Avenging the past: Prologue
Avenging the past
Hi, this is a story that I though would be ok enough to post. Shows what I know... Still, if it's good enough, then tell me how to make it better. Criticism is ok, as long as its constructive, and not just hurtful, please point out stuff for edit. If you want to give anything else, make it a choc chip cookie.
Prologue
A woman ran throughout the dark, dank alleys of the screaming town, clutching her baby in both arms, holding him to her chest. The baby was awake, and very much terrified by the cries of terror that had woken them both.
The Rijn, an enclosed area where the infected resided, protected by no-one but the safety of great brick walls, barbed at the top and 30 foot in height, was being attacked by Pura Man. A hateful, racist society dedicated to riding the history of man of the "Tainted" genes of those infected with the Rijnor Condition. Named after the foreign scientist that had loosed it after the harmless mutating of tulips for experiments.
The fires had been started, smoke blackened the late dusk skyline. Fearing for her life, and the life of her half a year old baby, the single mother, a white furred canine of some sort standing 6 foot 2 ran from the home she had known for two years. In time it seemed, for an almighty crash that made her blood run faster than it had ever, broke through the muted early sounds of the prejudice raid on the inflicted sanctuary.
It had started randomly, suddenly and without warning. People began to change, with no difference based on race, ancestry or health. First to alter was internal abilities, enhanced sight, smell and hearing, granting the infected increased perception. Then, the body figure was changed dramatically, fat was, almost removed of a number of days, almost always reaching below average for the average male or female, to be replaced with muscle, unexplainable to science.
The woman paused, hearing sadistic laughter close by, peering round a corner hesitantly, she saw three masked men drag one of the infected group out from under a dumpster. The fur covered humanoid she wolf screamed as they kicked her, taking joy in her pain. The hidden woman clutched her baby even tighter, hid back round the corner, closed her eyes and held back a whimper that would surly give her away
Certain muscle groups changed more exponentially: legs became stronger, biceps gained mass, and abdomens became the dreams of workout enthusiasts. It was as if the inflicted had been running for a workout after years without even getting of the sofa. This was not welcomed badly, of course the afflicted became proud of such abilities. Then, rapid hair growth, almost completely covering the body, but it wasn't like ordinary hair, more akin to fur.
The sound of a gunshot echoed throughout the town, joining the many screams for fear that their lives would also be ended this night. Upon hearing the sound, she bolted back down the way she came, taking a different turning away from the screams, and the smoke stretching across the dark skyline. Her special shoes, stretched and home altered to fit her new padded feet, battered through discarded bottles and rubbish and other debris that littered the alleyways of almost any city save for the rich, inflicted free first quarter. To be in the attacked blocks of the Rijn zone was to warrant a painful, last few seconds.
Then almost all within a Day, every member of the afflicted group became sick, and tired, complaining about stiff bones and sore muscles, worried about fatigue and exhaustion. They went to be sore, and when they woke up, hell broke loose.
The white fur covered mother with her eyes half closed out of fear and from the smoke turned the corner of a random alley, to crash into a masked figure standing 5 ft 10, obvious from the masked face, was that he was human. Realising that the masked terror had fallen onto the floor rather than her, probably due to her impressive height, she turned to run even faster than before, except to realise that the furless figure cradled in his arms, her baby.
Stood motionless, with an icicle of fear going down her spine so cold, death himself would have ran, she watched the human sit upright, surprised that he now cradled an infected child, look at it, to her and began to speak.
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Please don't hunt me down with an axe.
If gained enough support will be more, if not, maybe two, three stories to go.
With love
Lord V.