Chapter 1: The Massacre
The story begins in a village called Aldonia, year 2043.
The 5-year-old clung to his frightened mother as they both hid themselves underneath a table.
Gun shots and screams could be heard outside, along with laughter. And before long, a group of soldiers wearing blue uniforms had broken down the door.
They looked around and began setting fire to the small house. "We know that you're in here, and if we have to smoke you out, so be it!" shouted one of the soldiers.
The fire had spread everywhere, and the mother soon fled with her child, running through the smoke. Both of them coughed as the smoke entered their lungs, and before they reached the back door, a hand grabbed the mother from behind, pulling her roughly down to the ground, along with the screaming child. "Shut up, kid! We're only trying to help!" Smirked one of the soldiers, as he took the boy aside.
The mother who still lay on the floor coughed up blood as they beat her, but she refused to die. "Mother!" the boy screamed. The soldier grabbed the child and ran out of the house. But before he could escape with the boy, the mother had managed to escape the others, and attacked him from behind. The soldier only grinned, grabbing her neck and holding up.
She struggled for air as he crushed her neck. He then pulled out his gun and held it up against her stomach while saying, "You're persistent, aren't you? Well, sorry that it had to come to this. But it's for a good cause." He whispered, while pulling the trigger. The boy's hands reached out for his mother while tears started trickling down his cheeks.
She gaped, blood trickling down her mouth. The soldier then released his grip on her, throwing her to the side as if she were trash. Her black curly hair swirled around her face as she fell to the ground. Her eyes slowly closing as she breathed her last breath.
The soldier simply smirked and ran out of the house, while ordering his comrades to follow. The house was now in flames, like many others. And before long, a plane flew over it, dropping bombs, which destroyed the whole building, leaving nothing more than burning debris. The boy struggled against the soldier's grasp, biting, screaming and clawing at him, but it was no use.
"Be a good boy, unless you want to end up like your mother!" the soldier laughed. "Now come with me, you might actually be of some use..."
The boy didn't even look at the man, he only stared as the rest of the villagers were mercilessly killed by the troops. Before long, his eyes turned to an abnormal blood red colour. The only things that processed in the child's mind were thoughts of hatred and revenge. The soldier looked at the suddenly quiet boy, and asked, "Hey, kid! Why are you so quiet?"
The boy never answered, he just stared at the ground. The man kicked him for not answering. "I asked you a question! Now answer!" he shouted, but the boy had still not replied. "Bah! Forget it… pathetic brat." He muttered, dragging the child away to the military trucks. "Officer Mustang! Bring the kid over here!" called one of his comrades. "Yeah, yeah. I'm coming." He was about to throw the boy inside with all the other children that were captured, but paused, staring into the boy's eyes. He was about to say something to the child, but instead, gasped as his head was cut clean off of his neck.
5 Years later…
"Alexandra, your father and I are going to have to leave for London soon, the military needs us to take a look at one of the children in the laboratory."
Elizabeth said to her four-year-old daughter, as she packed a large suitcase full of apparatus and research books. She was a scientist, along with her husband. Alexandra just watched as her parents got ready to take their leave, but she felt compelled to make them stay home with her. "But why? Can't they get someone else to do it?" she asked them.
Her father answered, "I'm afraid we have to dear. No one else is willing to take a look at the child. He was captured in a small village 5 years ago, and managed to kill all of the officers by-ouch!" "Robert! That's not something we should be telling her!" Elizabeth interrupted, hitting him hard on the head with her book. "Oh, sorry…" he mumbled grumpily.
"Anyways, there's no need to worry Alexandra. We'll be back before you know it!" she said, kissing her daughter on the cheek. "That's right. Just stay home until we come back. Besides, Grandma will be around to take care of you." Her father said, hugging her tightly before the both of them left. Alexandra just sighed, waving goodbye as they got into the taxi. She then turned away, staring at her grandmother, who was waving at the wall, "Have a good trip! And don't worry, me and Alex will have a great time together, right dear?"
"Grandma, where'd you put your glasses?"
Meanwhile
"Let me out! Let me out godammit!" the boy screamed as they locked him up in a large cage. "Haha, yeah right!" laughed one of the soldiers.
"Unless we want our heads to be rolling, like with those other soldiers you killed." The boy stared at his hands, quivering as the memory resurfaced in his mind. It had all happened 5 years ago, and he still didn't remember how he did it, but he did remember feeling of hatred in his mind. Everything he saw, just turned red at the time. And before he had managed to register what happened, ten bloody dead bodies lay before him. He shook the memory off, and began focusing on escaping this new prison that these men had confined him in.
"No need to worry kid, we'll only start cutting you up when the scientists arrive. Maybe then we'll figure out what the hell is wrong with you." The soldier chuckled.
Several hours later
"So where's the child you've been telling us about?" Elizabeth asked Colonel Havoc, who was leading them into a large building, past what seemed to be hundreds of confinements. All of which seemed to be containing children between the age of 5 and 16 years. They were all frightened and distressed, reaching through the bars of the confinements, and screaming for help. "He's on the 17th floor, in cage number 143, so we'll take the the elevator." Havoc answered.
After several long minutes of waiting, they reached the 17th floor, and were slowly lead towards a large metal door, covered with locks. "Security is pretty tight, eh?" Robert commented.
The Colonel nodded and then took off one of his white gloves, pressing his hand against a white screen next to the door. It automatically unlocked itself, opening at a slow pace. By the time they entered, all that they could see was a large cage in the centre of the room with the number 143 on it. The three of them walked towards the cage, looking inside, but only able to see a dark figure sitting in the corner of it. "So what exactly did this child do, officer?" Robert asked, keeping his eyes on the unmoving figure.
"Well, when he was captured, he somehow managed to kill all of the ten soldiers, by decapitating them. We're still not how he managed it, seeing as he was 5 years old at the time. But It took another 25 men to hold him down, and bring him back here. And since he refuses to co-operate, we had no choice but to keep him refined, and well away from the other children. He may look human…but one of our own scientists managed to discover some abnormally animalistic bones growing from his body. Such as what seems to be a tail, and a pair of small fangs on his teeth. Both of which have grown a considerable amount in the past 5 years that he's been locked up. We don't know how this is possible, but maybe you could figure it out. Just take a few DNA samples, and see if you can find out what he's turning into."
The two scientists just stared at the man, listening intently.
"Besides, we need to make sure that we'll be able to use him in one of our experiments like the others. Otherwise we'll simply have to shoot him before he turns into that monster." Havoc finished.
"Experiments?" Elizabeth questioned. "What exactly do you need all of these children for anyways Colonel?" Robert asked suspiciously.
He turned to Havoc and waited for him to answer. He paused, but then replied, "It's nothing serious, we just capture strong and healthy children, so that some of them could possibly be used in the military some day. We need more soldiers. And we'll take the ones, who won't be of any use, back to the towns and villages to live normal lives."
The two scientists looked at one another, and after a moment, Elizabeth questioned, "Is that so? But why is it that you need to destroy so many villages at the same time?" "I'm afraid that sacrifices must be made. The human population is constantly growing and there is no other way to keep that number down. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must attend a meeting in 10 minutes, so I'll leave you two to deal with him." And with that, he disappeared from the room.
"Alright, let's get to work. I'll first set up my apparatus, and you can start reading up on the information about the boy." Elizabeth said, rummaging through her bags. In the meantime, the dark figure of the boy still hadn't moved from the corner of his cage, and when the two scientists decided to come take a closer look at him, the boy instantly turned around, facing them with blood red eyes. The two then dropped all of the things they were holding.
