Dark Forces
He runs in the night as quick as the breeze, the rain washing off the blood running down his harmed leg and concealing his path. He hides inside a store of garbage in the landfill yard, it smelt horrible but he needs to persevere through it for his life. His strength was running out, he had to stop what he was doing; this mysterious project he was working on, however if he doesn't do it, who will?
At the same time, a figure runs along with an umbrella over its head. It was a lady, a tall lady wearing a hood over her light hair. She knelt down at the heap of dirt lying around, unaware of his presence.
"Please accept my apologies dear child," she cried dropping a wrapped up load on the ground. "I can't really take care of you anymore, your dad is dead, your mom's sentence have been decided and the pressure on me for holding onto the little girl of a destructive professional killer like her is too much. I know she is hazardous and a killing machine, yet she has the most endearing personality; she is the most delightful lady I've ever me. However, I have to live. Please forgive me." And with that, she stood up and ran with the speed of light, leaving the wrapped up child there to the mercy of the unknown.
Watching in silence all the while, he emerged and picked up the wrapped thing; it was a lovely baby girl. She looked Korean, not over seven days old.
With series of ideas running through his head, he peers down at the birth of his newest technology.
"Your name is Cypher, you shall be Fate's weapon."
Daoiste3eXx6 · SF
