DISCLAMER: *sigh* I own nothing
SUMMARY:
They were created to kill the Labilia...the undead who now walk the earth looking for one thing.
And one thing only.
Death. Destruction. Chaos.
The cat sat lone and decrepit on its perch with it's broken eyes and battered tail. The cracks in its form shown proudly among the moon and all her glory.
Nothing seemed more prominent and proud than she.
Her light and all its magic called out to those of the night. She bled red as blood, when the magic of something deep and chilling cooled her core. She commanded those in death to once again rise and take back what was once theirs for the ruling.
It was time. Time to take over the world and birth it anew.
Howls and screams rose out among the dark backdrop of the night sky. Cries of those finally free were heard amidst the screams of terror and fright.
Nothing would remain untouched. Nothing would remain unbroken.
The cat once on its perch was no longer. Dark fur and tail slowly disappearing into the night as the call of something greater overcame it.
There was a way. A way to save them all from damnation. There was a way, and it would be found.
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"Have they been found yet?", his voice was like sand paper; rough against the calming whir of the monitors in the desolate room.
Bare and sparse were the walls, hardly a match for the cluttered tables filled to the brim with computers and machines programmed to do what he couldn't. A common goal needed to be accomplished. The sounds consuming the room a constant reminder of the things that would come least they find the chosen ones.
The ones capable to stop the madness that was wrought upon them so flippantly. Without a care for the world the Labilia of past era's had once again risen and come to see the end of times, as it reeked havoc upon the earth and all it's inhabitants.
A timid red head with a hunched back and thin black glasses, observing the monitors hurried at once over to the doctor with her clipboard in hand. Nervously drumming her fingers against the clipboard she flipped through the pages on it to find the necessary documents.
"Doctor, we haven't found them, but it seems to be that we are making very good progress." her voice shook slightly as she saw the shadows overcast the doctors handsome face.
"I did not ask for our process, you insolent girl," he said with a sneer, "I asked if we've found them yet!"
"W-w-well s-sir, like I s-said it see-"
His booming voice cut through the buzzing room and demanded silence so that he would be heard.
"We do not have time for your dilly dallying, this is no joke." his speech was slurred with the drunken tales of too many nights unsuccessful. "This world will meet it's doom if they are not found soon! Is that clear?"
A chorus of yes sir and understood sir graced his ears and put his soul at little ease as the time for the end of the world was drawing closer and closer with each passing breath.
"Sir," a woman with blond hair secured into a tight knot at the back of her head and calculating green eyes stood at attention overshadowing the timid red head.
The doctor let a small grimace cross his face as he saw what was in the woman's eyes; success.
"They have been found." It wasn't a question.
"Yes, sir."
"Very good, bring them in immediately, we must begin training as soon as possible. This is no time for mistakes, we must prepare for the fight of our lives."
With that said the doctor left feeling anything but relieved. Yes, the chosen ones had been found, but the hardest part had yet to begin. A weight had been lifted off his shoulders only to be replaced with a bigger, heavier burden.
The burden of victory.