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Tuesday, November 14, 2006
I thought up an idea while i was watching fuse, and here's the result.
I don't mean to be offensive to anyone, this is not completely my point of view....well, actually, most of it is....but i'm not criticizing anyone.....or any people....
The main character in what i'm calling the prologue, is a "demon" or hybrid named Tigra. She recounts the history of her creation... why am i tellign you this? you can read that.
Her mate, Merlin, was killed 700 year before the story begins, saving Tigra in the process.
now, onto the story, I implore you to read it, it's only 900 words long....
Prologue
They call us demons. The humans. They don’t see anything past our exteriors. Or at least, most of them don’t. I don’t blame them. Most of us are only here because we fought to survive. Humans are becoming a dying race, in their place will rise the creatures with nature’s advantage. There’s just one problem. Nature had no part in our creation. Humans, with their silly ideals, attempted to create the ultimate fighter, and, through genetic engineering, and a few hundred billion dollars, the U.S. created the first 100 of us. I was one of them. That was their first mistake, using real, living organisms. We have minds of our own, we aren’t driven by a “need to kill,” we are driven by nothing more than instinct. Following my creation, other countries created their own “demons,’ and then they didn’t know what to do with them.
In their process of creating us, the humans used animal DNA to enhance typical human DNA, making us hybrids. They removed most of their weaknesses, and added a ton of strengths. Most of us look like humans, with minute, minor differences, but some of us, truly look like the demons of old. Me? I’m a cat hybrid. I have black cat ears, a sharp contrast to my normally blonde hair. I have sharp nails, nothing out of the ordinary for my kind. What’s the thing that separates me from my kind? Well, I have more compassion than most. I don’t fight to survive, I fight for what’s right, and I just survive.
The reputation of being a hero during the Demon Wars is, well, irritating. I didn’t do anything more heroic than the others in my squadron. I was the leader, that’s all. They followed orders. Sure, I might have done some infiltrating, and helped to ensure the victory of the demons, but I only did that because they were holding us prison. The Demon Wars lasted over 200 years, believe it or not.
At the end of The Demon Wars, only three of my squadron remained. There were originally 12 of us, and all of us were from the first 100. Said to be the strongest of all the demons created, we were hailed, and praised by our peers. If we were so strong, how did the humans manage to kill us with their filthy weapons? Guns disgust me; they allow the ones who are afraid to fight a chance to kill. True courage, if you ask me, is up close and personal, one-on-one, sword fighting. Guns allow you to kill your opponent with little effort, little skill, and little danger of being killed first. I hold nothing against any of the weapons from 3000 years ago, bows, arrows, swords, daggers even, they’re all more sophisticated, and require much more skill to use.
I hold many things against the humans, but I don’t kill because of it. Earth, Terra, the third rock from the slowly fading sun, it is dying. The humans have rendered this world useless. I’m truly surprised they lasted until the year 3700, 1700 years after they realized they had a problem. The moon (oh how I miss it so) has been gone for 200 years. Yes, I’m really old. What is that old saying, 22 going on 1500?
Population, another human caused problem. Their silly religions, their silly ideas, all of them are a problem. Whimsical creatures, they are. Bright? No. I can’t say they were any smarter in the Stone Age, but at least they weren’t as confusing. How do I know this? That’s a different story, my friend.
When they created their religions, they created many opportunities for war, perpetual poverty, and many other problems. How many wars have been caused by religion? More than any one should have to know.
Where are my manners? I never properly introduced myself. My name, such as it is, is 79, or at least it was, before the revolt. Now I go by Tigra Jameson. I’m sorry if I’ve offended you with my rambling. I may look 22 years old, but I’m really 1500. I’ve started dying my hair, red the shade of fresh blood, I wear only black. Some would call me “Goth” or “Emo,” but they’ve never had to kill, nor have they ever had to watch their best friends die, but what happens to very few people, is watching your mate die. I’ll never forget him, my tabby boy. A cat hybrid like me, he was on a mission with me, in order to save my life, he shielded me with his body. I didn’t escape unscathed, but I was alive. I felt dead inside though, the humans didn’t live very long after killing him. Powers I didn’t know I had emerged, and they were killed within seconds. I was alive, but he was dead, I nearly killed myself. The shock of losing your mate is one thing a human can NEVER understand. I’ll never get over him, he was my only love, and he always will be. My twins were born just before his death. My daughter, she’s just like me. Her brother, on the other hand, is just like his father. It may seem like a cliché, but it’s true. Sierra and Aaron, they are destined for greatness. I often wondered, what greatness are they destined for?
One thing you need to know, this story isn’t about me. I’m just the one who is documenting it all. No, this story is the story of my children. They are the ones who will make the world change. They will make life better for both races. This is their story......
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