Prologue
The lights flickered on and off as a figure moved quickly across the room, grunting with effort. His face, nearly always clad in a tight steel mask, was reflected on the glass tube he was currently fixated on. The concussion within bubbled furiously, as if the liquid itself was alive and desired escape. In a few moments, the reaction has subsided and the man picked up the bottle, bringing it to his face to study it more carefully. It pulsated slightly, it's bright red lights reflecting off his mask. He moved quickly, ensuring that not a single drop of the mixture left it's container. With his free hand he opened a draw, and removed a small device from its case. He slid the substance inside, and then clicked a button on it's side, allowing a long needle to protrude from the front of the device. The man looked at the desk, his breathing now coming out rapidly with excitement. He flicked a small switch on the desk, and cage opened beside him. A woman fell out, her hands tied and her mouth covered with a small piece of tape. She looked around widely, her eyes finally resting on her captor with the needle being held within his steady hands. She began to scream through the gag, but the man shook his head and shushed her. She froze with fear and looked at him with tears in her eyes. He carefully put down the needle, and took the mask off from his face. Her eyes widened as she could see he was a teenage, no older than 20, with long white hair that seemed to unroll off the back of his head. His face however, was scarred at the top with a long mark that looked like it had been recently closed. He crouched down in front of her, placing the mask on the floor.
"I'm sorry, but I have since expended my patience in waiting for those who volunteer to be a part of my work. You couldn't comprehend the significance of what you are about to become a part of." He sighed, and stroked her cheek slowly as she looked at him with terror in her eyes. "You will be the end of human suffering. You, a stranger picked at random from thousands. Life is full of chances, although that may change soon…" He stood up and took the needle from the desk and walked behind the girl. She continued to sit there, with tears coming down her face. "Just now that I do this out of a desire to help, not to hurt. You'll understand soon enough, I promise." After he finished he quickly drove the needle into her back, and she yelped through the gag. The liquid immediately began to go through as her body began to relax. The man stood back up, grabbing the mask as he did so. He turned around as her body collapsed onto the ground, her breathing now slow and controlled. He sat in the chair in front of the desk, watching her relaxed form breath in and out before her eyes began to flutter open. She carefully slid out of her restraints, and removed the gag from her mouth. She then stood up in front of him, her eyes lifeless and cold. "How do you feel?" She continued to stare blankly ahead as her mouth opened to respond.
"Cold…" Her voice sounded calm, and yet there was no emotion behind it, as if her words carried no weight.
"Are you perhaps happy that you are free? Sad that I have done these horrible things to you? Will you kill me? Forgive me?" She shook her head again, her gaze fixated on the wall in front of her.
"I'm just cold…" The man in the mask nodded and stood up, putting his hand on her shoulder.
"Thank you…" He returned to the table where the liquid had sat moments ago. He stood before it for a moment, watching the next bottle begin to fill. "It's finally ready...it's time to begin.