Fairy Tail:

Nightmares Are Alive

Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail or any other anime's, TV shows, video games, or books that you may think of. I only own my life, my stories, my comp, and the following OC's: Nightmare, Leon/Azoth, Joseph, Rachel, Luther, Hex, Ronald, William, and several others that as of yet have not been named, and several original kingdoms I have yet to name, except for Droganaria, and several OC Guilds, including Lions Pride. All rights go to the Author and Creator who's names escapes me at the moment.

I LIVE~~~~~~~~~~! After a couple months of terrible writers block, I finally have returned to give you all a new story, Dattebayo! "Dances badger dance for a bit, then gets serious." But, I digress from my point. My point is that I am back, and ready to write again. For those familiar with my story, Soul Eater: Nightmares are real, this one is connected to it in a way, but more of that later. For now, enjoy the prologue of my newest story. Sit back, relax, and enjoy the show. "Bows low."

Prologue

Mysterious underground lab near the northern border of the Kingdom of Fiore and the Republic of Droganaria, 5:00 pm, Monday.

Luther smirked to himself as he stood in the middle of the destroyed lab, his hands covered in ice shaped like a dragon's claw, the dead body of his most recent adversary lying before him, blood pouring of his throat onto the floor in a puddle around the body. His white and gold coat was torn and ripped along with his black pants, showing little scratches that dripped blood down his arms, chest, and legs, but otherwise he was unharmed. His gloved hands were covered in dripping crimson blood, looking almost beautiful on the ice claws. His golden blonde hair hung around his shoulders like a pile of gold threads, and his bright green eyes were filled with bloody satisfaction that always happened when he completed a mission. Behind him, he heard the sound of his companions either finishing up their battles or smashing the place to bits, the sound of machinery and electronics being smashed music to his ears. He chuckled to himself, shaking his head in amusement at their eager destruction of the place, then laughing at the sound of Hex and Ronald fighting, no doubt over the spoils of a kill.

"Honestly, those two never stop being at each other throats. You would think that they were mortal enemies rather than brothers and sister. Ah well, that's siblings for ya." Luther kneels down over the body in front of him, and rummages through its pockets, searching for anything of value. His hands bump into a small bulge in the bodies' coat, and his smirk widens into a grin, and he pulls out a rather large bag of what seemed to be jewels. He opened the bag smiled brighter at the sight of the gold coins, and quickly counted them in his head, weighing the bag in his hand. "Hmmm…there seems to be 500 Jewels in here… heh heh, what a catch." He stands back up and ties the bag to his belt, making the other bulging bags jingle in unison. "Ahhh…. It's good to be a mercenary…" He looks around at the room he is in, searching for more valuables in the fancy office. Seeing nothing else of value, he turns and leaves the room, and heads down the stairs to the bottom floor. On the way down, Luther dispels the magic on his hands, the ice breaking and shattering, falling to the ground and shattering. He hears the laughing and chattering of his friends, and he smiles warmly to himself as he enters the room.

Luther entered the room, and moved his head to the side as a piece of shrapnel flew at him, missing him by inches. He looks at the scene in front of him with extreme amusement, chuckling deeply. Hex and Ronald were right in each other's faces, yelling and cursing enough to make a sailor blush. Hex had dark red hair that barely covered her ears, and her hair cut was sloppy and chopped up. Her face had a long scar that went down from her forehead, over her right eye, and to her chin. Her body was small and petite, and her face was plain, with two big brown eyes staring angrily at the person opposite of her. She wasn't much to look at; her body was slightly curvy, due to her being very skinny. She had no breasts, for she was as flat as a board, and Luther noted with amusement that this was being made fun of by the person right in her face. She wore blue jeans that were baggy on her skinny legs, and a long red shirt that was also baggy on her, which was covered in leather armor. On her hip, two curved daggers were strapped to her belt, the hilts engraved with fire runes. Her brother looked the same as she did, though Ronald had blue hair instead of red. He has a similar scar going down the left side of his face, and his face was also very plain, his eyes hazel instead of brown. Like his sister, his clothes were baggy on him, his black long sleeved shirt and blue jeans sagging against his small body and he also wore leather armor like his sister. Instead of knives, however, he had a longbow on his back, his arrows and bow fused with Water magic. From what Luther could see, they were fighting over a corpse that was right below them. The man's body had a dagger slash across the throat and an arrow right between the eyes, and it was surrounded by a pool of blood. Off to the side, William, Joseph, and Rachel were looking at the fight with resignation. Joseph was a giant of a man, taller than even Luther. He stood at 6'11, towering over Luther's own 6'3, and dwarfing the siblings, William, and Rachel. He had a black buzz cut and his eyes were a deep blue color that showed the old wisdom behind them. He was built like a brick shithouse, muscles bulging against the steel plate armor that he wore around his body. He had a giant claymore on his back; the blade itself was inscribed with Earth magic. He was sighing deeply at the sight in front of him, and was shaking his head. Joseph was the big brother of the group, he was the guy that everyone looked to for guidance, despite the fact that he was only 3 years older than Luther.

