--It's 3010. The result of small mistakes in genetic alterations and war led to an outbreak of mutations and diseases across the world. Countries are falling apart as the Eyelock take charge. There seems to be no hope, and hate and desperation crawls in the ruins of cities.--

*warning* Do not try at home. Even with adult supervision.

Prologue

2094, October 29

'A perfect killing machine. Wouldn't that be convenient?'

The doctor, an artist himself, rummaged through his desk drawers with a spike of determination, and fished out a drawing pad and pencil. He let his hand do its own thing, drawing furiously and messily in an effort to not lose the fading image in his head. He found himself drawing a girl's face with dark fierce eyebrows, long pale silvery hair, and the blackest eyes he could make with the lead of his pencil. The doctor smiled slowly, his breath catching with astonishment as his hand brushed the girl's cold pale cheek. He could almost feel her gaze burning through the paper.

No, no, no. She couldn't look like one of the Eyelock's soldiers. She had to blend in. The doctor changed her hair to a light blond and her eyes a lively green. 'Perfect'.

The doctor laid back in his chair, the gears in his mind spinning quickly. It was illegal now for genetic alteration, after the outbreak of diseases and mutants. Half of the doctors who'd gone rogue were arrested. The other half surrendered to the Centre and now worked for finding cures for the many diseases that roamed the streets.

But nobody knew he still existed. He managed to fake his death long ago. Almost all of his equipment he had built on his own was out of scavenged and stolen materials. Yesterday he had stolen a nice little pack of microscopic needles which would serve a great help in his new experiment.

The doctor got up and walked calmly down the stairs of the abandoned home, but inside, he was brimming with excitement and anticipation. He swung open the door to the basement and didn't bother to flick on the lights. He had memorized the outline of the basement long ago. He got to the cellar at the end of the basement, two big boxes of thick glass each encasing a person. Here, he powered on the lights, and the two glass boxes lit up with a bluish pulsing light. The woman in the right box sprang to her feet, her eyes ablaze with fury while the man in the left box slumped against the glass wall in defeat. The doctor was glad to see they were miraculously still alive, even though the small old air vent connected to the two boxes barely provided any clean air, and considering the fact that they had nothing to eat or drink for the past few days.

"Well!" the doctor said enthusiastically, rubbing his hands together. "It's time that I've put you to use! Shall we?"