A Tail of Beastians - Pre-Prologue and Prologue
I started this story about two years ago. I hope that the story that I'm about to tell is good for reading. Oh, and any comments on how I can improve would be really helpful. Still sorta new to story writing.
Also, I do plan on putting sex in a few chapters. At least two chapters will have M/M, and a few chapters will have M/F. So please keep that in mind.
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Alex was an average man as far usual standards went. He lived in an apartment, located in a small town somewhere in southern California, that was a little run down. Most of the tenants that lived there considered him weird by the look the of his room, and how often he changed his hair color. The room he lived in was particularly messy, and small posters of his favorite shows and movies literally took up almost all of the wall space. A computer, which sat on a small desk, is located directly across from the entrance. The small kitchen, which he kept clean, is to the left of the computer. His couch, which he slept on, is a plain blue comfort couch that sits in front of the entrance. A little coffee table stands in front of the couch. He used the bedroom, located left of the entrance, as a sort of large closet.
He kept all sorts of clothes in here from ordinary clothes to cosplay costumes. Sometimes he would dye his hair to match the clothes, but most of the time he kept black, his natural hair color. His eye color is dark brown. He stands at about 5"8', and weighs at 152 lbs. Despite what his neighbors thought of him, he was a good person, and often helped his neighbors if they needed a hand. Though no one suspected it, he led a secret life. He was a computer hacker. One night he got bold, and decided to hack into one of Microsoft's security computers. He was found out, not because he was caught, but because he e-mailed a stronger program. The CEO was actually impressed, and offered Alex a job. Though he turned it down, he is regularly visited once every two weeks by a Microsoft official for stronger security programs, being well paid in the process.
He still worked at the movie rental store, located right across the street from the three-story apartment. Sometimes, when he had nothing to do, Alex would think to himself that if he were ever offered a position to lead a group of people he would have to turn it down. He knew he had no leadership qualities. He didn't know why the subject always popped up in his head. He supposed that it was simply from watching too many anime shows, so, to him, it was always a pointless subject for him to even bring up.
He never knew his destiny was going to take a dramatic twist.
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"Have you found him yet?" said a squeaky evil voice.
"Yes, sir. We finally found him," said a deep, bold voice, "It took quite a long time to find someone requiring the unique DNA structure," said a deep, bold voice. The tall, black man handed the files he was holding to the old man dressed in laboratory work clothes, who was sitting behind a sort of electronic desk observing the many monitor screens before him. The old man yanked the files from his subordinate's hands, and read through them, memorizing the photo of a black haired man with dark brown eyes. "Excellent!" he said, "I'll experiment with the tiger gene again on him. I was quite pleased with the last subject." As he finished, he looked at the monitor screen displaying his latest guinea pig, a tiger-like humanoid creature with silver hair in a tank tube. "Nasty little female ninja," sneered the old man, "She should have known what would've happened to her. She just had to know what I was doing."
"What about the ninja clan she belonged to?" asked the black man.
"They won't bother with her. She broke off from them months ago"
"But what if-"
"She didn't learn enough of their secrets. Don't worry."
Even though he was told not to, Markus was still worried. He lifted his hand, and rubbed his bald head. Professor Garret saw this, and turned his head to look at a particular monitor. Two small fox-like humanoid girls were displayed on the screen, both in separate tank tubes. From their appearance they looked to be identical twins. "Look I told you to forget it. This base is completely invisible on any kind of map. The only way to find it is by visual, and even that would be more than hard to see in a forest. We have no more to worry about ninjas than we do with the government. So when I say don't worry, I mean it," Garret said this without blinking, or taking his eyes off the monitor. Not totally reassured, Markus decided to drop the subject. "Better get some rest. You will be getting up pretty early in the morning Markus," Garret said.
"Yes Professor Garret. I'll leave then," Markus said. As he turned to leave, he checked his watch which read 9:36 pm. As Markus left the room, Garret sat there, looking at the many monitor screens. An evil grin spread across his face as he said, "Finally, when my last experiment is complete, my plans will be put into action. We'll see what the future holds for him. Every thing depends on his actions."
The old man coughed a bit, then rubbed his bald top. "I'm getting too old. My plans must be put into action soon," he said to himself. He then pressed a button on the electronic desk, turning off the monitor screens in front of him. His breath started to get short as he clutched at his chest, wheezing to get oxygen into his lungs. He dug around in his lab coat pocket, and fished out his Ventolin. He placed the little thing on his mouth, and breathed deep as he pressed the button, a little hiss coming from it. He repeated this again, then breathed deeply, and put his medication away. "Definitely getting too old," said Garret. Most thought he was 65 judging by his appearance, but he was in fact 81. He hid that fact quite well as he strode towards the door, taking normal strides instead of short slow ones. As he exited the room, he looked back inside, and looked as if he was memorizing where everything was. He then exited the room, and went about his way to his quarters to sleep.