Genetic Genocide
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Rays of light illuminated the sterile white flooring within the large condo. Automated blinds throughout the building followed the rising sun as the early morning light shined upon the Techniverse. The condo was sparsely decorated adding to the empty aura it so furiously put off. The only signs of life existed within the walls resided in the master bedroom that only contained a single bed in the middle of the floor. As the light crept its way across the floor towards the bed a single red, menacing, figure appeared over the sleeping man beneath the sheets. As if a ghost the figure didn't move, but as the light changed the figure seemed to change as well – obviously a projection, a hologram of a woman. The hologram didn't utter a single word, but simply watched over the body with solemn eyes. As the light reached the bottom of the bed the man stirred, but only slightly. Eyes opened, and pupils adjusted to the amount of light within the room allowing a clearer picture to be formed. Tossing the covers to one side the man stepped from the bed – ignoring the hologram – and made his way towards the windows on the far side of the room, the light passing over his naked body illuminating the torture of his past each defining a different moment of his life. Even heavily scared the man walked with pride in each step, posture impeccable, as if cut from the cloth of royalty itself. The scars that marred the pale body traveled from his feet upwards past his thighs and most of his chest all fatal in apperance; especially the larger ones where his heart would be, and along the inner thighs following the femoral artery. A single crossed scar existed on the right side of his neck across the carotid, but none existed past that, nor past the elbows of his arms with exception of his right arm. Each could tell a story and as if tattooed upon his skin flowing like art. The same – shamefully – could not be said for his right hand, as halfway up the forearm a jagged circular scar made it's way around the entire circumference of his skin marking the spot where his arm was clearly hacked off very crudely. Though the skin that sat upon the fully functioning metal prosthetic seemed real to the touch and even taste it was surely fake as was a good portion of the man's body. Silver crystalline eyes watched the horizon as the sun crept up the sky and shined upon the Tech allowing him to imagine that all it's inhabitants might burn from the heat. The mere thought brought a crooked smile upon the man's face that could only slightly be made out from behind pure white hair. His features could only be described as sharp and menacing, and displayed almost no emotion as he watch the sun slowly move. The red projection appeared once again this time the woman-figure seemed to be sitting upon his shoulder legs crossed ever so dignified. Her lips moved, but a single word audible, but the man nodded his head in a sense of understanding.
'“Humanity. It's like a disease. You've got the beauty on one side, like this white flower in my right hand. Pure and untouched by the sin of the world. But then you have the ugly on another, like this knife. You see the pure metals bent by malicious intent made only to cause others harm. Sure, the knife could be used for other things, but in the end its sharp point will always be turned on another. You... Father, are the ugly. Sadly, I can't say I've escaped your fate.” The man spoke eloquently but his silver eyes were almost empty, as the knife point touched the flesh of his father's neck. Kneeling down and dressed fully in black all that could really be seen from his fathers position – pressed back against one of the lab tables – was that of his sons silver eyes, white hair, and pale skin. As if the reaper himself had come to lay claim to his life. “Xane... Why?” but the older man's question was only met with laughter. “Why you ask, father?” Xane noted making it a point to restate the question slowly before standing and turning his back to the man whom he had just saved from dying of poison only seconds before. “Because you are a horrible man, and I am but a weapon of this world forged by your ignorance and malice...'
Xane stepped away from the widow leaving the light as he moved in to the large walk in closet of the master bedroom. The closet was filled with expensive tailored suits and only a small shelf of normal everyday clothing; along with an assortment of black ties, suspenders, and belts. As he started to dress himself the hologram appeared once again, this time sitting upon one of the shelves within the closet. Though others could see her no one could hear her, unless she wanted them too at least. The color today seemed to be gray as he continued to don a pair of light gray, fitted, suit pants accompanied by a black of pair of suit shoes. A tanned leather belt, white suit shirt, black tie, and matching light gray suit vest came shortly after. Tucking in the white shirt, buckling his belt, and throwing on a leather shoulder harness holding a black karambit knife and three extra heat-sink clips for his weapon was all one smooth practiced motion. Something that had been done day in and day out as if since birth. The last piece of his attire was a fitted light gray coat. Moving into the Bathroom Xane started the final part of his morning ritual, fixing his hair. The one defining factor that set him apart from his father from birth was his hair, and so he always made it a point to keep it long and rebellious. Xane pulled his white locks back into a ponytail revealing the shaven sides and back. A single braided strand on his right side was left hanging as it held a few decorative beads, in an assortment of colors, and his fathers family ring at the bottom that had been passed down from sometime before the great war. Once he was finished Xane took a moment to stare at the mirror, but he still couldn't recognize the man he had become, and so closed his eyes slowly and began to picture the world inside his mind.
