umm.. ok this is the prologue and i worked really hard on it! As u can probably tell i need an editor... badly. yes, i KNOW she is naked but it's because she's a 'newborn' Chimera! They aren't 'born' with clothes on, ok? Ya this seems kind of similar to the Chimera from FMA but, trust me, there is no Alchemy in this story at all! and Chimera r considered more of a species than abominations... mehhh, please just read and if u'd be kind, review.

From BloodThirstyPastry with loves,

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Prologue

Blip.

I stared down at what I'm certain was the ground; cold cracked tile met my touch. 'Red' was the first thing that appeared into my slowly clearing mind; through blurred vision, 'red' was all there was. A musty stench slithered to my nose, causing my body to twitch. Zigzags of pain rushed into every limb. This felt strange, as if my blood was trying to break out of my skin. Wobbling slightly, I managed to acknowledge the fact I was on my hands and knees, through the agony that seemed to travel like whirlpools throughout my flesh. Blinking desperately, I cleared my eyes of most of their fuzziness and focused on the floor.

drip.

I watched as drops of crimson flew to my hand. 'This hand...was human! But, that's what it was supposed to be! Human, like me…' But somehow that fact troubled and disturbed me to my very bones. A panicked confusion washed over my thoughts as massive amounts of adrenaline entered my system, giving my muscles the strength to turn over into a sitting position, my bottom resting on my feet. 'But - that isn't quite right!' I envisioned the proper stance, my feet should be at my sides when I sit, but on my feet? 'This shouldn't be possible… should it?'

'Wait! What am I thinking? If my legs were at my sides, I would be squatting. This is so confusing! Ugh!' My head feels as though it had gone through a blender. '...And this pain…' My thoughts were cut short as I had just turned to look myself over.

There, at the base of my spine, as if it had always been there, was a bushy gray tail. My eyes bulged out of their sockets as I saw it twitch when I contracted the muscles that I refused to believe were wrapped around the bones inside it. I sat in terror feeling like stranger in my own body. 'This was not right. I'm human. But, wait, no. I think...'

'I think I'm a wolf, or was one at least. These hands, these legs, this face, are all human. So, that obviously means that I, myself am a human. But...' I suddenly grew nauseous and held my stomach, ignoring the pulsing pain that came with the action. There was blood caked all over me. Why?

For the first time, I took in the details of the room I was in, though God only knew how I'd gotten there. It was fairly small, square-shaped, and furnished with little more than bare walls, almost ivory in color. I guessed that at a point they had once been white; the badly scuffed, cold, pale burgundy, tiled floor, was cracked in many places, though I took note that where I lay it resembled the crater of a powerful impact; the fizzing, flickering light attatched to the ceiling above me; and the rough wooden table. The table stood near the closed door against the wall, a blue cloth partially draped over it. I momentarily turned to the door beside it; the lock on the door knob was steel, as was the rest of the door. Dents and slashed marks marked the lower half of the entrance.

I clutched my belly tightly as I attempted to stand. All the muscles in my legs trembled from using great force to lift my form. I stumbled a few steps before I regained my balance. I refused to waste time arguing with myself as to whether or not this was the right way to stand. I found the confusion only worsened the throbbing ache that pounded through my skull with every heartbeat. Beads of sweat littered my forehead as I inched closer to the table, seeing that it had other things resting on its surface other than the cloth. When I had finally reached the wooden structure, I wheezed heavily and dropped back to my knees, outstretching my arms accross the table. After catching my breath, I slowly raised my head to view the objects beside my hands.

At this point I felt a bite of shock nip at my guts as I saw my right hand - it had gray fur, like that of my tail. There was a lot of blood caked all over it and the nails on each "finger" were sharp and pointed in to the shape of a claw. It looked as if a wolf paw had been fused into my hand… That's when the memories flooded back to my brain, and oh, how I wished I had never recovered them. It was somewhat in pieces; some parts were blank, like a skipping needle on a record; but I had more than enough to recall what had happened.

I was a little girl, about six years old, named Lina, and I think I was kidnapped. Someone else was with me. But, I don't know who it was. Back then, I was a wolf, around three years old, a full grown adult alpha. I had been shot by a rifle, damaging several organs in my body, then put into a cage.

