The Belief Project, Prolouge, Enter: Marcos Flint
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The Belief Project is a multi-chapter story about an extremist group, Belief, whose goal is to give this sad world its wake-up call through whatever means necessary, and the one man who has no choice but to play an integral part in either the destruction or salvation of our world.
Enter: Marcos Flint
I've never really cared for looks, of course, I still appreciate beauty, but I have never really put much stock into looks. I suppose that may be why I had chosen this in the first place! I know now that I had been so passive in believing to be anything but shallow. So anyway let me tell you about myself. Until a year ago, I was just an ordinary human, average build, about 6 feet in height, dark complexion with reasonable muscles (I hardly ever got to the gym, I really didn't care how I looked). I worked in the doldrums, 60 hours a week for 7 days, getting paid -barely- over 20,000 pounds a year with a shit house in what could be called slums. I can't stress this enough, my life Sucked! Amidst the hate, the racism, and prejudice that made up this crappy earth, why could I never find that light? That one small flame that strengthens your belief in humanity even that one small bit? Hell, we can barely call our race humans anymore.
I thought about suicide a few times, but I never really tried it. It may have been survival instinct or maybe I was just lazy. Sometimes I delude myself into thinking that some cow would come my way, (don't think I'm sexist, I'm almost sure I had a bovine fetish in the past), so maybe that's what kept me going.
When people told me my soon to be employers, United States Cellular Biometrics, had created the infamous extremist group "Belief", I just waved it away, because I tried to never listen to dumb rumors. I got a job there as a temp, earning what was the minimum living wage.
Each day I worked there, they, as they once told me, evaluated me in secret to see if I was capable of carrying the secrets of a continent. They were the most accepting crowd I had ever seen! They employed humans and furs alike, never discriminating.
Let me explain a bit. The U.S. Cellular Bio. Company is one of the leaders in genetic experimentation, gene therapy, stem-cell research, you name it. The textbooks even say that they helped to create furs, some 90 years back. Now furs are races of human/animal morphs, created, because we had grown tired of ordinary human culture and whatever, maybe they just wanted to play god... I know that they produced scientists to work with and understand that horrendous substance of DNA. It took them years but they successfully mixes human DNA with that of animals to create "Furs". Over the years they took new faces, being "bred" to hunt or work, they eventually had a coup and got rights, if people would chose to recognize them. But even today it seems, people fear what is different. It seems every day you see the morph population being stuck on the back of the bus or you hear newscasts of some poor fox being raped or beaten by gangs.
It was an unmarked letter on my desk, they said emails were traceable, it asked me to join their cause or to go on leading my normal, shitty life. It was a formal invitation to join Belief! They wanted everything I stood for! Of course I would take it!
That march 18th, I had been walking down that alleyway in the dark, we once held meetings underneath the building but had to move once they started performing raids. I Had to be secretive, I never told anybody, did I want to be alienated, or worse, arrested for conspiracy?
It was 10:00, I knocked on that door, my suspicions about it being locked held fast. I knew the face who stood there, it was Julia, the Vixen with the cute smile, but her face looked sullen to me, perhaps she knew what my future held and it hurt inside her. She was very pretty with deep red fur, I know I once had a crush on her!
She led me to the back room with Mr. Hurwitz, Anthony as he liked people to call him, the stallion was looking nervous. We got strait to business.
"Marcos", he said, looking my way, "I'm sorry that I cannot tell you what this mission has in store for you, our operation may be disintegrated at any hour, so you must decide now, will you put your faith in "Belief"? You may always go back to a normal life, we have no paper trail, you choose".
"Sir", I said looking up, my face lit with new resolve, "I accept this challenge, I trust your company with my life, so I will do everything in my power to see this through to the end."
"Thank you Marcos, you will be taken care of, but first, to make you look the part."
End Prolouge