that money." He whispered to himself before he continued down the hallway.

The boy twitched slightly, maybe trying to answer. Or maybe, he sensed his impending doom…

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Authors Note: It's short... and crappy... I need a hug X( lately I've been feeling really sad whenever I look at AkuRoku fan-fiction or fan-art -sigh-. Anyway, this is just the prologue, and I warn everyone out there that my chapters will probably also be short. A few pages at the most, maybe. Please review and tell my how I can improve. And why does Fanfiction keep eating my lines?