A/N: Hello there. Ok, for starters, I can assure a good chunk of you that this is not going to be a human-becoming-toa fic. I used to enjoy it, but I guess the thrill wore off after awhile. I'm also new to this section, so be easy. Anyway, enough with that, on with the story. If any of you notice an error, I'll accept any constructive criticism.

Disclaimer: Don't own bionicle. Never will.

Chp. 1-Preparation

Dusk was already descending on a dingy downtown area. It wasn't a very friendly place to be at dusk and certainly at night if a person was to go down alone. Around this time, hardly a car or a person could be seen going down the streets or sidewalks of this area; most of the action would happen deep in dirty alleyways where many a criminal act has taken place. If someone was to go down one and was lucky, all he or she would find would be rusted, metal trashcans and the occasional bum. So far the only souls that could be found near the streets was a mangy stray Labrador chewing on what used to be a hamburger patty and a business woman who seemed to be in a hurry, carrying a large, bulky file.

As the woman passed by the dog, the dog didn't seem to take much notice of her at first until it got a good glance at her. There was something about her that gave it the idea that something just wasn't right with this woman; that the woman was something of evil tales. The dog then started to growl at this woman, trying to defend its turf. The woman seemed to take notice of this and stopped at the mutt with an amused smirk; not a friendly smirk, but one as if she was looking at something pathetic.

The air of the woman wasn't very friendly either. She wore a dark business jacket over a navy blue blouse along with a knee-length skirt with black stilettos, giving her a very professional and confident look. Her hair was very well kept and went to her shoulders, circling her pale face and cold blue eyes. It was her eyes that gave her a very cold appearance, making it seem that she could freeze anything she glared at.

While the woman kept looking at the dog, the scrawny mutt just continued to snarl at her. Finally the woman couldn't take anymore. She gave out a sinister laugh and kicked the dog's side with the point of her shoe, causing the dog to give out a loud and pitiful whimper. With this, the dog, tail in between it's legs, retreated back to its comfort zone behind a trash can as far away from the woman as possible. The woman, on the other hand, had no sympathy whatsoever for the poor thing. As a matter of fact, she seemed to enjoy the dog's reaction. She then continued on her way to her destination after having something to make her walk somewhat exciting.

She continued her way down the old concrete sidewalk down to a dilapidated apartment building that hasn't been used in years except for the entertainment of teenagers that would tag the building or use it as the battleground for fights. As she ascended up the stairs to the building, the woman checked her surroundings in case there was anyone coming her way. Although no one really came down that way during sundown, it still couldn't hurt to make sure no one saw her going in. The woman then gave the splintered door a push and entered the premises. In front of the woman was a small lobby that was now covered in grim and graffiti with a grand staircase that lead up to the multiple floors in the building. The woman, taking no note to the building's condition, headed over to a door that lead to the building's furnace room, a place no one went down because of ridiculous rumors that the room was haunted by evil spirits, a factor that the woman found very helpful at times.

The woman took out a small flashlight that gave enough light for her to maneuver around the room. As she gave the room a good once-over, she began to descend down the creaky, wooden stairs that led down to a small room where most of it was taken up by a large, cylindrical water boiler that was covered with spots of rust and stank of mildew. The woman walked over to the old boiler and lifted a piece of the boiler's insulation that covered the wall. She ran her fingers over a brick and began to slide it out of the damp wall, revealing an electronic number pad hidden at the back of the hole. The woman then reached into the space and began to type in the code. Right as she typed in the last number, a whirring-sound was heard from the room and another sound like that of steam being released from a tight container. The water boiler then began to shake slightly and slowly descended into the floor, with it's top coming off like the lid of a food can. As the top came back, a dark, metallic cylinder came up from the boiler and a door slide open, revealing it to be an elevator. The woman smirked as she placed the brick back in it's original place and stepped inside the elevator. The doors then slide back into place and began its descent.

After about a minute or so, the doors opened once again to a completely different room. In contrast to the damp, brick constructed room from above, the room the woman stood in was now like that of a laboratory. All the walls were cast in a well-polished metal and had beautifully waxed tile. The room had three doors with one of them being barred from the outside. Eerie sounds were heard from that room, all of them were loud yelps that could hardly be distinguished from one another, but all sounded as if they came from hell itself. The woman, despite the terrifying shrieks, just looked over at the door and gave out her evil chuckle and headed into the door opposite of the barred door.

The room was fairly small and most of it was covered in large file cabinets. In the middle was a desk at which was a balding man wearing a white scientist overcoat working on his laptop about one of the files. As soon as the woman closed the door, the man looked up from his work, revealing large, coke-bottle glasses. He then turned off the computer and got up to greet the woman.