William was looking like a frightened rabbit, watching the two fight in rapt attention. William was the youngest of the group and the shortest too, shorter than even Hex. He had shaggy dark blonde hair, and had big blue eyes that were almost always filled with excitement or fear. He was lightly built and looked more like an acrobat than a mercenary. His steel armor was stained with light droplets of blood though, and that proved that he had done his part. His small rapier hung at his side, the gleaming hilt inscribed with wind runes given his natural quickness. He was the little brother of the mercenaries; everyone looked after him, especially Rachel, and was extremely shy, almost ridiculously so. Rachel looked at the two fighting with an ever patient smile, looking oblivious as usual. She had light brown hair that fell down her shoulders elegantly, her eyes a beautiful silver that shown with love and eternal patience. Unlike Hex, her body was curvaceous and sexy, and it was emphasized by the way her large chest strained against the leather armor that she wore and her wide hips that were hugged by her skirt. She had a key chain on her belt, most of the keys sliver and one of them gold, showing her status as a Stellar Mage. Rachel, of course, was the sweet mother/older sister of the group, though to Luther, she was way more than that. She was his anchor, his lover, and his mate for life.

She smiled at him, and Luther smiled back, then, looking at the siblings still fighting, sighed, and walked over to them. He stood there looking at the two of them, and then grabbed the back of their heads, and slams them together. "Alright enough!" "Ack! What the Fuck!" "OW! Damn it Luther! What the fuck?" They turn and glare at him, but he just stares back. "You both need to learn how to share, so you will both get a piece of the loot, understand?" "Awww come on!" They yell at the same time, but he just glares at them. They grumble a bit, but then both nod. "Ugh….fine…" They then proceed to loot all the bodies of all their valuables, Luther leaning against a wall and watching. 'Sigh… what a family…' Soon, they finish up, and then they all start to head for the stairs, but then Hex sees out of the corner of her eye a door, hidden behind a bookshelf. "Hey Luth, look at this." They all crowd around, and Luther narrows his eyes in suspicion. "….Why on earth would they try to hide this door?" Luther and Joseph grab a part of the bookshelf, and pull it aside, revealing a plain steel door. Luther tries the knob and it opens easily, they look at each other, and then they go inside. Ronald looks around inside the room. "What the fuck is this place?"

The room is pitch black, except for two rows of giant green pods that contained fluid, but were all empty. Luther looks at Joseph who nods, and then looks at everyone else. "Spread out, keep your weapons ready." They start to look around, Hex and Ronald checking out the pods. "Huh… I wonder what the hell these things are?" William ventures deeper a bit, holding his torch out nervously, his other hand on his blade, shaking slightly from fear, gulping softly. Soon, he comes to a single pod at the end of the two rows. This one, however, was not empty. Inside the pod, floating in a clear fluid, was a body. William jumped and shrieked a bit, drawing the attention of everyone else, and they rushed over, crowding around to see what he had seen. They look at the body inside the pod, and they all had one thought going through their heads. '….What the hell is that?'

The body was human, that much was obvious to Luther, though that was not what had freaked him and everyone else out. The body was pale white, almost like a ghost, except for the eyes and the lips, which were black, along with his fingernails; even the hair was white. The body was skinny, almost anorexic, and it had no defining features as to whether it was male or female. It was its iris, however, that scared them the most. They were bright yellow, almost sun like. They were dead looking, staring straight at them with no emotion, black eyes that stared straight through them. "What do you think it is? Some kind of demon?" Luther shakes his head. "No, it's too human for it to be a demon…" William then notices an inscription on the bottom of the tank, and leans into get a better look, eyes squinting. "…..Do not release ever… Subject Zero…Aka… Ni" just before he says it, Hex trips on a cord while leaning in, and, holding her hand out, hits a button on the tanks bottom. Immediately, alarm sirens go off, and the whole lab shakes, making everyone else shake. The pod starts to drain itself of fluid, and the group watches in fascination as the pod opens, and the body falls out and hits the floor right in front of William. He shrieks and jumps away, making everyone else back up in shock, backing away from the body on the floor. Ronald, getting over his fear, shakes his head, and slowly walks towards the body, and kneels down over it, reaching a hand out to it. Luther leans in, his teeth gridded and hands clenched tightly, ready to use his magic at a moment's notice. He sees out of the corner of his eye that the rest of the group was the same, but that only made him more nervous.

