Obviously, I have plenty on my plate right now, what with the three personal stories I have going and the one collaboration, but my mind just never seems satisfied and I have several more story ideas lined up and ready to go. I'm just forcing myself to stick to the ones I have before I post any new ones. However~ That certainly doesn't keep me from coming up with stuff!
So I decided to give you guys a peek of one of my latest ideas, since I probably wont actually be posting it for a while~
It doesn't have a title yet or anything, just this little intro that I whipped up real quick, but enjoy!
Rumor had it that the sky hadn't been seen in generations. The Earth had been poisoned long ago, reduced to a husk that barely sustained life. The green grass was yellowed and thin, if it grew at all. The trees that had survived and managed to live this long were twisted and gnarled, ravaged by the polluted wind and drowned in the acid rain. Buildings that had once stood proud and tall, proof of all that mankind had achieved and reached high into the sky now stood as lifeless shells, the glass broken, the brick crumbling and the wood rotting. Streets were crowded with the remains of vehicles, with the bodies of the animals and people that hadn't been lucky enough to make it, though the flesh was long gone. Only brittle bone remained.
The sun no longer shone in the sky, covered by thick, grey and foreboding clouds, clouds that brought destruction when they wept. At the best of times it was a dull glowing orb behind the curtain of gloom. At the worst, it was black.
The twisted roots of the deformed trees had spread out far and wide in their attempts to reach more usable water. They broke through the surface of the concrete and the blacktop of the deserted roads and streets. Small animals, the mice and insects that once had lived underground, made their home in the roots, scurrying about the streets and in abandoned buildings, the only life to be found on the surface for years. But that would change. Life would find a way.
Most of man kind had been driven underground. They were survivors. Humans always found a way. They built their cities under the surface, with the soil and old roots to protect them from the Earth's crust and all that came with it. Complex routes had been dug, branching off what used to be sewer systems and cable piping. Filters had been built, filtering the Earth's unbreathable air and toxic water before pumping it through the piping and feeding the small cities.
The survivors lived in sparse, small communities like the villages of old. Fearful and timid from the years, the generations of living as mice were supposed to, most stuck to themselves. Reaching for the surface meant death, so plans of ever seeing the sun were abandoned and all but forgotten as the years rolled away and generations trickled by.
But not all of Mother Nature's creatures were left alone to die. Other's survived. Other's evolved. They grew into creatures that could withstand the harsh conditions, that could find food where there was none to find. They were beasts and monsters that didn't feel the effects of the pollution or the acid that poisoned the water. Most had little intelligence and only focused on surviving. With the lack of sun came a lack of pigment and they too took on the white, lifeless colors that the trees and plants had. Their flesh toughened, becoming hairless as hair was no longer needed to keep warm in an over heated world. The tough skin provided the necessary armor needed to fend off the acidic rain.
Some were large, intimidating monstrosities that could push their way through the tall buildings that once stretched toward the heavens. They crumbled the once great constructions and ignored the stone walls like they were made of straw. They crushed the shells of cars underfoot and snapped their jaws at the tiny creatures that scurried on the ground.
Others were small, more agile and less strong. They held more cunning and had less pure instinct. They found the humans hiding in their holes and they found ways inside the underground tunnels. At first they had wreaked havoc upon the unsuspecting and unprepared communities that they found, but the humans did what they did best; they killed the creatures, they survived.
The beasts were dubbed as hollows and their primitive, almost dinosaur like appearances did not go unnoticed. It seemed that Mother Nature was going back to her roots, favoring the less developed creatures that could evolve at a quicker rate. She was rebuilding her planet and her plans didn't seem to include humans any longer.
Someone else's plans did, however. At least to some degree. A greater force conquered the world above and moved their forces to the surface. They brought weapons and devices to help them survive as the Earth began accepting life once more. They put to use the abandoned buildings, rebuilding, relearning how to survive. They created better, more effective ways to live, ways for humans to adapt. They even found ways to speed up Mother Nature's duty, helping the planet in it's struggle to sustain life.
The force that had already reached the ground level had been hard at work for an undeterminable amount of time. The creatures that had come to be known as hollows were captured and killed, fought and leashed. Smaller breeds were kept, their intelligence allowing them to be trained. The larger were mostly left alone unless they became a problem. Experiments and tests were conducted and new monsters were unleashed, the objective unknown to all but the very highest in the chain of command.
When word had first spread that the surface was slowly becoming livable, that Mother Earth was beginning to correct mankind's mistakes and that the rain no longer ate through concrete, that the air no longer needed to be filtered, people rejoiced. They cried and they sang. They packed their families and the few belongings they had with them. They cleaned their ragged clothing and washed themselves and they climbed to the surface.
They were met with resistance. The above ground armies were merciless and destructive, their soldiers trained to the pinnacle of efficiency and force. The simple survivors were killed or driven back underground while the leaders of the above ground force became like gods. It was unknown what they attempted or why they refused to allow the rest of mankind out of the dark and it didn't matter. They killed those who stood in their way and they did so without second thought. The underground communities hid away in their holes, hoping to be left alone. Hoping to survive.
What had once been a whole, simply known as Earth, was forever divided in two. There was what had once been where life had thrived, where it was just beginning to take hold once more and where those with power were making their base and preforming their mysterious duties. Once known simply as Earth's surface, it came to be called the Upper and it was supposed to be off limits.
The tunnel systems and the colonies that were located below the surface took on the term Lower. They were meant to be lower in every way. Hidden below the Upper and dug deep underground, they were subjugated to all that those of the Upper could and would do. They were the victims, lesser than the men above them and they were all but powerless.
Higher up, even above the Upper and seemingly hidden within the toxic clouds was located the leaders and rulers of the Upper and the subjugators of the Lower. Their word was law and unbreakable. They were god, a part they had no qualms about playing and going against them was sacrilege.
They dished out orders and commands, sending their armies scrambling about on the ground. They conducted their experiments and they did their mysterious work, telling none what they planned. Those who got in their way were eliminated, those that didn't follow orders or questioned their means vanished.
One such experiment stood above the others. Originally given a number like all the rest, it was quickly learned that this specimen was different. An experiment gone horribly right suddenly took a turn, a creature of great potential, one that could live through the poisonous affects attempting to kill the planet with no repercussions or restrictions. One that was created to help mankind adapt and evolve. Too much like the humans they were attempting to model it after, the experiment began developing, growing, learning and questioning. It grew bored with nothing but white walls and a camera in it's room, unhappy in an endless routine of tests and lab visits. Wondering the halls was forbidden, but it's strength grew nearly as rapidly as it's curiosity.
The rulers of the Upper deemed it a hazard, a failure. Just as the experiment had earned something that couldn't be taken from it, it was thrown away, discarded and destroyed.
The rulers could do as they pleased. They were man made gods and they started over. No one questioned it. No one from their armies would go against them and the simple underground citizens feared them.
But there were a few groups, a handful of survivors from the Lower that refused to sit by. Resistance groups formed. A rebel army was born.
And there was a name spreading throughout the ranks of those that occupied the Upper, whispered under the breaths of story tellers in heated conversation. An odd and terrifying description of sleek muscle, of beautifully graceful movements, of a perfected and silent dance. A bringer of death to those in the Lower's way. A name had been made but it was never uttered by the Upper patrols that roved the abandoned streets, fearful of catching unwanted attention and bringing the reaper's judgement upon themselves.
So long as this bringer of death continued lurking the shadows and striking fear into the enemy, the Lower would prevail and the Upper would fall, bringing the mortal gods down with it. The rebel army was mankind's last real hope, and this single man would hold the fate of the world in his blood soaked hands.
Listening to: Combichrist