"Ms. Decker," he said in a nervous voice, looking down at the immense file in her arms "I see you have brought their files."

"Of course Anderson." The woman said in a cool yet poisonous voice, "Why else would I want to come down to this awful place?"

She then placed the file on the table for the man called Anderson to look over. He took out six photos; all of them had a different picture of a teenager, each maybe around the age of seventeen or eighteen. He then began to look over their records: medical records, criminal records, birth certificates, insurance and anything of extreme importance. After looking through it all, Anderson gave a large exhale.

"You absolutely sure you want to do six at one time?" He said at last.

Decker didn't looked phased, "Anderson, have I ever been nonsensical when it came to matters such as this?"

"No it's just that-"

"More people will notice they have disappeared?" She finished. "It may not be the same poor homeless human on the streets who left no imprint on the world that they existed, but with these it should not be any different. We could, after all, make them disappear."

"But people will know they existed."

She gave the man a cold knowing look. "The authorities would never look for someone that never lived."

"Regardless," Anderson began "if we were to do this many at once, shouldn't we bring them here to avoid unnecessary attention?"

"Do you really believe that they would want to be found? Even if people would start to search for them, they would want to avoid any human contact as possible, for fear of rejection. And if you have forgotten, I have connections with local gangs to divert the city's attention from their disappearance to more important matters, such as the city's safety."

"But you do realize what could happen if they were to be found? I mean, besides each having a small family, their parents and friends would realize they would be missing and do you know what could happen if we are exposed?" Anderson asked indignantly.

Decker gave the man a venomous glare. "Are you questioning my judgment Anderson?"

Anderson immediately started shaking and shook his head. "N-no I'm j-j-just concerned f-for the operation…"

"And are you the one who makes the decisions in this operation? No. Then if you do not mind, I would suggest you use your mouth wisely or," she grabbed the man by the collar and dragged over to a curtained window to another room "you'll become another worthy experiment to this cause." She then drew back the curtain to reveal, in a dark room, a blue arachnid-like creature, except it had only four legs and incredibly large mandibles. Once the curtain was drawn, it scurried over to the window and began to scratch and snap its teeth against the bulletproof glass at the man.

Anderson instantly turned pale. He knew what she meant and began to shake from fear of it. A few people who worked for her ended up with the fate she was talking about and he didn't want to be the next one to go. He then turned his attention to the floor. The woman saw this and gave an evil grin.

She finally said, "I am glad you see my point Anderson. Now I would like you to tell the staff to prepare the injections and tell them that this will be the last."

Anderson seemed to jump from surprise, "The last one? But why are we unplugging after this group?"

Decker merely gave him a cold smile. "We will have enough information after this one Anderson." With that she left the room, leaving the scientist to ponder her words.

Tommy gave a huge sigh. He was currently in his pre-calculus class, the last class of the day, and was awaiting his test score, which he was pretty sure that he flunked it. He watched as other kids were getting their tests, a good chunk of them getting an A or B, which he just rolled his eyes at. It took a good deal of self-control not to groan when his teacher, Mrs. Kelly, came to him with a concerned look on her face as she gave him his paper. On it was a solid D. Perfect. Just what he needed for today. As soon as the teacher turned her back, Tommy took the paper and crumbled it into a small ball and stuck it into his bag, blowing up into his red bangs. As soon as he smashed the paper into his backpack, the school bell began to ring, making Tommy grin happily since it was Friday. He lifted one of the bag's straps over his shoulder and headed out the door with the crowd.

Tommy was about seventeen years of age, a senior, and had a nice crop of dark red hair that went to his shoulders (which his mother would nag him about) to match his temper and a pair of dark brown eyes. He was also a fairly tall boy, almost breaking six feet, which earned him a very good place on the school's basketball team. Unfortunately for him, he was just barely keeping his GPA at the requirement he needed to stay on the team.

As he opened his locker, he noticed a friendly face coming his way, his friend Ben, or Benny as he was called among his friends and about the same age. Benny was a very tan and dark haired individual, not to mention a very hyperactive one to boot. He also had bright green eyes as well, which he joked about saying he could sell them on a shopping channel for a good price.

Benny came up to Tom with a large grin. "Hello there, Tommy boy." He said very cheerfully. "So how'd you do on that test back there?"

Tommy glared at Benny. "None of your beeswax…" He grumbled.

Benny winced. "That bad huh? Just keep telling yourself this. Once you get out of here, you'll never have to use all that crap they talk about in there. I'm pretty sure I'll never use it."