"Ronald, don't touch it, you have no idea what it might do!" Hex's voice rings out in the silent room, making everyone jump slightly. Ronald's hand touches the arm lightly, and, seeing no reaction at all, turns back at them and smirks at Hex. "Look, nothing's happened, you worry to-" He feels an incredible tightness around his throat, almost like his windpipe was being crushed into dust. He looks down… and see's a long, pale hand around his throat, squeezing it tightly, black nails digging into his skin. He turns his head slowly, wincing, and sees the pale arm that he had been touching was lifted up, and the rest of the body was on its knee's, it head hidden by the rapidly growing white hair on it... and his blood turned cold as he heard a low, high pitched, psychotic chuckle come from the body. Hex screams loudly, Luther swears violently and summons his magic, making his arms incased in ice, Rachel covers her mouth in horror, William shakes like a leaf in a storm, scared beyond belief, and Joseph growls loudly, pulling the claymore out from his back, and holds it in one hand while his other hand becomes encased in stone, and he charges towards them, and swings the blade at the arm. Immediately, a pair of black, leather like tentacles with suckers on the tip shoot out of the arm, and latch onto Josephs forehead and chest. He grunts in pain, looking down at the one in his chest and then up at the one in his forehead, and grabs one of them with his stone hand, and tries to pull it out. As he does so, he freezes, and Luther watches in horror as his face starts to shrivel up, his body shriveling up as he screams loudly, then fades away as his body becomes a husk, and is dropped onto the ground. The insane chuckling intensifies, becoming louder, its arms becoming more muscular, the hand tightens around Ronald's throat, and the body lifts Ronald up, crushing his wind pipe in to dust, and then throws him into a nearby pod, the force of impact killing Ronald as the glass impales him in the head and chest. Rachel screams loudly, and Hex swore loudly, pulling out her knives and charging at the monster. "YOU MOTHER FUCKER!" "Hex, No!" She swings the twin knives at the monsters throat, but then the blades freeze in mid air, and she feels an intense pain in her chest. She looks down, and see's the monsters hand in her chest, impaling her out through her back. The being is now laughing loudly now, its insanity evident through the high pitched laugh. It pulls its arm out, and then kicks Hex away, making her slam into a wall and become cemented there, half of her body ground in to mush from the impact.

Luther grabs Rachel's hand, and starts running towards the door at full speed, William right behind him. The monster walks calmly after them… and a high pitched, demented whistle comes out of its mouth… echoing after them, interrupted only by an insane chuckle. Luther, Rachel and William race out of the hidden room, and run towards the stairs that lead to the outside. "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT THING!" "I DON'T FUCKING KNOW, JUST KEEP RUNNING DAMNIT!" They run up the stairs, moving as fast as they can, going faster when they hear the whistling right behind them. They see the exit, and their hearts lift, nearly dropping in relief. Luther and Rachel make it outside, and William nears the exit… but then… a black tentacle latches around his leg, and makes him trip, slamming his head into the top step. "AHHHHHH! HELP ME PLEASE!" William screams, reaching his hand out towards them, crying loudly. Luther pales white, and Rachel tries to grab Williams hand, but Luther grabs her arm and stops her. "STOP, ITS TOO LATE, IT HAS HIM!" William's eyes widen, and he continues to scream as he is dragged back down into the darkness of the lab, his screams echoing. Luther covers Rachel's ears and turns his head, trying to block out the sounds. Williams screams intensify, and the whistling grows louder and louder, making Luther grit his teeth and Rachel cry loudly, her head against Luther's chest, tears streaming down her face. Then, the screams… fade away… along with the insane laughter… and the demented whistling…

Wheeeeeew~~~ That was fun! Ahhh, I am so evil I can't stand it sometimes. "Laughs evily, but then turns serious." Seriously, thank you for reading this story. I apologize if most of it was cheesy or stupid, but thank you for reading anyway. I will try and put Chapter one up as quick as I can, probably today. Please R and R because I can't live without your reviews. Don't be afraid to give me an honest critique either, but no flames please. All flames will be fed to Natsu.

Natsu: FOOOOOOD!

Dragonrider11: Thank you, I hope to see you all soon in the next chapter. "Bow low." R and R please.