'Opening his eyes as slowly as he closed them the world around him had turned black, nothing in sight for miles. “Valkyrie, Report.” Xane ordered in the business-as-usual tone. It wasn't long before Valkyrie appeared – The red hologram from before – clad in white. The feminine figure wore a simple white dress and heels that matched her white hair. Against the black back-drop you could say her darkened tan skin was almost glowing. Pale-red eyes watched Xane as he blankly stared back, not at all started by the sudden appearance. The woman held a remarkable resemblance to his younger sister, but with her own set of personal touches. “Miss Jaeger and Mr. Renvy interrogations are over, It appears Miss Jaeger spent the night at Mr. Jinchu's place. All night.” She noted giving a slight cough before continuing. “Mr. Locklsey has already gone over the reports, and I believe is currently talking with Miss Everrett. His personality seemed to be slightly conflicted though. He would be a valuable asset. Jek hasn't reported in on his side yet. The disturbance from the other night more than likely caused quite the commotion. It'll be a while before we hear from him.” Xane nodded contemplating his next moves. “Alright. Send Jonathan the coordinates to the old lab on the fringes of the Borderlands It's time he gets his hands on some of the truth. Take all the necessary precautions. Get me in a room with Mr. Renvy as soon as possible, no rush. Wake up all the other contacts and get them to clean up the mess down in the underground and report any findings. Warn Kaelyn I'll be down coming down personally later today. We're close, Val. Check.” The AI smiled eerily at the thought. “Mate, sir.” a wolfish grin swept across Xane's face at her words and he closed his eyes once again, allowing the virtual world to disappear.
Xane opened his eyes to be greeted once again by his own visage – the same wolfish smile staring him down – within the mirror before he turned and walked out of the bathroom. As he made his way into the parlor from the bedroom he continued into the living room where the elevator that would take him down to the lobby would soon be waiting for him. Pressing the button upon the side Xane used the spare time to retrieve the silver pocket-watch from atop the stand next to elevator and grasped his cane within his right hand. When the doors opened and he stepped in he turned a full one-eighty upon his heels catching a short glimpse of his condo before the doors closed. As the elevator dropped towards the lobby he thought over what had had been done, and then what must be done; his sister had just spent the night with a rather seditious fellow, all the while her boyfriend was going through interrogation. Oh, how that was going to sting. A encrypted message was sent to Jonathan Locksley that could only be seen by his eyes, any unwanted on-lookers would only see what looked to be spam from one of the various science magazine that scattered his office. Though if the good Mr. Locksley looked upon it he would see coordinates, and should he follow those particular coordinates they would lead straight to the lab where Xane's fathers body rested. The same very lab Xane was born in, and some of the first Superhuman testing had taken place. The message was signed at the very bottom by a man select few in the Techniverse knew existed, The Wolf. Hopefully Kaelyn would be able to get free, and respond to his notice. Then there was Travis, mix feelings welled up inside Xane about Travis. His file had been marked as couple, with his sister, but should he give him a chance to escape? Would he be of use. He would have to decide after having a chat with the young man. The ding of the elevator reached his ears ending the sporadic line of thinking as it meant that he had now arrived in the lobby. “Time to get into character.” He thought to himself as walked forward, this time portraying a limp with his right leg rather perfectly, even using the cane to fully sell the injury to all whom looked upon him. As far as anyone knew he had been injured in a fight shortly after the DASHR break out that left his right leg somewhat useless. “Good morning, Mr. Jaeger. And where am I taking you today?” He smile at the driver kindly before responding as he did every morning. “Well Dave, I think I'll be paying Dr. Locksley a visit this morning, if you will.”
'… That is why father.” When Xane had turned his back his father stood, and reached out for his son in one last attempt to plea for his life, but there was no hesitation upon Xane's lips, nor his hand as his body turned sharply around – knife in hand – aiming perfectly for his fathers throat. Blood stained the near by equipment and walls, but pooled upon the floor in excess once the body had hit the floor with a rather loud 'thud'. It was at that very moment the beast had been awoken, and at the very second it chose to bear it's fangs. World beware.'
'“Humanity. It's like a disease. You've got the beauty on one side, like this white flower in my right hand. Pure and untouched by the sin of the world. But then you have the ugly on another, like this knife. You see the pure metals bent by malicious intent made only to cause others harm. Sure, the knife could be used for other things, but in the end its sharp point will always be turned on another. You... Father, are the ugly. Sadly, I can't say I've escaped your fate.” The man spoke eloquently but his silver eyes were almost empty, as the knife point touched the flesh of his father's neck. Kneeling down and dressed fully in black all that could really be seen from his fathers position – pressed back against one of the lab tables – was that of his sons silver eyes, white hair, and pale skin. As if the reaper himself had come to lay claim to his life. “Xane... Why?” but the older man's question was only met with laughter. “Why you ask, father?” Xane noted making it a point to restate the question slowly before standing and turning his back to the man whom he had just saved from dying of poison only seconds before. “Because you are a horrible man, and I am but a weapon of this world forged by your ignorance and malice...'
