It was dark outside, rain pouring from the heavens like a broken fountain. The only other sound that could be heard was the deafening scream of something in pain. Or, someONE, in pain.
The only light that could be seen in the darkness were the white flourescents of a small laboratory, or, at least the small GROUND level of the laboratory. Another scream tore through the air as the rain still poured. But then there was another sound, something so, unbefitting of the scenerio, something as evil, as it was joyful. A sound only the darkest of creatures could make in the given situation.
laughter.
pure, unbridled, joyous, laughter.
But there was not anything joyful about it at all.
It was the sound of pain.
It was the sound of loss.
It was the sound of rage.
It was the sound of death.