Welp.. This is the preface of the book I'm writing.. Tell me if you think I should post more, and FREAKING PLEASE KEEP IN MIND THAT THIS IS MINE AND MINE ONLY.  YOU MAY NOT STEAL IT

>:V

(Lol and yes, Frieq's name is pronounced 'Freak'  I did that on purpose XD)

PREFACE

The beating of artificial hearts thumped through the room. The macabre scene seemed like a set from a horror movie; and the intention of the 62 men clad in long, white coats was not very pretty at all. Needles and syringes lay cluttered around, and messes of papers and loose thread and sewing supplies were scattered all around the floor.

The scientists doing the experiment were doing exactly what they weren't supposed to do. No one was ever supposed to mess with life. Mess with the heart, or with the brain, maybe; but to give something absolutely nightmarish the gift of life was just wrong. They were creating something that should never have been created in the first place. But it was too late to take it back; the scientists weren't just going to let the amazing, yet bloodthirsty, creations go to waste for reasons unknown to them.

The strange, the oh-so-horrid, the wonderful creations the scientists were working on were alien in very many ways.

They were humanoid in figure, with two bulbous white eyes that had no eyelids. The creatures had only a partially visible nose, and no visible mouth or ears. They were completely hairless, gray-skinned, and had enormous hands and feet. The use of their enormous hands ranged anywhere from being used to crush the skull of an enemy, to handling a delicate china doll with great care. The creatures didn't use their hands for walking, however, and were bipedal. When walking, they didn't have very good posture at all. They all walked somewhat like monkeys, with the back arched and the feet splayed.

The species had been given the very fitting name of 'Bloodhound', due to it's inexplicable ability to sniff out blood from hundreds of miles away; though it's nose was partially sunken into it's skull. The Bloodhounds had been created as a way to control the human population on the globe; which wasn't a very good idea to create them in the first place. They were nasty murderers with a taste for blood of any kind, which they would gladly go to any length to catch and devour.

There were 62 Bloodhounds in all.

As the scientists worked, they began to notice strange things going on in the brain. Earlier in the creation process, they had each gotten a PDF file with a picture of how the brain was supposed to look later on in the creation process, which was where they were now. The printout document file of how the brain was supposed to look differed slightly from how it actually looked.

"Um.. Doctor Marston?" One of the scientists put down his small pair of tweezers and looked up at the head scientist for the Bloodhound experiment.

"Cleevely?" Doctor Marston addressed the confused scientist by his last name.

"Can you look at Bloodhound 48's brain for me, please?"

Marston looked at the computer screen he was working on, the one that had wires attatched to each of the Bloodhound's heads. It was monitoring the activity of each and every experiment's brain in the room.

"There's a little purple spot there. Why does the brain have a purple spot there?" Marston snapped at Cleevely.

Cleevely flinched.

"I'm not.. I'm not exactly sure. That's why I was asking you. Does anyone else have the same problem..?"

"Actually... Yes. They do. Except for number 25. Who has number 25?!"

A small gloved hand raised out of the mess of scientists in the room.

"I do, Doctor Marston. Number 25 is mine."

"Of course. Of course, you would have number 25, Freiq. Because you always get everything perfect. Maybe I should just fire everyone else here working with the Bloodhounds, and you should make all of them perfect. Who cares about a small purple spot in the brain the size of the mole on my arm? Work on. No more distractions. We need to get this done by midnight tonight."

Doctor Marston's random anger spurt ended quickly. No one talked from that point on. From there, it was just work, work, and work. No one pointed out any more small flaws the size of Marston's mole. In fact, no one even found any. Each of the Bloodhounds was completely perfect, except from the purple spot on their brains, in the folds of the brain tissue. No one knew exactly what was wrong, and no one wanted to annoy Doctor Marston even further.

Because of that, they continued and dismissed the virus as something so small it didn't need to be fixed.

Hours later, all sixty-two scientists had left. The moon-light produced by a small skylight cut out of the ceiling illuminated the Bloodhounds eerily. Their calves hung off of the table and swung back and forth, their arms were splayed at their sides, and their eyes stared vacantly up at the tall celing. They twitched at uneven and patternless intervals of time, their muscles spazming violently as they lay, unfeeling, on the long metal tables.

Suddenly, one Bloodhound raised an arm. It pointed at the ceiling like a puppet. The single Bloodhound's heart was slowly thumping, getting faster and faster and faster as the seconds went by. Th-thump. Th-thump. Th-thump, th-thump, th-thump, TH-THUMP. The heartbeats seemed to get louder and faster, and then ceased altogether, returning to a relatively normal pace. The arm dropped suddenly to the table.

The sudden explosion of noise seemed to awaken the other Bloodhounds from their dreamlike stance. They all started moving even more than they had before, attempting to get up or swinging their arms and legs. The Bloodhounds had been awakened, the creation process was complete and the Bloodhounds were now, as you would call it, alive.

Although they were alive, the movement of the Bloodhounds was still etchy, as they were just learning to learn their limbs. All 62 Bloodhounds were trying to get up so they could get to the one thing they needed to get. The single thing all 62 Bloodhounds had on their minds: Blood.

It was completely natural that the creatures craved life-essence; it was just who it was from that was strange. The strange malfunction in the minds and hearts of all 62 Bloodhounds made them crave the blood from someone they weren't supposed to crave blood from.

The scientists had failed miserably to fix, or even acknoledge the deadly virus infecting each of the Bloodhounds in the small part of the brain that contained the feelings and emotions of the creature. But the Bloodhounds were already wakening, and it was too late to go back and fix it now. The scientists didn't know at the moment, that unfortunately for them, they would pay dearly, perhaps putting the entire globe in jeopardy.

But they did not have to worry about that then, when the Bloodhounds were just barely waking up. They needed to worry about the world's destruction twenty years into the future, when they had trained the Bloodhounds and released them to the public.