Wednesday, 8 June 2011


He admired his engineered body. He was success, perfection; he was to be the template for the new breed.

Humanity had lost its way, stepped outside of evolution. The weak were allowed to thrive; the meek had already inherited the Earth. That would no longer be tolerated.

He flexed his weaponry, watching sharpness shift beneath his inky, black skin. Spikes of bone clawed at him from the inside, thirsty for freedom, for the fight, for a bite of human flesh.

He was just the first.

War was coming. To the victor go the spoils.

To the victor go the planet.

(Originally written for Lily Child's Friday Prediction)


  1. Chilling! Very nice intro into what sounds like a very frightening world. This is not a guy I'd want to meet in a dark alley as a fleshy human. :) I especially love your description of him in the third paragraph.

  2. Thank you, Zaiure. That's my favourite paragraph in there too. =)

    This war is not going to go well for humankind...

  3. I also loved the description in the third paragraph. Deadly and, erm, sexy? I think so! Anyway, this little snippet kind of got me pumped. I mean, in a hundred words, you're setting us up for an epic planetary battle. Wow.

  4. Vicious little piece here, very well executed!

  5. I don't know if spikes really set you up to take over the planet, but it would be pretty sweet to trick out your genes.

  6. Thank you, Rebecca, FAR. =) Executed may turn out to be a horribly portentous choice of word there... ;)

    I see what you mean John. That's just one of the ways, one on one, they are built more for the fight than we are. And when they boil up in great numbers from the secret labs beneath the world's cities... ;)