After, I ended up in this room. There I was, both Lina and wolf, or rather was met for the first and last time. That's when a paunchy-looking man in a torn lab coat had come in. He was saying something, something about blood, and things called "Chimera". The last thing I remember before I found myself here on the tile, was a comforting calmness. That person and animal I am... No - was -...was unafraid to die. 'I think - I think they were ready for death… Why?'

I dropped my gaze to my feet, now finding little shock that my left leg was the same as my right arm - covered in fur, blood, and claws. I fought the straining pain that intensified the force of gravity pushing my limbs towards the Earth. Lifting my chin onto the edge of the table, my vision was met by a piece of mirror. It was a peculiar thing to find in a place like this, I assumed. It was shaped like an oblong triangle, a little bigger than my hand. Curiosity momentarily replaced the dread and sad confusion that was welled up inside of me, as I reached my hand for the chunk of glass and dragged it into my arms.

I tilted it closer to me, wondering what sort of face would be looking back at mine. To my relief, no monstrous creature peered through the mirror; I looked like Lina, well sort of. The only differences were the fluffy ears perking out from the top of my head, and the golden iris of my right eye. My other eye shone emerald green, and my hair, although matted and crusted with blood, was brunette as they had always been. I frowned at my reflection. 'What am I?' I pondered numbly.

I examined the rest of my limbs, pushing the mirror farther away. To my great embarrassment, I realized I was naked! Though the emotion was somehow foreign, I quickly snatched the navy blue cloth, which was some sort of blanket, off the table, wrapping it around my shoulders. I looked at the streaks of blood that flowed down my cheeks and neck. My heart skipped a beat as I grasped the fact that the blood all over my body was not coming from any cuts! I lifted a finger to smudge one of the ruby trickles and stared at it for a moment. 'Why was I bleeding if I wasn't cut? Why was I here? Why did everything hurt?!' My body shuddered as I felt the fatigue I had been holding back take hold of me. My head landed with a thud on the floor. My vision blurred again as everything around me grew very dark...

"Hey, little girl! Are you really giving up so fast? I came here because I sensed something… useful. I traced it through this dump and here I find you. Heh, Lina had a nice scream," someone said, theyr voice extremely close.

I forced my head to lift and my eyelids to raise as I saw a winged reptile floating in front of me. It was about half my size, though this was not its prominent feature. Its wide grin revealed four rows of large, sharp teeth. A chill ran along my spine only when I spotted the two-inch long canines that glowed white in the flickering light of the room.

"Wh-o… a-are… you?" I managed to whisper in a tired tone. This creature appeared to be dragon. 'But how did it get in this room? And why did I only notice it now? There was no way it could have gotten past the steel door, so how…?' The creature glided closer to me. I winced as I failed at an attempt to scoot away from it. Something about this dragon made me very uneasy. It grinned wider; its violet eyes shimmered as its slitted pupils stared into my round ones. Its scales were a deep Pursian blue, which seemed to add to the feeling that the creature belonged in the shadows. The thorn-like horns at each of its wings' wrists were a chlorophyll green. Through my fuzzy vision, I took note of some form of writing on the center of the skin of each of the gargoyle-like wings. I focused hard, trying to decipher what words were. After a moment, I realized the writing was of another language I could not comprehend. It was in fact, basic Chinese characters, though I could never know.

"Who am I?" the dragon repeated, "Surely even a child like you must have heard of demons? I, myself am a dragon demon, though my normal form is far more human in appearance. I'm only stuck like this because I was - robbed of much of my strength, as were my brethren, though I can't say I care what happens to them." The creature spoke; its voice was deep and rough - cruel sounding. I flinched as he spoke, guessing it was a male.

"Wha-at… do yo-ou… want-t… from m-me?" I coughed out, dizzy from the veil of fatigue that threatened to strangle me. The dragon stared down at me and raised one eyebrow, though that didn't seem possible, since it had no eyebrows. Well, nothing seems impossible, anymore.

"Little girl," it grinned, a pair of fangs hung over the side of his lips. "Why does that matter to you? Do you not see? You cannot see a demon unless you're about to die," he stated. The harsh reality crashed into me. 'This demon was a ghost! And I could see him only because I was dying! But, why? Why was I dying?'

"Why… am I… dying? Is it… because… I look like… this?" I asked, not entirely sure I would get an answer.

