Claymore Part 1: The Forth to Rise
This takes place during the warrior rebellion in chapters 114-116. This is my hopes/ predictions. Point of view: 3rd person Daae, scientist of the Organization.
The man in black watched as his comrades left in a frantic, horrified manner. For he had just told them that the three number ones he made were released, and that they are likely to awaken. The others were terrified. Yet his face held a smile.
Perhaps, he thought, the 3 number ones will most likely awaken. However, creating them was not my original intensions. And I do not mind what happens to them.
He looked out the stone window at his creations, his beautiful creations. A horrid scream that came for outside. The could not stand watching them, he had other, far greater things to accomplish.
With a quick, awkward movement, he turned away from the window and started down the dark, ominous hallway toward his room. A smile still rested on his face.
The smell of dead corpses greeted him as he walked inside. The aroma always had pleased him, he made sure that their were no windows in the room, so that the smell would be preserved. Caskets were spread over the floor, taking up most of the space. That is the way he liked it. All of the past number ones' bodies were carefully placed inside each coffin. His work. His pride and joy. How dare the organization tell him only to make three come back to life. He should make more. And more. More. More. How dare they tell him not to.
I will make each and everyone of them walk the earth again.
He slowly paced o across the room toward a specially marked casket.
More. More.
For awhile, he just stood their. Staring at the coffin. Wondering how much the body had decomposed. Wondering what she would be like if she awakened. Finally he could not take it anymore. With sweat running down his face, he flung the coffin and watched if fall and shatter on the floor.
"She has hardly changed." he muttered under his breath as he stared at her body. The head was perfectly severed, and was resting on the left side of the body. A portion of the neck was missing, so that it could be placed into another. That was the only disproportion. They whole body was perfect. No cuts, no bruises, nothing. Perfection. She was perfect. He could hardly take it.
He turned and reached into his shirt pocket, and calmly pulled out a small glass container. A perfect pointer finger rested inside the tube. He admired it. It was powerful indeed. He did not know who, or what, it belonged to... however, whatever it was, it was the most powerful thing on the island. An it was the key to resurrection.
Daae let out a small laugh as he opened the tube and watched as the finer slid out onto his hand.
perfect. It is complete perfection. They last bit that i have. I am glad i get to bring her back.
He turned to the corpse and reached and stroked her cheek. My greatest creation. You will hold life once again.
"You will be alive soon...
Teresa.."