"That's because you don't listen to the lectures and you do just as bad as me."

"Well, yeah. Do you really think I would be talking like this if I was a geek?"

Benny received a hard punch and a scowl from Tommy, which Benny just seemed more proud of. After both friends had gotten the books they needed for the weekend, they both headed out of the school's doors to meet with the others. After a minute of searching, they saw four people waiting underneath a tree.

One was Abby, a brown-haired seventeen-year-old girl with dark blue eyes, the gentler one of the group, if the easily-flattered one. Another was Pete, a dark skinned eighteen-year-old that would often give a bad impression because of the way he'd dress. He would often wear a black bandana, a old red sweat shirt, and a wallet chain that make him look gruff when he was actually a more shy fellow. The boy standing next to him, Duncan, was sporting a buzz cut and was having a friendly conversation with Abby. Curt, on the other hand, a bleach-blond boy with icy-blue eyes, was avoiding the group as much as he could. Both were also seventeen.

As the two approached the group, Duncan was the first to notice the two.

"Hey," he greeted friendly "How you all doing?"

Benny pointed towards Tommy. "Don't ask Tommy about his test score today. He'll rip your throat out if you all find out he got a D."

Tommy once again glared at him. "How many more times will you bring it up?"

"As long as I get the same reaction from you each time." He said happily.

Tommy just gave a small 'humph' and crossed his arms.

Abby then took the chance to change the subject and cleared her throat. "So, are any of you doing anything fun tonight?"

Everyone seemed to shake his head at this, except for Tommy, who seemed to perk up at the question.

"Actually," He began "Eric told me of this party going on downtown, he even gave me an address. He also told me I could invite you all if I wanted to."

Abby suddenly looked concerned at this, along with Pete and Duncan, while Curt looked completely indifferent.

"We're not going to get arrested this time are we?" Curt remarked coolly. He was referring to the time that Benny and Tommy went to a party and drank a couple bottles of what they thought was root beer, which turned out to be two bottles of bud-light with the labels scratched out and something else interesting mixed in as well. The two were also bright enough to wander out of the building and on to the street, near a police car no less. Their moms weren't too thrilled picking the two up from the station that night either.

Tommy gave Curt a dangerous look and continued. "To answer your question, no. It'll only be for a couple hours and I already talked about with my mom so I can go. The only thing is that I'll have to leave early, so how 'bout it?"

Abby exchanged a worried look with Pete. All their parents were heading out of town for a conference about their work that afternoon. The only problem was that Abby and Pete had a good idea where Tommy was going.

Abby gave a sigh. "I guess I could make it as long my dad knows I'll get back home no later than ten."

Pete and Duncan both shrugged. "Sure, why not?" Pete said.

Benny just grinned proudly. "You know I wouldn't miss something like this!"

When all eyes fell on Curt, he just rolled his eyes. "Fine. Guess I don't have anything else to do."

Tommy looked happy about this. "Great. So I'll see you all at around eight?"

Everyone agreed with this and all said good-bye, except for Pete who went up to Tommy and stopped him.

"Tommy," He began, "Could I talk to you for a second?"

Tommy shrugged. "Sure."

Pete pulled him over. "Look, Tommy. I know I might sound like your mom, but I'm telling you! You have to stop going to those things! You know you aren't gonna get anywhere associating yourself with those kinds of people. You'll only get hurt or even something worse. You know what happened the last time you went to one of those."

Tommy looked frustrated about this subject. "This is none of your business. It's my choice if I want to go with Eric to it tonight. And I'll look like a friggen coward if I don't go to this meeting. I'll be fine anyways. Don't be such a wuss about it."

Pete gave an exasperated sigh. "I'm just saying! You have to stop being a part of this!"

"And what if I don't feel like it?" Tommy asked arrogantly.

"Well, if your rotting in jail with no chance of probation or bail, don't come crying to me!" Pete said loudly. He then cooled down slightly. "Just think about it okay? That's all I'm asking. Just think about it. Like before we go tonight. Think it over a bit. You got me?"

Tommy growled through his nose. "Alright, alright. I'll think over it. Just as long as you get off my back."

"You better." was all Pete finally said as he left.

Once Pete was out of earshot, Tommy gave a loud groan. People. Always seem to make a huge deal about everything. With that, Tommy headed over to the parking lot to his car, got inside, and drove back home, trying to forget Pete's talk to him. Like he even paid attention to most of it anyway. Besides, he had preparations he needed to do before that night.

A/N:So how was it? Good? Iffy? Or bleah? By the way, if any of the OCs sound mary-suish or gary-stuish or anything like that I'd like to know please.