Prologue
In the beginning there was but one being. The ancients refer to it as Kadji – Utdos "all and nothing". It was the container for all that is and all that is not, the everything and the nothing. It created our universe as we know it, and the first beings it created were called "Idelia" these were Kadji – Utdos' thoughts given physical form. They were in charge of structuring and upholding our universe. They are now known as stars and when one dies all that was maintained by it also returns to the nothingness of the universe, this is known as a black hole.
Once the universe was created Kadji – Utdos was still not satisfied. Although he Idelia had decorated the universe splendidly, to watch the same thing for all eternity would grow tiresome. He then thought of another form of being, one that would resemble him more than the Idelia in their diversity and free will. So, on each planet he bestowed the gift of life and based on the characteristics of that planet life grew in a great fireworks show that spanned the entire universe. One planet he particularly took interest in was Earth. The humans there had taken a form that completely mirrored his own. He decided to create another life that resembled theirs but had different characteristics these were called elementals by the humans. The elementals created another continent where they could rule in peace called...
Elementica
-Chapter one-
The Assignment
"Damn! There's nothing to read in this crap sac of a library." said the man in a frustrated yet hushed tone. Even when hunched over to look at the books at the bottom of the shelf, one could tell that this man was taller than most, near seven feet in height and with the build of a fighter he was an imposing figure to those who saw him. Beads of sweat formed on his fore head from the library's lack of air conditioning, making his deep brown skin glisten. He wiped it off with a hand kerchief that he pulls out of his unbuttoned suit jackets pocket, then folded the fabric quickly and neatly as his habit and stuffed it aback in his pocket as if it had never left it.
Little did he know that there was another man dressed almost identically as he nearby; stalking him from behind the book shelves. He was shorter with golden blond hair, pulled back in a thick pony tail that descended right beneath his shoulder blades. He wore thin and elegant half-rimmed glasses and his face would have been completely devoid of any imperfections, where it not for a small scar on the right of his chin, which in all honesty only served to give him a more rugged look that balanced out his strong effeminate features.
Taking advantage of his prey's moment of distraction the hunter advanced quietly behind his target and fast as lightning gave him a powerful smack in the back of the head.
WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT ASSHOLE!? Exploded the one who'd just been hit.
Quiet we're in a library. Replied the other calmly, a content smile playing on his lips
Fuck the library! You should have thought of that before you smacked me in the back of the head! Continued the first completely furious.
Look at your watch." retorted the blond man calmly.
The man did as he was told and gave a long grunt when he saw that he had indeed over stepped his schedule boundaries.
- You know Thomas you're the only black man in the agency. The fact that you're also the 'black sheep' discourages-
- "Outer racial hiring". cut in Thomas. I know, I know I've heard the same sermon one thousand and one times now.
Despite the fact that he was scolding him Thomas detected a mischievous twinkle in his friend's eyes. He soon found out what was behind his friend's impatience. Outside waiting for them was an electric blue Ferrari Enzo with the agency's logo of a black panther in a silver circle painted on the hood, and at least ten nitro tanks under it if he knew the agency at all.
New car? He asked calmly.
What do you mean "new car"!? burst out the blond haired man. Don't you mean "holy crap what happened to that piece of shit buggy and where did you get that awesome new Ferrari"?!
Need a breather? Replied Thomas after his friend yelled out his last sentence in one trait.
I... Hate... you .Responded the friend darkly
Glad to see his friend back to his hyperactive self, Thomas got into the car and asked what the mission they'd been assigned to today entail. Having given up on any chance of impressing his friend, the blond man complied with the request giving Thomas the mission specs as they sped out of the library parking lot and towards their destination.
They were to go to a deserted mine and verify the surroundings as it was rumoured to be the hideout of a criminal organization specializing in illegal development and distribution of weapons and mercenaries.
So they don't just have the weapons, they know how to use them to? asked Thomas in a resigned fashion.
That's the only sensible outcome. They wouldn't distribute mercenaries who didn't know how to properly utilise the weapons that they came with.
God Damn it. I don't get paid enough for this.
Quit your whining. chuckled his friend. We're here.
They could not believe what rose up before them on the horizon. It was a real fortress! It was quickly built and of wood but a fortress none the less and probably swarming with enemies. Thomas pulled out a handgun and took out the clip; he reached into his pocket and loaded a red clip into the fire arm.
Wait, what are you doing with that gun? asked his friend, a slight bit of worry in his voice.
