Ma'lan smiled with satisfaction as his patient laid back down on the surgery table. As usual, the procedure had been successful. Things were moving along according to plan. Soon, the entire race would be a great, undying species.
He could not have known how wrong this dream was.
A loud knock rapped itself upon the door, the person obviously in a hurry if they were too lazy to ring the doorbell, as anyone else would have. Sighing, but the smile still uncontrollably resting on his face, Ma'lan turned and smartly pressed a single button on his wall, causing the silver door to slide itself open. A single, panicked figure stood there, his eyes wide with fright.
'They have come.'
Ma'lan's own eyes widened. 'No, they can't of! Not after seeing the success they have allowed to take place! So many have been helped!'
'But they are not among them.'
They were the early experiments, the ones that were not as successful. At least, that's who Ma'lan thought they were. He moved to the nearest window and gazed out to see a small crowd of figures he'd never seen before. They were definitely not the failures he had expected to see.
'What are they, exactly?' He asked the other doctor.
'Um… they would be the other half.'
'The other half of what?' But there was no answer, there was no one left to answer. Ma'lan had not even heard the quiet sound of the stranger's body flopping to the floor, but when he turned from the window that's exactly where the other man way laying. In the still-open doorway stood on of the figures from down below. 'How did you get in here?' he demanded. An unnatural heat was radiating from the being, and Ma'lan felt the urge to back away.
'I am one of your creations.' It said smoothly, angrily, and then, Ma'lan's vision went blank.