Coming, Coming... Gone
Summary: The Transgenics have failed in their quest to stop the Familiars from unleashing the Coming. The human race is obliterated and now the Transgenics must fight for their own survival against the Familiars in an empty world, and ultimately, for the right to control it.
Pairing: Max/Alec at some point...
Disclaimer: I don't own it
Rating: T at the moment. I'll increase it as needed.
A/N: It suddenly hit me the other night that the Transgenics might lose their fight against the Familiars to stop the Coming. I'm not sure why it's taken me soooo long to come to this quite obvious realisation. I mean, you either win or lose, right? But when I thought about it I couldn't remember ever reading a fiction where they do lose. If someone has already written a story like this, could someone please recommend it to me? I'd like to read it.
In the meantime I'm going to embark on writing my own. I'd also like to throw the challenge open to anyone else interested in writing their version of events if in fact the transgenics had failed to stop the Coming. If anyone does take up this little challenge, please let me know; I'd love to read it.
I've also included a song choice for every chapter. Feel free to ignore it – you never know though, you might find a new song you like!
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Prologue
MUSIC --- Muse: Apocalypse Please
They gathered silently on the roof of the tallest building in Terminal City and watched as it approached. Below the streets erupted in chaos. The air was thick with the stench of panic and desperation. Abandoned children lay screaming in the streets. Gangs of looters and arsonists set whole Sectors ablaze. Violence and bloodshed stained the city red as Ordinaries fought to escape through the Checkpoints; frantically fleeing on foot with only the clothes on their backs in their desperation to avoid their fate. Trying to escape the city like rats from a sinking ship.
But to no avail. Chaos reigned all around them, and there was nothing they could do to stop it. There was nothing anyone could do except wait and witness the carnage.
It was one thing to look death in the face, to stare it down, confront it head on, and fight for your very survival. It was quite another to watch helplessly from the sidelines as it came for someone else and know that there was absolutely nothing you - or them - could do to stop it.
Nothing except stand on the roof and prepare yourself for the carnage that was about to reign. To resign oneself to the guilt of being one of the few who would ultimately survive for no other reason than because of the blood that pumped through your veins. Knowing that as thousands of innocents lost their lives in an act of mass genocide, you could have stopped it. If only you'd had more time...
But time had run out. This battle they had lost. Admittedly they weren't going to be the ones that paid the ultimate price. Humanity was. But it had been the most important battle. Even the coming battle for their own survival paled in comparison to the obliteration that would be the human race in mere moments.
The world would never be the same again. In the space of a couple of seconds one comet would set in effect a chain of events that would send the world hurtling back five thousand years. Civilisation as it was known would cease to be. All because one crazy assed group of people had grandiose ideas of ruling the world.
And it looked like they were going to succeed.
To Be Continued...
A/N: A little melodramatic maybe, but I hoped it worked! Love to hear what you thought!