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January, 1, 3089


Crazy things happen in crazy worlds. A false accusasion leads to a murder. A mad mans on the loose destroying homes. And what do you do? You hide in your homes with out a care. Trying to tame your rebelious teen and calm your frantic children. You warn them with storys and try to lock them up, but always fail.

Compira was once a peaceful world. Children could roam the streets with out care. Teens didn't sneak away in the middle of the night to go to raves, do drugs, drink, or gamble. But what we've come to find out is that, that world is boring. So lets say out with the old and in with the new. But what does that bring us? Pain.

"5 years ago, we signed a treaty, 5 years ago, the wars were to stop!" An elegantly accented feminine voice shouted and the sound of a fist being brought down upon a steal box rang through the air. "and now, they are just noticing the betrayal they have laied out on silver plater! may the Gods have no mercy!" The sound of dishes flying through the air then comeing to an abrupt stop; shattering against a wall. "lighting activated." A computerized female voice spoke as clear glass tubes standing in each corner of the room hummed with life. The room lightened as bolts of electricity flashed blue through the tubes. Soon it was bright enough to reveil the reflective, milky white glass that made up the walls and floor. The two matte white leather bowl shaped chairs that sat before a stainless steal desk. A white folder with the letters M.S. in a bold black font stamped on the front, sat atop the desk. Which also held a single black pen, a holo-comp, and a singal silver card. It was no bussiness card, nor index card, not even a playing card, no. On this silver card held a glowing neon blue holographic image of the numbers 01 on one side, even the same blue holo style on the back side, only it held a barcode. Beside the mysterious card, there was a rather large dent in the desks surface. Not far from the desk, lieing on the glass floor was the shattered remains of a saucer and tea cup, that were once white with beautiful silver detail. Last, but certainly not least. Behind the desk sat the woman, in a hi-back black leather chair with silver stitching. The woman herself looked not as elegant as her voice, but only hard and cold as if she has seen much battel. Her irridecent blue eye's were cold and lifeless. Her skin was as pale as a ghosts. She wore a black leather jacket over a rather tattered old black T-shirt. She wore a blue and black short plaid skirt, which had chains around it and dangaling from it. Beneth she wore blue and black striped stockings, which of course were torn, to match. To finish it all off she wore black lipstick and silver buckled black combat boots. Minus her rough and tumble look, her long sleek black hair was pulled back into innocent looking pigtails, but innocent and sweet this girl was not.

The room looked as though there were no doors, yet a part of the wall on the oppisite side of the woman slid open to reveil a tall pale ivory skined man. "well now, whats the matter?" His voice was heavy with an irish accent, deep, but not to deep. He strode in wearing black knee-hi combat boots, black skin tight jeans, and a sort've deep purple with black disign singal sleeve jacket that had white fur lineing only one side of the colar. His eye's were an electrifing pink, as was his hair, only a large white streak of hair fell acrossed his face. His nails were painted black, and he wore two vary old looking silver rings. "nothing." The woman said with a huff. The man grined and sat in one of the two chairs, then kicked his legs up onto the desk. "come now love, that tea cup says otherwise." He gave a soft chuckle as he poined at the desimated dishes. The woman grumbled and to no prevail, gave in. "D.C. broke the treaty." The man nodded. "i know, that happed years ago, why bring it up now? our military forces are handleing it just fine." The womans lifeless eye's flashed for a moment with a hint of pain. "and that, i know, only the government is just noticeing, and have asked that we send Gwen out in search for more recruitment." The man shrugged. "well, why not?" Her eye's this time softened. "i don't want to endanger the lives of more children." The man frowned. "they can handle it." The woman slammed her fists on the desk once again leaveing two new dents. "you'd best stop doin' that." The woman abruptly stood from her chair glareing down upon the man. "They're just children!! They have lives and familys! i'm tired for being the bad guy and takeing them away from that! you and i know how it feels to try to return home but everyone there doesn't recognize you! i won't do that to any more children X!" The man she called X flinched slightly as the pain of the words hit him, hard. "i-i kno-" He was interuped when a pale woman with red hair pined up in a bun, forest green eye's, and the black heels and a forest green womens suit to match came rushing into the room. "Commander! word came from the council, the king has been kidnapped." X and the one the woman refured to as commander exchanged glances. X stood and straitened his jacket before saying. "and your telling us why?" The red head gave him a 'duh' sort've stare. "Haimetos gave the orders for his kidnapping." X slowly made an O shape with his mouth and hung his head.

"Molly, find Gwen and move him to the down town district, now." The girl called Molly ran out of the room. X turned to the Comander and frowned. "but i thought you said..." The Comander snatched up her card from the desk and placed it in a jacket pocket. "i know what i said X, but even you know i have a hard time following even my own orders." The Comander exited her desk and left the room. "club 21?!" X called after her. "meet me there!" The Comander called back.