Xane stepped away from the widow leaving the light as he moved in to the large walk in closet of the master bedroom. The closet was filled with expensive tailored suits and only a small shelf of normal everyday clothing; along with an assortment of black ties, suspenders, and belts. As he started to dress himself the hologram appeared once again, this time sitting upon one of the shelves within the closet. Though others could see her no one could hear her, unless she wanted them too at least. The color today seemed to be gray as he continued to don a pair of light gray, fitted, suit pants accompanied by a black of pair of suit shoes. A tanned leather belt, white suit shirt, black tie, and matching light gray suit vest came shortly after. Tucking in the white shirt, buckling his belt, and throwing on a leather shoulder harness holding a black karambit knife and three extra heat-sink clips for his weapon was all one smooth practiced motion. Something that had been done day in and day out as if since birth. The last piece of his attire was a fitted light gray coat. Moving into the Bathroom Xane started the final part of his morning ritual, fixing his hair. The one defining factor that set him apart from his father from birth was his hair, and so he always made it a point to keep it long and rebellious. Xane pulled his white locks back into a ponytail revealing the shaven sides and back. A single braided strand on his right side was left hanging as it held a few decorative beads, in an assortment of colors, and his fathers family ring at the bottom that had been passed down from sometime before the great war. Once he was finished Xane took a moment to stare at the mirror, but he still couldn't recognize the man he had become, and so closed his eyes slowly and began to picture the world inside his mind.
'Opening his eyes as slowly as he closed them the world around him had turned black, nothing in sight for miles. “Valkyrie, Report.” Xane ordered in the business-as-usual tone. It wasn't long before Valkyrie appeared – The red hologram from before – clad in white. The feminine figure wore a simple white dress and heels that matched her white hair. Against the black back-drop you could say her darkened tan skin was almost glowing. Pale-red eyes watched Xane as he blankly stared back, not at all started by the sudden appearance. The woman held a remarkable resemblance to his younger sister, but with her own set of personal touches. “Miss Jaeger and Mr. Renvy interrogations are over, It appears Miss Jaeger spent the night at Mr. Jinchu's place. All night.” She noted giving a slight cough before continuing. “Mr. Locklsey has already gone over the reports, and I believe is currently talking with Miss Everrett. His personality seemed to be slightly conflicted though. He would be a valuable asset. Jek hasn't reported in on his side yet. The disturbance from the other night more than likely caused quite the commotion. It'll be a while before we hear from him.” Xane nodded contemplating his next moves. “Alright. Send Jonathan the coordinates to the old lab on the fringes of the Borderlands It's time he gets his hands on some of the truth. Take all the necessary precautions. Get me in a room with Mr. Renvy as soon as possible, no rush. Wake up all the other contacts and get them to clean up the mess down in the underground and report any findings. Warn Kaelyn I'll be down coming down personally later today. We're close, Val. Check.” The AI smiled eerily at the thought. “Mate, sir.” a wolfish grin swept across Xane's face at her words and he closed his eyes once again, allowing the virtual world to disappear.
Xane opened his eyes to be greeted once again by his own visage – the same wolfish smile staring him down – within the mirror before he turned and walked out of the bathroom. As he made his way into the parlor from the bedroom he continued into the living room where the elevator that would take him down to the lobby would soon be waiting for him. Pressing the button upon the side Xane used the spare time to retrieve the silver pocket-watch from atop the stand next to elevator and grasped his cane within his right hand. When the doors opened and he stepped in he turned a full one-eighty upon his heels catching a short glimpse of his condo before the doors closed. As the elevator dropped towards the lobby he thought over what had had been done, and then what must be done; his sister had just spent the night with a rather seditious fellow, all the while her boyfriend was going through interrogation. Oh, how that was going to sting. A encrypted message was sent to Jonathan Locksley that could only be seen by his eyes, any unwanted on-lookers would only see what looked to be spam from one of the various science magazine that scattered his office. Though if the good Mr. Locksley looked upon it he would see coordinates, and should he follow those particular coordinates they would lead straight to the lab where Xane's fathers body rested. The same very lab Xane was born in, and some of the first Superhuman testing had taken place. The message was signed at the very bottom by a man select few in the Techniverse knew existed, The Wolf. Hopefully Kaelyn would be able to get free, and respond to his notice. Then there was Travis, mix feelings welled up inside Xane about Travis. His file had been marked as couple, with his sister, but should he give him a chance to escape? Would he be of use. He would have to decide after having a chat with the young man. The ding of the elevator reached his ears ending the sporadic line of thinking as it meant that he had now arrived in the lobby. “Time to get into character.” He thought to himself as walked forward, this time portraying a limp with his right leg rather perfectly, even using the cane to fully sell the injury to all whom looked upon him. As far as anyone knew he had been injured in a fight shortly after the DASHR break out that left his right leg somewhat useless. “Good morning, Mr. Jaeger. And where am I taking you today?” He smile at the driver kindly before responding as he did every morning. “Well Dave, I think I'll be paying Dr. Locksley a visit this morning, if you will.”
'… That is why father.” When Xane had turned his back his father stood, and reached out for his son in one last attempt to plea for his life, but there was no hesitation upon Xane's lips, nor his hand as his body turned sharply around – knife in hand – aiming perfectly for his fathers throat. Blood stained the near by equipment and walls, but pooled upon the floor in excess once the body had hit the floor with a rather loud 'thud'. It was at that very moment the beast had been awoken, and at the very second it chose to bear it's fangs. World beware.'