Put your goggles on. responded Thomas coolly
Wait! What are you doing with those Bullets!? his worry was now turning into panic
Put your goggles on and tell me how many enemies there are? replied his partner with a bit o annoyance piercing his tone this time.
Please man. I just got this car and-
Just put the damn goggles on before they see us and start shooting at the car! Barked out Thomas.
With a resigned sigh, the blond man reached into the glove box and pulled out a pair of advances looking goggles and put them on, flicking a switch on the side. The activated and he was instantly able to see just how many guards were standing guard on the fortress wall.
The scanner shows seventeen targets. He said calmly. All are armed and it seems some
I see them. Confirmed Thomas, aiming his handgun.
Are you really going to make me buy a new wind shield again? Whined his friend
No just seventeen bullet holes worth. He responded with a small smirk.
With those words Thomas did something amazing. Having located all targets he dispatched all seventeen of them and destroyed the fortress by shooting a row of gas tanks at the entrance. All within Twenty seconds and as he predicted only seventeen bullet holes riddled the wind shield. It was this deadly accuracy with any projectile that earned him the nick name "god eyes Thomas" and the title of number one warfare agent in the agency.
Busy gloating to his partner, Thomas failed to notice the shadow moving across the road towards them until it jumped out of the ground and on the hood of the car plunging its claws in the shiny, blue steel.
What the!? Yelled out Thomas in surprise. Seeing the black creature in front of him, he let his reflexes take over and shot at it three times.
The assailant fell off the car and onto the side of the road. Thomas' partner slammed the brakes and got out of the car as soon as it had come to a complete stop, soon followed by Thomas himself
The Hell was that!? More importantly what did it do to my car? Panicked the blond man seeing how the thing's long and narrow claws stabbed into his engine.
How the hell should I know? replied Thomas annoyed. All I can say is that it sure as hell didn't come out of that fortress
After a few seconds the car burst into flames and they realised they'd be forced to walk the rest of the way forced to walk. Thankfully the fortress was just a few hundred meters away. Both Thomas and his friend, who was getting angrier by the minute, were completely stumped as to how that thing could have suck up on them.
He got off to easy. After all the missions, after all the extra credit assignments I completed to earn that car. All he got for totalling her was a quick death? said the blond man with tears in his eyes.
Dude, you are obs... Wait a minute "he"? As in not "it"? As in human being? Asked Thomas perplexed. His partner sighed and readjusted his glasses before answering, regaining his composure.
Thomas. Your eyes instinctively seek out the vitals because you're trained to kill. As a result, you wouldn't recognize a man you thought you killed in the heat of battle if he struck up a conversation with you the next day. I, on the other hand, don't work in the field as much as you do. I'm not a warfare agent but a research type. I'm more at ease in front of a hundred computer screens than in front of ten bad guys. So just as you can kill in an instant. I can absorb tons of information in an instant. So although I only saw what attacked us for a moment I was none the less able to thoroughly analyze him. He was a young male, probably in his late twenties, wearing what could only be described as a futuristic ninja suit. Five feet and ten inches tall, he wore a full body suit and mask, that's why you didn't immediately recognise him as human; the facial features that showed through his mask indicate that he was probably an Asian man.
Dude, I hope you're bluffing, because if you aren't, I'm now officially more scared of you than him. Said Thomas smiling, true he'd known his partner most of his life, but he was always impressed at just how advanced this man's intelligence was compared to others, even for an agent.
One thing still eludes me. sighed his friend. The scanner uses advanced sonar and heat sensory. It should be virtually impossible to escape detection by it.
Maybe it's broken? Suggested Thomas bluntly
Doubtful, considering it identified all the other enemies with pin point accuracy. Anyways we should examine the body of our little assassin, it could prove useful to understanding what we're after.
As they approached the area where they were attacked they noticed the man had disappeared. They split up to search the snow banks in case he had survived and limped away to call for back up. Thomas saw a black dot in the snow which turned out to be the knuckle-clawed gloves in that had pierced the hood of the car.
In the midst of thinking about a certain mutant, Blaze heard a cross between the crack of a whip and a thunder clap behind him. He spun around to witness a grizzly sight. His friend, with his steel, electric whip in hand, was standing over the man he thought he'd killed a few minutes earlier. The assassin in question was laying in a pool of blood, the lower half of his body nowhere to be seen.
- END OF CHAPTER ONE-
