Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum ride, Never can, Never will.
Prologue: The Final Valediction
" Is this the real life? Or is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide with no escape from reality."
- Bohiem Raphodosy, Queen
He warily cast an eye around the guard room, then gently turned his head to look out the huge glass window, facing the endless blanket of grey ocean. He tapped his ball point pen against the wooden surface of the desk and then flipped the switch of a radio anchored to the wall, " Clear, I'm turning on the light," he spoke into a com link then listened momentarily to the fizz of link shutting off with a short response and hung it, once again, on the army issued white wall.
Night had fallen fast and thick around the station and few pinpricks of boats were beginning to show on the once blank ocean. Rubbing his head, perhaps from exhaustion or perhaps from a itch set deep in his hairline, the man stood up and turned on the light house light. Blinking furiously as it sprang to life. He sank heavily back into his seat, wondering temporarily if his wife would save some dinner for him or whether his young son had been picked up successfully from kindergarten. He shrugged in a half hearted way and picked up a book stretched out on the desk, lying open somewhere between the middle and the end.
" Barnacle going down; Blue Marine are you there? Repeat, going down, request Help. Please Respond. Blue Marine-" The Man jolted upright and leaned over to take the com link that had erupted with vivacity, when it crackled with more voices.
" Sea's Majesty, Immediate assistance-"
" SOS, SOS… Help"
" Abandon Ship!"
" Help, God Help!"
" This is Purple Hermit, He-"
At least ten voices leapt onto the com link and the man stumbled to pick of the receiver, it fizzed with static and he punched in coordinates. " Blue Marine?" Nothing, he put in more coordinates and frantically tried to find at least one response, but to no avail. With panic he tried to contact the main line, he heard frenzied scraping and noises, then all was still; the line was dead.
Terrified, he gripped the com link harder, his hand slippery with sweat. He stood on wobbly feet and stumbled over to the window, pressing his eyes against the thick glass. His breath stopped in his throat.
" God have mercy." He said quietly, and the glass shattered, throwing him against the desk, he was dead before he hit the ground. Three thousands pounds of water pressure cascaded into the lighthouse, ripping it off it's foundation it rolled helpless in the waves, slamming into the ships it had tried so hard to save.
The war had begun.
W
Mr., Danning was white faced, his eyed glued to the television screen before him.
" What is the meaning of this?" His voice shook, but he didn't take his eyes off the screen. " What's happening?"
" A huge landslide happened on Canary Islands, causing massive tidal waves." The man in front of the president was extremely thin with a gaunt face and a large balding spot on one side of his meticulous combed gray hair, he set an advanced laptop down on the presidents desk and clicked on the mouse." The landslide happened around eight hours ago-"
" Why wasn't I informed?" The president interrupted looking livid, but the man brushed him aside with little patience.
" All communications have been.. Cut off," he said after clearly searching for words. " Debris from the, eruption, have severed links from the surrounding area. See here," he pointed to the screen where a digital image of the volcano was. " Rocks are littered nearly a mile away at farthest, The Canary Islands-" He pressed on another button and waves of different colors spread out from the core. " Were completely swallowed." He moved the mouse expertly around and the map spanned out to show the entire globe. " Waves are now as far as Miami and New York, hitting all the cities on the East Coast, the death toll is raising as we speak. " He moved the arrow to South America, then in turn West Africa, West Europe and Australia. " Every country bordering the Atlantic ocean is suffering from casualties."
The President was silent for several minutes and then spoke, "Nobody heard anything about the waves before they struck? How is that possible?"
"Oh it's very possible." Something wasn't right about the mans voice, Mr. Danning looked up sharply and the man was smiling, insanity mixing in his eyes.
"You see," the man said articulating each word with precision. "It is time for the United States to fall as the greatest Superpower the world has ever seen." He laughed silently, reaching slowly into his jacket and pulling out a craftily made ivory pistol and almost playful pointing it at the president. "And you gave it to us on a silver platter."
"Itex," the president said quietly and the man in front of him smiled wider.
"Of course. You have been slowly feeding us, and we have grown larger and larger and now we have finally encompassed the entire world." The president nervously tapped on the desk and his fingers slipped to hit a silver butter under his desk, and once again the man laughed. "If you think they'll save you, your sadly mistaken." Panic had now filtered into the presidents graying eyes. His hands shook, but the man took no notice. "You see now? You have never been in control, you were just our puppet and the world will blame you for all their pain." He flicked his hand upwards and glanced at his watch. " Well your times up Mr. President, the second stage of our plan has yet to take place." He fixed the gun on the presidents frightened face. " I'm sorry it's come down to this Paul, I really am." And he pulled the trigger with no emotion betraying his cold, hard face.
W
How long does it take for mad scientists to blow up the world and enslave humanity? My guess: one year, it took eight months.
We barely put up a fight. After the tidal waves the east coast was taken out without a blink. Then came the solar flare that cut out technology across the entire globe. Itex took the great empire down first, then reached it's poisoned fingers towards Europe, Asia and the South Pacific. With no technology we were helpless. The Erasers version 6.0 came out, flawlessly transforming into humans, winged wolfs, human wolfs and great big dogs with razor sharp teeth; a four in one package. A war raged for seven months, it took three months to subdue the United States, The Canadians and The United Kingdom and four to completely dissemble the armies of Russia, China, Japan, France and Germany. Within a month of the defeat, huge factories sprung up in every large city. Laboratories branched like spider webs connecting to each other; and still more came. Humans were slaughtered and forced into slavery, experimentation ran wild and new mutants were made daily with horrible side effects; simply put, it was hell.
It's our job to destroy Itex. If there is one way, however small to save this planet were going to take it no matter what the toll, we will fight with no remorse, we will break every rule and every moral we ever gave ourselves.
So, am I scared? Not a chance.
AN: So tell me what you think everyone! Review me with flames, grammar corrections, praiseful-ness, because you have nothing to do or because you have everything to do. You reviewers amaze me and you make me so dang happy I want to run my head into a wall or something ( because of happiness)… anyway, hope you liked it! ( Oh and I thank mergirl007, DivideByNegativeZero and some anonymous person for giving me grammar corrections)
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