OPERATION XENYSIS
CHAPTER 0. OUR SISTER PLANET
ACT I. [PLAGUING PARADISE]
Time left ungoverned.
Shadows thickening faster than the light can travel.
Whispers whimper before they become cries.
Desolate skies mourn for the awakening of its people.
Who's to blame? Who's to blame?
When we as humans are eternally all the same
DOCUMENT: OPERATION XENYSIS (RATIONALE)
Mild voices echoed across the dawn, shades of blue and black overlap one another to create a scenery that of which matched a dystopia. An onslaught of roars boomed throughout the air without a care in the world. Men, women, adolescents and children alike formed together as one to celebrate this reassuringly spectacular event. Light showers poured over Xenysis citizens as they waved their glowing wands with flags attached to each one in the air forcefully.
"Praise be to Alla!” one might have yelled
"Praise prayed, prayed for this judgment day!” another also yelled
Mercy might be for beggars, but hell reigns upon sinners words were labeled across these glowing flags.
Crowds of millions came as one that night, contained within a stadium packed together like skirmishing ants. An ordinary person would have assumed an all out war was on the verge of breaking loose, with riots as fierce as the rage of multiple typhoons. Their faces putrid with disgust and discord as curses spat out of their ill mouths spreading like a plague alongside each person. It was as if it was a contagion no one was unwilling to welcome. Foul speech was the song of the hour, inharmonious volumes carried themselves smoothly along the currents of the wind. Screeches cut open the sky, with polluted phrases being the force behind their constant screams of slurred words that could only be made out by their individual speaker. Showers of rain descended upon the massive gathering as they averted their gaze towards the center of attention, the center of the stadium. The reasoning behind every citizens accumulated anticipation was hinted to lie beyond what was set behind the curtains taking up a large portion of the stadium. A countless diversity you could have sworn was the reunion of the century. A ceremonial dream unlike no other, every human was involuntarily involved for the event that was beginning to unfold. However, all was not so well. Isolation was made exclusive to a select few, a few misfits that casted a blinding shadow to what would otherwise most likely emit a shine by a heroic course of action. In this society, these were the outcasts, the runt of the litter. It was considered forbidden slander to even dare murmur their names. The finest example of what not to be by any circumstances necessary, terrors that tormented the hours of both night and day. Every inhabitant in this world blamed their source of everlasting pain and agony brought upon them by these merciless souls. Though unjust in their own right, it was either to allow themselves to fall victim to a false interpretation they refused to believe or degrade what they couldn't quite understand. Humanity chose the latter and began to climb from that point onward into an unsuspecting null of uncertainty.
MEANWHILE ELSEWHERE..
A piercing shriek of terror shot through the air at full throttle.
Behind an opaque perspective, where a shouting crowd could be heard. Through the barring of a side door to the right lied a long and narrow hallway. It's walls stained with blood, a streak of the human liquid formed a trail to a glass door on the other end. The translucent door was blocking an unseen view. That was, until it's sudden happening banged shockingly against the glass door. A woman's beaten and battered face pressed against the glass as her scraggly black hair waved with the motion of her head. Blood oozed from her forehead, and splattered against the glass. She desperately tried to escape the threat while simultaneously maneuvering her way across the room and to the door once more to attempt to break herself from danger, and scurry out. Her bare body was scarred with cuts that if damaged any further could have severed her to the bone. One eye was shut, while the other was greatly bruised, leaving a saturated color to persist underneath her lower eyelid. Her face stricken with fear, as she danced around the devil that was presumed to be her present form of danger. A man with a dark mask concealed his face in incognito, his grin could be seen as the right mouthpiece was shattered open. The man yanked a chain that was attached to the woman's throat, pulling her with great force towards a large chair that sat in the middle of the room. She uttered a choking sound "Ack!"!” she said as the woman's face scratched against the ground, she licked the blood dripping from her chapped lips.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Down girl" The man said reeling her in slowly
The woman tried to free herself from the man's grip but all attempts were in vain. Soon after she gave into the likelihood of the situation, and ceased all motion in her heavily fractured body.The man chuckled and approached her, he knelled down on both of his legs and lifted her head up by her hair. He stared into her blank expression and smiled once more.
"Ah, how disappointing. If only the beauty of your face didn't mask such a hideous persona" the man shook his head.
The woman regained the lost expression in her face and returned his comment with an angry scowl fierce enough to intimidate that of a lion in which she mocked. She spat at him with all her remaining might. The man whipped the spit away from the side of his cheek that was revealed in the dark, he returned the gesture with with a swift palm of the hand to her face. He yanked her body upwards by her hair and lied her down in the chair within the center of the room. He bounded the end of the chain onto the armrests beside her. A dazzling light faced the opposite direction of where the two were located in the room, but it was readjusted to shine down immensely on the woman by the half masked man to reveal her light brown face. Her appearance showing her visible eye to be bare a slight epicanthic eye fold with the color of that single eye being brown, a light red shade of amber. The half masked man remained in the shadows but took a step closer.
"Now this, this is shocking. I didn't expect this much resilience out of someone as worthless such as yourself, but hey you know what they say. Even the most feeble and inferior of creatures bring out the strongest potential once they meet face to face with the finish line” the man spoke, his voice sounding husky but hoarse with each word.
“All this fancy talk almost bores me to tears, let’s get to the point” he said, a white smile could be seen flashing in the dark.
“In all honesty, half of your beatings were of my own personal pleasure, that much is true, but you tell me where the rest of our friends are and I can assure you they’ll be able to walk out of this ordeal alive” the man added.
