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This is my SYOC story. Go read the final chapter of SYOC, as it just says a few things about it. I don't know what else to say, other than ... enjoy.

SUMMARY: The Director is building an army. A gigantic, horrific mutant army, to take over the world and change life as we know it. And the only one that can stop this is Shadow ... but she can't do it alone. Love, hate, betrayals, fear ...

August 3, 2000

'Good. Very good. All of the experiments have begun?'

'Yes, Director, ma'am,' said Dr Mary Wright. 'Only, there is a little … uh, mishap.'

'Mishap?' The Director looked sternly at Mary. 'What is this … mishap? Fix it at once!'

'I'm sorry, ma'am,' said Mary shakily. Nobody could deny it; the Director was scary. 'I'm sorry, but it just isn't working.'

'What isn't working? I need you to tell me, Wright!' demanded the Director, her nostrils flaring. How dare this good-for-nothing, hardly successful scientist get in the way of the Director's great plan – one that was sure to work?

'The memory modification,' said Dr Wright. 'Uh, ma'am,' she added hastily.

'What do you mean?' ground out the Director. God, was she angry …

'The avian-human hybrids. Their memories won't erase. Everybody else has worked, excusing three experiments. Two were intentional, of course. Another could be killed easily. She dares to call herself –'

'Quiet!' shouted the Director. 'You are sure that the memory modification process is not working?'

'Perfectly sure, ma'am.'

'Well,' said the Director, calmer now. It would be okay, she reasoned. 'They are young. They shouldn't be too … insolent.'

'Yes, yes, exactly, ma'am!' said Mary, nodding her head vigorously. Thank God, she thought. I thought she was going to kill me. I was sure of it!

'Fetch Dr Gotnei,' commanded the Director, spinning on her stiletto-ed heel. 'Fetch him at once.'

Mary hurried off.

'Fool,' snarled the Director, to nobody in particular.

A few moments later, Dr Mark Gotnei rushed into the room, Mary behind him. The Director gave a dismissive flick of her manicured hand, and Mary sped off.

'What is this?' said the Director coldly, her glasses glinting in the sunlight as the rich beams hit them through the plastic blinds. The light gave an oddly false sense of goodness. Of course, no goodness lived in the Director's office. Nothing but –

'The experiments are fighting back,' said Mark, interrupting the Director's thoughts. She glared at him. 'There is nothing we can do. We've tried everything. Nothing worked. Perhaps their youth will allow them to forget, and, with time, join our forces. Besides, if they are too … naughty, per say, we can just kill them off.'

'Yes,' said the Director thoughtfully. She had always liked Dr Gotnei; he was reasonable, came from a good father. Of course, his mother was a disgrace, but he knew that, and so did his father. It was a good thing that Alicia Stephenson was killed. And anyway, she was a test subject for later experiments. 'Yes, that is true. Continue with the hybrids. They should be successes in future. Keep a close eye on them, though. Don't let them escape notice of the guards at any point.'

Mark nodded and exited. The Director sat down in her chair and childishly spun in circles, distracting herself of her troubles for just those few seconds. She let her head fall back, looking up lazily at the ceiling.

She knew her master plan would work. Her growing army of mutants – experiments – would take over the world for her. When she was done with them, when the world was hers, she'd kill off the bad ones and keep the good as guards. It would all work perfectly. And the world would see exactly as she did. They would know she was right. Right. She was right all along!

Her plan would go through. It could take decades. But her army of non-human soldiers would take over the world. And all those that stood in the way would die.

December 17, 2009

'Another has escaped, ma'am.'

The Director glared at the scientist.

'Catch them, you idiot! Send Zero! She's our best agent, by far –'

'Zero has already been sent!' interrupted the scientist. He gulped at the Director's withering glare.

'Send Storm. Send Cress. Send every single freaking one of them you can! Send the whole army! But I can't lose another one of those stupid hybrids! Catch them! Catch them!' she screamed, her hands curled into fists and her whole body rigid. The scientist – Dr Horace Menel, she thought his name was – took a fearful step backwards.

'GO!' she shouted. The shrill loudness of the sound made the glass windows shake. 'GO, YOU BLITHERING IDIOT, BEFORE I HAVE YOUR HEAD SEVERED!'

Dr Menel fled from the room, his lower lip trembling and tears welling in his small, bulging eyes. Wimp.

Another one! The Director couldn't stand for it … that was twenty-nine, now. Twenty-nine experiments had escaped, the majority of which were human-avian experiments. Twenty-freaking-nine . The Director was losing it. If another escaped, she'd probably kill a scientist just for a bit of fresh meat.

Dr Menel rushed into her office once more. The Director rolled her eyes. The wimp was back. 'This one calls herself Abigail Grace R-Reed, ma'am,' stuttered the scientist. 'Sh-sh-she dares g-give herself a-a-a name? Wh-what nerve that f-f-f-f-freak has, oh, yes …'

'I don't care what the name of the bloody experiment is, you RETARD! Get the hell out of my office and start finding the stupid experiment!' Again, he ran from the room.

The Director slumped against a nearby wall and ran one of her slim hands through her messy hair – she had done that so many times now, it was barely a shadow of its former elegance.

Twenty-nine. Twenty-nine experiments. Gone. If she lost one more, then the plan would really sky-rocket.

Because while she was out to take over the Earth, she would also find some time to personally murder the twenty-nine escaped experiments. And she would enjoy it.

January 10, 2010

The Director's eyes widened imperceptibly. The alarm bells kept ringing.

No, she thought, horrified. It had been almost a month – with their new high-level security, she was hoping that no more would escape. It was almost impossible. And yet, the high-pitched alarms rang through the corridors, their sound piercing.

A scientist hurried into the room. The wimpy one. Dr – he actually called himself a doctor! – Horace Menel. His whole body was trembling with fear, but he said it.

'Another experiment has escaped, ma'am. V74Y885N. Or, as she prefers to call herself, Vyn. A name! A-a-a … name …' His voice trailed off as the Director took three slow, menacing steps towards him, like a tiger hunting her prey. Another. And another. She was so close now.

She was a foot away. Then she just stood there, stock still in front of the visibly shaking scientist, who was of the lowest rank in the company now – due to her intense disliking towards him, he had been demoted – several times.

A few minutes later, she lashed out, dagger in hand, and slit his neck. Wimp.

He fell to the ground, dead. The Director gave a satisfied smile and cleaned the bloody blade on Menel"s white coat.

These stupid, stupid hybrids. Did they really believe they could escape her and her freak army?

Idiots. They didn't stand a chance.

And that is the prologue! So, congrats to:

RANDOMRANTING - creator of Dr Mary Wright

DarkeningRoses - creator of Dr Mark Gotnei

Sonic SCREAM - creator of Dr Horace Menel

BlueSkyKite - creator of Zero

Serpent's Ballet - creator of Cress

InvaderVyn - creator of Vyn

maximumridefan111 - creator of Abby

Remember, guys, these aren't all the characters in the story! More to come! And don't worry, there are still more whitecoats coming in. :)

Ta-ta for now!

- J