Disregard any and all other posts about my story, Edge. I scrapped everything I previously posted and began anew.
This is the beginning.
Enjoy it, because it may be all you get.
;)
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Thirty-three
years ago, in the year 2051, the humans did evil in His sight.
As
a result, He delivered them into the hands of their enemies for forty years.
Let’s
back up a little bit.
Mathieu Henri. He was a young genius from France. Many had high hopes for his success.
They were not in vain, for Mathieu authored a myriad of new scientific laws and theories,
as well as a host of revolutionary inventions. But one day, Mathieu changed.
Nobody
knows how or why he changed. Some say he had a traumatic experience that
altered his way of thinking. Others believe he woke up one morning with the
intention of ruining everybody’s lives.
Still
others think aliens abducted the real Mathieu Henri and replaced him with a
clone.
Whatever
the case, he was different. While still a brilliant scientist, he was no longer
the bright, young, cheerful man he once was. He began to experiment in secret,
disappearing into his lab for increasingly long periods of time and confiding
in no one. Another scientist by the name of Lamont was curious of Mathieu’s seclusion and visited the lab to see what Mathieu was doing, but he found that
the door was locked and dead bolted from the inside. He grew wary of Mathieu and
his research.
After
sharing his suspicions with his wife and nineteen-year-old son Arthur, he hinted
that he would attempt to enter the lab once more.
Lamont
Silvarro was never seen again.
In
2026, Mathieu made a breakthrough in his experiments. He discovered that, with a
few vials of this and a bottle of that, one could gain the ability to
shapeshift - changing from one form to another.
With
this newfound power, he amassed an army in secret, biologically modifying
humans to become shapeshifters. Using his connections in the political field,
he established his headquarters underground, below the capital of America:
Washington D.C., as well as many smaller stations strategically placed
throughout the entire world.
There
in his center of operations, he bided his time, waiting for the right moment to
strike.
Then,
in the year 2047, America’s leader had a massive lapse of sound judgment. The
president, Richard Saxon, a power-hungry tyrant, wished to conquer the world.
To
begin his conquest, he launched a nuclear missile into the heart of London,
England. Nearly two million people were killed in the initial blast, and
thousands more died from radiation.
The
entire world was thrown into turmoil. For three years the only thing anyone
could ever think about was war.
And
still Mathieu Henri waited, his forces increasing each day.
Nations
were devastated. The earth was stained with blood and dotted with fallen
soldiers, men and women alike, until one day, the fighting ceased. Not from
surrender, or triumph, but because nobody had the resources, courage, or
strength to carry on.
It
was then, in 2051, that Mathieu roused his armies.
And
he has ruled the world ever since.
