"Relise the toxin." A dark figure spoke as it stood by the open window, staring out at the world below him.
"B-But Sir!" A more squeaky voice spoke, tensing up slightly. "We- We still don't know how the villagers will react to this, i-in all of our scientist's ex-experiments everyone died! O-Only project 0097 survived!" The squeaky voice stuttered out, as the source of the sound stepped into the light.
The dark figure by the window turned around quickly, growling at his young apprentice.
"Do you dare disobey direct orders?" He growled, stepping closer to the younger. "I said to relise the toxin, Sebastian!"
The owner of the squeaky voice, Sebastian, flinched as his master yelled at him, slowly nodding his head and pressing a button on a small tablet.
"I-It has been done, Lord Quagmire." The youngling said with a sigh.
"Good, good," Quagmire hummed, rubbing his chin from through his mask that resembled that f a bird beak. "Now come, young one, for today we dine like the poor, and in a matter of days like kings!" He called out, warping an arm around Sebastian's shoulder and throwing his other hand in the air.
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FantasyIn a dystopian society, a young girl, only at the age of thirteen, watches as her family suffers from a horrible plague along with the rest of London. What happens when she finds she is immune to this? Will she try to help her country? Will she allo...
