Ink Of Honor

by Ink of Honor

On December 21; the world lost all power and sank into an eternal night. The temperature dropped to the negatives and it wasn't long before the human race was completely wiped out. The only group that remained was the new era evolution. Homo Luminous; The Generation that Would Eradicate Mankind's Mistake.

1. Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from Naruto. All credit goes to the author and illustrator Masashi Kishimoto, nor do I forge any of his work for monetary value.

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"In order to eradicate mankind's mistake; we must

purify ourselves in a way that which we do not make the same ones"

-The Lone Code'

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Chapter 1

We started out as a word. A simple one really. One that was easy to say, and easy to write. The scientists that wrote it, used it on us and infused the meaning into our DNA.

We were created with only one purpose, and that was to continue to live on. Our job was to continue living in a world without them in it.

On December 20'Th, 2012 the planet's alignment brought forth more than just a brief eclipse of the sun. After the dark mass moved away, and the earth regained it's light; the days got colder.

No matter how much the sun would be out, there would never be any difference. The weather soon turned unpredictable, and the storm chasers could no longer follow what went on with the world. They lost their jobs, and nobody could ever replace them.

The Newscast that broadcasted every morning with epic tales of heroism, and stories of murders eventually ended too. Those people decided to stay home, bundled up close to whatever they found warm, and retired from their life of excitement. There was nothing to report on. There were no more stories.

When the stories ended, so did communication. Television was no longer interesting. Unless you liked re-runs of the same shows over and over again. The phone lines ruptured, and the technicians didn't have the heart to go out in the freezing temperature to fix them. People just stopped talking to each other.

The only men and women who actually stuck together were the ones that I had the pleasure to be acquainted with during my early stages of life. These people were the ones who stuck needles in me and repeatedly injected me with numerous substances.

And I wasn't the only one they did it to. There were once thousands of us. One by one, we would line the walls of the room, each to their own containment unit, but still together. We were all one big happy family then. We liked each other. We smiled whenever one of us would say something funny.

We were all apart of a heart. Beating, and moving simultaneously to match the calm flow of a river.

Like everything that was happening with the world at that time, we were breaking as well. Every time someone else would die, we would die as well. We got old. Not in the literal sense, but in our minds.

Independence became of us and we no longer laughed. We instead stared, and on those rare moments some random boy or girl would smile. But nobody else would join.

We once started as a Nation, thinking alike and feeling the same, until everything changed. I don't know what day it was exactly, but it was some time after the 21'st. As the days grew colder, our hearts did as well. We ended as a broken whole; a shattered memory that had been left un-thought.

Some of us couldn't take the experiments and were left to combust and rot by the side of the freezing road. Others were stronger. They were gifted with robotic abilities like a metal arm to replace the one they had lost, or an eye that could see through Ultra-violet rays. Whatever the gift was, they could either be grateful or melancholic. You couldn't really ask for what you wanted. You just got whatever they wanted to give you.

I was one of the strong ones, but I picked a bad time to be good.

My gift was a demon. They had put inside me, a blood like substance that clung to my veins, and flowed through my body. It took the form of a fox, and came out instead of blood, whenever I would get injured. It was the greatest gift anybody could ever ask for. But it was the most horrifying as well. I was feared once the others knew of my new gift, and I was hated for it.

I knew I could never live the same again, but I was just an experiment. I knew I would die soon. Be left to decay like how they left the others. But I didn't. Which confused me.

I lived through to the end, and I stayed.

Ink: SOoooooooOOOooOooo.. How was that? Weird, I know _ . But hey! Has potential right? New Chapters will come out every Friday and/or Saturday. This is only the first chapter, the reason why it's so short, but I promise a WAY greater length in the second and later installments ^^. I would love reviews and critics, I know I'm not the best writer~ T.T It only takes a minute to write 3 Please do it because I'm awesome and you love me 3 /trownofacliff. I love one worded ones as well! But more worded ones are worshiped 3 …if that..even…makes sense.. |D .Okay. Welps. I'm rambling again. This is what happens when I'm annoying . . which is all the time T.T . shiz. I'm doing it again. 8U .