"Ah! You catch on quick for a newborn. Yes, unfortunately the weasel who put you together did not complete the process. I guess he made you as… a warm-up, if you will, for what he was planning with um - err - your remains." He sneered happily as he spoke the last two words. 'Remains? I wondered if he meant the parts of my two selves that were not used in - in what ever I was!' I shuddered and pushed the thought away. I stared up at the dragon. He smiled cunningly back at me. My lips curled into a scowl.

"I guess you're going to eat me now, right?"

The dragon grinned again, baring his teeth.

"Maybe, if your no other use to me, I'll kill u right now! Even as a spirit I can still eat, and innocent flesh is oh so sweet!" he chuckled darkly as he grew ever closer. I felt the horror and the tightening of my guts as I watched saliva drip from its bared fangs.

"But tell you what," he stopped closing his mouth camly watching me. "If you have the will power to stand, I promise I won't eat you. But, of course, you could always just lay there like a good little girl and let me devour you." he said in a hiss that sounded somehow playful. I suddenly felt determined to stand up, I wanted to live so badly. 'Why? Wasn't I already dying?'

'Whatever happens, please, promise me, you will stay alive as long as you can! Please, I want you to live. For me, as a last request, I want you to live.' The words came back to my mind as I lay there, a demon about to eat me. 'Those words… Someone made me promise not to die… who? I can't recall, but I know that person was important to me.'

'At least to Lina, that person was very close to her.' I glared up at the reptile before me; I shakily twisted around onto my belly. Focusing all my strength into my arms, I lifted myself upwards. After a few failed attempts, I managed to get onto my knees, coughing heavily and ignoring the dizzying pain that pounded in my head. I dug the claws of my left hand into the table next to me and heaved myself up. Drops of blood and sweat dripped down my wobbling legs. I sighed, trying to calm my trembling bones, as I clutched the blanket tighter around me. Every movement caused a flood of agony to erupt in my nerves. Now that I had used so much of my little energy to stand, the pain intensified dramatically, though I dared not give in to it. Not only did I want to keep my promise, I wanted to see the look on the demon's face. After some of my body's twitching had stopped, I raised my face to that of the dragon-ghost being. determination flared in both of my mismatched eyes as I glared into his violet-enclosed slits.

"I'm… not… go-onna die… an-nd… I won't-t… let myse-elf… be eaten-n by the likes… of you!" I spat, almost snarling. The dragon looked surprised but it's expression quickly melted into a dark smile, his eyes now hidden by shadow.

"Well, well! Looks like the baby Chimera has some resolve after all. You know, there is a certain aura about you. Funny, I've been searching for a sutible Ark for quite some time now, but never have I felt so… akin to a mortal before. Maybe... I'll let you live…" his voice fading away as his person blurred from my vision.

I felt an ill churning in my stomach. The way he had said the last sentence sent a nervous shudder through my spine. I perked up my strange ears, swerving them back and forth slowly. My pupils widened, breaking past the darkness around me. A dead silence hung for what seemed like an eternity. I didn't see it coming. There was no sign I could have caught; I still didn't know what had happened when it did. I simply felt something bash into my back.

As I fell to the cold tile once again, I felt, to my horror, claws ripping into me. Blood splattered the ground beneath me. The pain, no, the sound, was the worst part of it all. Just to feel something is terrible indeed, but to hear one's meat being torn apart, to hear one's blood spurt through the air and spray everything nearby… that is truly the essence of terror. I realized my wolf ear's acute hearing had only increased the effect hundreds of times over. I pointed them downward direction, desperately trying to lessen the volume. Bloody scents filled my nostrils and I gagged in response. Heart pumping, I trembled in fear as all went dark. I blinked furiously trying to revive my view, to no avail. Thoughts of blindness tormented my mind as I found the grueling feel of what felt like digging in my flesh. I hickuped as I did the only thing a six year old could possibly do: I began to cry. I was scared, I couldn't see, and didn't know why, and something was burrowing into me… I cried frantically, though my face stayed dry, it grew very hot. I could feel only the slightest wetness in my eye socket, though it refused to fall. After a few more dragging moments of incomprehensible pain, the digging stopped and my destroyed flesh was pulled back into place. My vision returned a bit, though I found little relief. I lay there in a sticky puddle of my own blood.

By this time, I had stopped crying; there was no use in it and I lacked the energy or will to continue the effort. That's when it burst through the quiet turmoil; that's when I found my heart gripped by fear once more. That laughter that rang in my ears was full of malice and joy; though the laughter was not as terrible as the fact that it was coming from inside my own head. It was the demon, enjoying my suffering.

