Chapter One

The Works Of A Villain

Noman could feel nothing; he could hear nothing; the only thing he could taste if he opened his mouth was an unbearable cold. His brain had started hibernating at least four or five months ago, and he could remember nothing.

He had been in a state of stasis for too long, and all his inner self saw was a frightening darkness. Then, he heard a pressing sound, and a hiss of gas release. His eyes instinctively opened; he started to breathe, and his brain pushed back into life.
He was alive again.
Noman looked around at the six similar pods near him, apparently on a conveyor belt.
I wonder... Noman thought.

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Peaceful oblivion, at last. Was he dead? The last thing he could remember was falling into this pod-thing. It didn't matter either way-he didn't have to suffer anymore, at least. Suffer from what?

He...couldn't remember. Oh well. Didn't matter. He would die soon, hopefully, and be back with..who again? People...very close to him. Why was this taking so long? It was quiet, and dark, and cold, so why wasn't he dying? It didn't feel like it. Either way, he liked this state of cold peacefulness.

He couldn't remember a few things, but Death was coming soon. Hopefully. Why did he want Death again? He'd forgotten. Wait, who was he? Himself. Atron. Yes, that was his name.

A sound of hissing suddenly came to his ears. What was that? Sound. He hadn't heard it in so long. Something opened behind him-a door. He'd fallen into the pod face-first. Atron pushed himself up and out, shaking, the wishful thoughts of Death suddenly disappearing as hatred suddenly filled his chest. Hatred of...Wyres? Flash of memory-a look-alike telling him not to trust Wyres or Otax. Who were they? Another memory-cowering, hiding, watching...Wyres, kill...the people close to him. Atron knew now-a purpose, at least. Kill the Wyres, hate the Wyres. Avenge his family. Yes.

Atron looked around, saw another person. Flames on his clothing. He stared silently, taking in this other person. Person, not Wyre. Person was not dangerous. "Not dangerous," he whispered, trying his voice out. It'd been a long time, apparently...

Noman barely registered the new arrival. As it suddenly fell into place, he leapt back, startled.

"Whe... When did you get here?" Noman demanded, stepping forwards, brandishing his fists, in case the strange, pale teenager was hostile. "Tell me!" He said, edging further forward.

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Complete silence filled the air around her. She felt it, the peaceful aura that wrapped her all this time. "Where am I...?" she asked herself as she slowly opened her eyes. The door in front of her slowly opening and letting her out of the pod... Making her feel a little too dizzy from the sudden light that burst into the pod where she was hibernating in. She landed on the ground gracefully, with the tip of her toe. She turned around to see one guy with flames on his outfit and on the other side a guy with dark gray hair. "Er... Hello there?" she felt awkward, and she could not exactly remember a thing - except for a name, Ellone.

"My name is Ellone, who are you?" she smiled and waved, she could not bother to do anything else and if she were to do something else - it was trying to recover her memories before she happened to be at such a strange place. She could remember being pulled in, however; nothing more than that. Those two guys that could have possibly woken up from the pods must know - in a way but she decided not to ask so straightaway. She skidded a little to one side clumsily, it was strange for her as she felt a little alien with the body. Ellone could not feel any more dizzy than she was at that moment - she could not recover even a single memory other than being pulled in!

Ellone turned to see other pods; but they were unawakened yet, not like her and the two guys. "Do any of you have an idea of what happened before this? Or rather, before we hibernated inside of these strange pods?" she touched her lip with the tip of her fingers - it felt rather strange as she was feeling partly numb but why was she there? Was there a reason why?

Realising that yet another person had emerged from the pods, he shrugged before he got an answer, pushed Atron away with a hand, and turned to the other.

"I'm Noman; we just got out, too. We don't know why we're here, but I suspect that someone's gonna show up and tell us."

It took her even a while to register the name into her head, her usually thick head. "Ah, Noman; it is nice to know you!" she smiled, and then it struck her, "What about the other guy?" her head cocked to one side, she felt like she needed time to think through of this - what will happen after this? And again, why were they there? "Such as who?" she asked when he said that he expected someone to come into the scene and then tell them everything - but she was not so sure; so she just held her chin with her right hand that recovered from the numbness.

"I wonder who else... Are there?" she asked herself as she turned around to see the rest of the pods. "Why these guys?" she turned to them with thoughtful and concentrated eyes. She felt like the serious part of her was coming to the senses - but now, even with all her might, she could only remember her own personality and how to act as herself. She was being such a girl there she might as well be left out. "I'm not shy but it'll be almost awkward if I was to hang out with a bunch of guys that I barely even know... Where was I from anyways?", she had been thinking pretty lot she did not even realize it...

"I don't know who that is; but something tells me he's not the most social person in the world. And, as for who's gonna show up; well, I dunno, but I just have a feeling that someone will. Well, I'm gonna go explore. Wanna come along?" Noman asked, holding out his hand.

Icathus' eyes fluttered open, he jerked his arms and legs forward smashing against the door of the pod opening it instantly. Wildly he looked around, fear began to grip him, he couldn't remember where he was or why he was here, something was wrong.

He gripped the sides of the pod using what little strength he had to pull himself out. His feet landed on the ground with a soft thud but he had no strength to support himself, he dropped to the ground on his knees using his hands to brace himself by placing them forward to catch himself.

"..." He tried to form words but nothing came, the fear he felt before now increased, fear of what happened to him, fear of where he was and most of all, fear of the people standing infront of him.

2 guys and one girl. They seemed to be talking but like his voice, he couldn't make out what they were saying, adverse side effects from the cold sleep.

Then, without warning, everything flooded back to him, his voice, his hearing and his strength. "ARGH!!" He let out a loud scream as his body began to adapt to the environment, his ears were extremely sensitive and every noise had been amplified by at least one hundred times, leaving him injured and a little dazed. His body had regained it's strength but in return an intense heat now swelled within him and he felt as though he was going to be burned alive.

It all subsided as quickly as it came, he took one more look around before collapsing face first onto the concrete floor below him.

As the fourth child emerged, he started screaming frantically. Noman ran towards him, crouching by the writhing teen who had just fallen unconscious.

"Well," Noman said. "he's obviously more sensitive to it than us."