• The year is 2500.
    An apocalyptic event has wiped out most of the human population. Those who survived, claim that they were chosen to lead the world into an age of purity and peace. They say that anyone who is different in any way, is an abomination and must be killed. They claim that only those who originally survived should bear the ability to pass justice. That is false. for there were other survivors, who didn't make their existence known. A group of scientists, experimenting in mutations. Their main project: injecting humans with other DNA. Nonhuman DNA. These humans were made into morphs. No matter what type of morphs, it didn't matter, they were abominations. The name of this project: Operation Freefall.






    The city around me was darker than a shadow in the darkest alley, not a thing moved, all was still, a sea of almost pure darkness.Although the curfew only allowed those under 16 to be out until six, my friends and I had gotten into the habit of sneaking out. We hadn't been caught yet, but then again, we had all been on hverboards. And this time, I was alone. The chill wind carried the signs of snow that was coming fast. Frost was forming on the metal pipes the ran along either side of the alleyway around me. It was then that I heard the scream. "Stop it, just stop it!" the voice yelled. It had an almost bell-like tone to it. My footsteps sounded so loud as I ran towards the voice. It was then that I lost all feeling in my body.

    When I awoke, I was in a grey cell-like room. It had a mirror on the wall I was facing. I realised then, that my wrists were chained to the wall behind me. A man came in. He was dark- although he shouldn't have seemed as much in his snow white suit- and imposing. His icey grey eyes looked me over quickly. Finally, after what seemed to be hours, although it was only seconds, he layed his hands on my temples, and suddenly all was gone in the fog that obscued my mind.

    When my mind was clear again, I found myself on a cold metal table. I tried to turn my head to look around, and found that I couldn't. All I could see were white lights above me, on a black celing.
    "Inject him, with the last dose" That I heard that bell-like voice say.
    "Can he survive it?" A gruff, harsh voice asked.
    "Of course. That is why he was chosen" The voice that had started this all said confidntly, then added "That's why they were all chosen"
    Somehow, I knew that whatever was going on, I wasn't alone. But, what did they mean by 'Can he survive it?' What was happening here?

    When I'd slipped back into wakefullness, I was no longer chained. But my body felt awkward. 'What happened?' I asked myself mentaly. I tried to pull myself, up. My head swam. I put a hand against the wall to support myself. And I realized that something was wrong. Very wrong. My hand was covered in a dusting of golden-brown feathers.