"Little girl! Your blood is delicious! I'm so happy you have survived my last test! It would not look good for me or you if you went and died out of nowhere! But it looks like we'll be partners from now on, though you really didn't have a choice. Honestly, you're far better off, if this hadn't worked. I would have eaten you, your life was already fading anyway. Oh, sweet child, you will never know how wonderful your blood is: bitter sugar! Your joys and hates are mixed into the finest cocktail my lips have ever had the pleasure of tasting! It took everything I had not to drink you dry! Mm, how I wish for more! But alas, I can tell it will be quite a long time before I get another sip. Although, time is only time when you're already dead, and though I've ultimately trapped myself inside your body and soul; at the end of this, I will have so much more!"

"What are you saying?!" I practically screamed out. Though regretting it immediately after, cringing at the my aching lungs.

"Ha ha ha! Be careful, if you don't calm down we could bleed to death! Allow me to explain. As a demon, I would have the power to overshadow mortals like you. But, as embarrassing as it is, I no longer have the capacity for such a thing. With such litle energy I can no longer hold myself to the middle realm, and would cease to exist in the near future. Therefore I need a host, in other words you. Frankly, your no different than an incubator. Eventually, I will recover back to my former glory. Until then, as much as it disgusts me to say it, you have access to my power. I cannot leave you. I have imprisoned myself so that I may live, though there maybe a consolation to this miserable ordeal, you seem to be… interesting." I could almost see the grin that I knew was plastered across his scaly face. I didn't even bother to try and get up again, knowing full well that it was pointless.

"Monster, I'm not a tool…" I whispered bitterly, though not fully understanding what he had said.

"That is true, as of this moment I have handed you all of my demonic power, and I am stuck here, in you. From my point of view, you're not my tool, I am yours."

I growled in hatred, then began to cough blood. Only now did I notice the crashing noises coming from outside the room. I tilted my head up, staring at the door with glassy eyes.

"What's… happening…?" I croaked, more crimson fluid dripped out of my mouth. 'Wouldn't it be wonderful if I died now? Then this demon would be gone too… no. I promised someone I wouldn't die, though I've no clue who, I won't break that promise, no, never.'

"Hmm? Oh, yes! As I was wandering through this dank laboratory, some humans were raiding it. I believe they are rivals with your creator's boss." He said, obviously uninterested. I scowled at him, tiredly.

"He is not my creator! That guy made me some… weird form of beast!" I breathed hard, forcing my mind to stay conscious.

"Heh, I guess it's only natural for you to hate him. I mean he did kill Lina, and that wolf. Why shouldn't you hate him?" He spoke slyly, knowing full well what questions would follow.

"But… I am Lina… and… the wolf... Right?" I forced my voice to emit more sound.

"Fu fu fu, sorry, but the reality is that they are dead. You're just the mixed parts of those two."

"Bu…but. If… if they're dead then… who am I?!" I hickuped, scared.

"That is something, you will have to figure out for yourself, my dear, Kina." I had no chance to further the conversation as the steel door was unlocked, and a group of people holding guns rushed in. They stared in horror at the sight of me.

"Good god! This Chimera, look at its back! It's a… it's an Ark! Holy Crap!" One of the soldiers stammered. I closed my eyes, numbing myself to the pain, and the people around me.

"So… I guess I'm Kina now… right?" I whispered to myself scornfully.

"Well your certainly not Lina." He chimed mockingly.

I fought back my sadness and cringed as I found I couldn't move any longer.

"Shut your face… you stupid… vampire." My words were barely audible as I became lost in a deep sleep, having no escape from the nightmare that would soon plague me.

zomg! dragon demon! o.O xD lol, Tatsu is such a bastard... most of the times. He gets super creepy too... meh! i promised myself i wouldn't spoil it! u'll see in later chapters... -.-;

darn! Now u know his nickname! crap... i'll stop typing now... (i lied!)

note to KoromoMagic: lol, No! Tatsu does not want to marry her! Yes, she is a very serious child, and she gets alot more immature-ish when she's older. (go figure) Pim... rofl u and ur sarcasm, i luv ur english accent! (ron! what r u doing to Harry!?) to those who don't know, it's 4 in the morning and we're both very delusional! o.O bye bye! chu