Chapter 1

Commander Root cocked his gun barrel at the increasingly cracked steel door and the ten others followed suit. His robotic eye whizzed round taking in the situation while his normal eye stayed fixed on the door.

The last technician was working on an escape route but this had a small chance of success something to do with out of this world. His eye, which had a small computer in, told him the odds of them surviving the battle. They weren't very encouraging; they were about the same odds that one-day trolls would fly. 0.00001. Rather than this depressing figure he shouted.

"Make every shot count. We might not survive but that doesn't mean they have to."

The last of human and fairy kind nodded and charged there weapons ready for death to come crashing his way through the door. Next to him the only sane one of "them" known only as "The Alpha" looked like he always did, emotionless, his pale face contrasting with his dark hair twirling in his hands a custom built blade gun.

The Commander sighed and lit his last fungus cigar. It had been a long two years since the war broke out. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. The Mud Men lived above, the fairies below and the criminals all around. Then… Well the details were a bit sketchy but no one cared about the past when the future held so much death and destruction. It had started with the Mud Men and in particular a certain mud man named as Professor Tawt. According to files he worked alone having little if any contact with the outside world. This kind of status would have been investigated but the council were too big headed not worrying because as they put it "he's only a Mud Man". Then merely two months later the Professor had come out and showed the world what he had been cooking up over the years. August, Friday the fourteenth, later known as the fateful day. He remembered seeing the video of that day at the Nobel Prize. Professor Tawt had come on with his brother to show a "complete change in society as we know it" as he had put it. The Professor had taken out a syringe with blood already inside it while he was speaking and with these last words injected it into his brother's arm. The reaction was immediate. His brother had doubled over then started writhing upon the floor. Many tried to get near enough to hold him down but were knocked back by the force of his struggles. Eventually his struggles died down and he sat up. No one, even later, could quite put their finger on how he had changed. But now the commander knew it was Alpha. The Professor passed him a metal bar about as long as his arm and about as thick as a troll. Alpha had broken as if it were a twig. He had then proceeded to perform other superhuman feats such as running at high speeds, jumping and so on by the end of it he wasn't even out of breath. None of these however were quite such a shock to the fairies compared to what Alpha did next. The Professor then preceded to hand his brother a short but sharp knife. Alpha had tested the blade the light glinting off its surface. Then quick as a flash he plunged the blade into his left arm. Many people screamed and Alpha ripping the blade out of his arm held it to the light to show it wasn't faked. The wound was bleeding badly now and the blood started dripping down onto the floor. Then what appeared to be electricity was knitting the wound back together blue sparks flying and in less than two seconds the wound was no longer there at all. To the scientists it was just another use of electricity; to the fairies it was something a lot more worrying. Magic. Not only did Alpha display all the powers of an average fairy he preceded to use magic fairies hadn't seen since humans lost their magic. This included a small amount of Telekinesis and Telepathic communication, which could be shown through a phone and not just other people.

It was supposed to be a step forward but had seemed like a step backward instead in later years.

Commander Root checked his gun one more time and then his last grenade if he was going down he was taking as many of "them" with him. For everyone's magic had run out years ago and they hadn't been able to perform the Ritual. The cracks widened and the door started melting in some places they could just see part of a red eye staring. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the technician working as fast as the computers would allow and then. The door broke apart and a horde of the monsters swept through. All the guns screamed in unison with the monsters as the shots tore through the air only to be dodged at the last second. Eventually a different scream rent the air as a monster tore out the man's stomach with its bare hands in the old days magic would help but that was the price for war. Retreating now and putting several bullets into the heads of some too close monsters while The Alpha cut off ones head and put bullet through the brain of another at the same time. Half were already down and being eaten, their blood and guts spewing everywhere. Suddenly one of the largest of the monsters jumped right over the head of the commander and threw a knife at the technician who had just raised his head and shouted.

"I did…"

Then the knife met his throat. Poor guy didn't stand a chance. He fell back upon the creation he had worked so hard for but hadn't been able to use in time blood now spurting over it. The portal was open. Bringing up his gun he aimed for the large monster, which had taken their friends life after his triumph. But the monster had been expecting it and was already upon the portal with the tremendous speed of his kind and with a blink he was gone. Grabbing the last fighter Alpha threw her right across the room and into the portal and running in after them.

Commander Root had his back against the portal fighting one fairy to a thousand of "them". Knowing this was a bit of a cliché but he had always loved Die Hard when he was young. He pulled out his grenade pulled out the pin and shouted as he threw.

"See you in hell vampires!!!"

He then jumped backwards and then he was gone.

5 hours later

The leaders of the vampires surveyed the scene and chuckled.

"I believe its time dear."

"Yesss but I doubt they realissse what they've done."

The chuckling soon became two sounds of pure evil cackling.

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