The woman glared at him from afar
“Oh, and uh you might want to adjust that frown you have going on, it would be awful to have your face stuck that way on your corpse, wouldn’t you agree?” he said
“The only thing stuck is going to be your body in a casket once the rest of the team figures out what you’ve done you sorry ass excuse of a human being” The woman replied
“Hahaha. Ah, feisty and on your deathbed too? I’m starting to see why brother might have taken slight interest in you. Even with all the odds pinning you against a corner you still have the audacity to speak so harshly about the one person who decides whether or not to prolong your life or the pain dealt with it before death. You’re definitely one of a kind” he responded, while slightly raising his voice.
“No worries, I can always extract the DNA from your body and I don’t know, possibly track down the whereabouts of your so called son. Who knows? Maybe he might know where the rest of his father's friends have ran off too. It’s only a matter of time before my world consumes him anyway”
The woman's eye widened “You….. You son of a-” she replied
“Bitch? Oh, come on let’s face it. It looks to me like you’re the one tied up here” he said.
The man let out another chuckle.
“Go to hell” the woman responded as her grimace grew stronger with each of his comments.
The man sat up “Is that all you have to say? Are those your final words?”
“I don’t know why I waste my time, I’ve had my fun” the man added.
“And now for your final judgment , it’s a shame you won’t be able to witness all that you have left behind be flushed effortlessly down the drain as if it never had what it takes to make a change in the first place, and let’s be honest I don’t think it quite did” he went on.
“Let’s find out shall we” the man concluded, as he walked towards the glass door slowly yanking the shackles secured on the woman's arm with ease forcefully pushing her out of the chair.
The light glimmered onto his appearance faintly, revealing long strand of black hair hanging out from the small opening hole of where the mask was veiling. Velvet shoulder pads and a suit with black heeled shoes were shown clearly in the light as he made his way towards the door.
“Yes let’s find out” the woman replied, with a second supernatural voice matching hers simultaneously. A sharp grin replaced her otherwise loathsome expression.
A misty aura shrouded her presence and coated her in an intensifying light. Both of her eyes glowed an eerie white and her pupils became minuscule as if she was becoming one with a paranormal entity.
Deafening screeches emitted from her widening mouth while reverberating off of the walls and corners of the empty room.
The dazzling light that was cast before reflected it’s shine towards the man beaming with the heat of a thousand suns.
The half masked man slightly gasped as the light proceeded to blind his eyes temporarily and scorched him.
“Ack!” he yelled, arching his back against the pain.
Ghoulish spirits appeared from thin air and revolved around the woman, using the compact heat to burst open the steel chains retraining her. She dashed out of the chair only to stumble upon the metal links that were once held by the man, she quickly regained her balance and rushed towards the door. Using the sound to his advantage, the man exerted his body towards the closest frequency and grabbed onto the woman's leg tightly. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a strange device and thrust it into her leg hard. The woman screamed with agonizing pain, as the white mist surrounding her dissipated in an instant along with the visible spirits that encompassed her before. She fought against the pain with all her remaining strength and mustered what was left in order to dart towards the door once more. This time, her attempt was successful, as she opened and scurried out of the room relying on her more dominant leg to carry her out of peril. His eye strained with red, the half masked man eased the aching by holding his head down with both hands only then to later lift his head back up and grin maliciously. Panting with each breath as if gasping for oxygen after suffocation, the woman continued to force pressure onto her crippled leg. A trail of blood was left behind, with each footstep she took her heart raced uncontrollably. In that moment had she never felt so alive while escaping the clutches of her demise.
“Delphina! Delphina!” she yelled consuming all the energy she set aside to shout
“Delphina!” “Delphina! Listen to me!” she shouted
Her weight teetered side to side. Vision in her swollen eyes became blurry while the blood poured out of the open wounds in her body.
Another woman on the other side of the sturdy door at the end of the opposite hallway was hung behind the curtains on a stadium. Her legs barely touching a platform below her, and hands tied behind her back. The body she once fully possessed was in the same physical state as the previous woman who now temporarily roamed free from captivity. This woman however possessed lighter skin and long flowing hair black hair that seemed to envelop her body as clothes normally would. Her eyes were pitch black and absent of pupils but her sense of sound was heightened because of it. She let loose all movement in her body until she faintly made out a crying voice in the distance. Her head yanked forward at the same time gasping.
“Delphina! Delphina!” the running woman shouted repeatedly
She could hear the man's footsteps behind her and anxiety quickly sunk into her at a rapid rate. Once she reached the locked door that prevented her from coming into contact with the hung woman, she banged hard onto the glass window until her knuckles bled. The throbbing of her fists pumped vigorously with the pounding of her heart, almost at a steady beat.
The man approached closer in the shadows walking at his own pace
“DELPHINA!” She screamed at the top of her lungs, ignoring the footsteps she could hear nearby
“DELPHIN-”
The atmosphere ceased all noise.
Not even the smallest breath of air could be heard.
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A playful snicker rung from behind. The woman's face slammed against the glass window, and blood puked out of her mouth. Her eyes transitioned to the state of emptiness.
“S-save, him. S-save them all” her last words uttered from her wounded mouth.
A knife could be seen below piercing through completely from one side to the other of her stomach. The man grinned but this time it was more clear that it had betrayed all traces of innocence left in his spirit. Lifelessly, the female victims head toppled onto the glass streaking blood and creating a horrid sliding noise to complement the mood.
The hung woman peered over to the glass door, her eyes widened with shock.
“Venora” she said.
Her face stricken with immediate sorrow, but oddly the tears simply refused to fall.
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“I have, I have found them all” she spoke.
“And now, here is to our future, one in which we failed to claimed for ourselves”
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