Spliced:: A Future Fantasy [IC]

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Introduction
This world, in all of its gray, dull splendor, is tainted. It reeks of the filth that is humanity and drags the innocent down, making them into monsters. Literally. In the year 3015, humanity has mastered the ability to manipulate genetics to a frightening level. Attributes that were once only dreamed of are attainable with a mere alteration. In the beginning, the process was flawed. Many died, or worse, survived with the horrid genetic screwups until their bodies collapsed around them. And then, in 2567, scientists in America perfected a race of humans that were, from lack of a better word, just that. Perfect. They were all beautiful, to the point of godliness. The people fell in love with them, their long, red hair, pale, markless skin, and smoldering golden eyes. However, these perfect people had a very large flaw. Their minds were unstable to the point of madness, to the point that they could see nothing but their own perfection. The Blessed, they were called. And as their population grew in number, they began to destroy thousands of normal people in their quest for a "perfect" world.

Of course, soon after, a new creation, one originating in Ireland, oddly enough, rose up to crush the perfect race. All of the Blessed were destroyed and new laws were written to prevent such a mistake from happening again. These new creations were superior to the Blessed in one important aspect. Though they both were beyond human, this new race, the Splicers, were able to retain their former selves for the most part and were able to function as normal humans. Animal DNA had been merged into their blood, their cores. But only sparingly. By 2800, Splicing became very popular among all classes of society. It was possible for people to have the cat ears they had always wanted, the tails, claws, and fangs, fins even. Although, functioning wings were an impossibility, small, superficial ones were made for appearances.

However, religious groups rose up to seek an end to the modifications, by the present time, Splicing became as common place as getting a tattoo. SERAPH, a radical group was formed in response to the increase in Splicers and they have taken it upon themselves to become the knights of God, to stop the altering of God's work. They protest regularly in the streets and airwaves, and even the more radical ones have resorted to violence. The group is run by a man named Lystless, a faceless, mysterious leader that no one has seen, but everyone has heard of.

It is all a giant game of chess, really. And at it's center, is a young man named Kristian Leox. He is a Splicer, a bold singer of the only all Splicer band to reach world wide success. And he is also considered a icon for all Splicers. Why? Because unlike any other, he was naturally born. At the age of twenty three, he is the first and only true hybrid to reach maturity. He and his band are known for their powerful, unmistakable music, but SERAPH seems intent upon monitoring their every move, namely the elusive Kristian. The man is far too cunning, too manipulative to not be planning something big. The question is, what is he up to? What are SERAPH's true modivations? And why, out of the blue, has the band decided to hold a one time concert in New York city?

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When it began...

It was raining, but not your typical downpour, no. It was more like a faint mist that just coated everything below rather than actually getting it wet. It wasn't cold, but it was actually very pleasant, a moderate fall day that was shrouded in thick gray clouds. The city seemed to be blanketed by them, making it not as imposing as usual. Buildings that stretched up beyond the clouds filled the area with their bulk and over the whirring of airborne vehicles, came the loud rumble of a massive crowd. They surrounded one of the few areas devoid of skyscrapers, pressing tight against the tall gates that encased the large space. Many held signs, and all seemed bent on letting their voices be heard.



Splicers are demons!

Not God's Children!

We are not God!

Rows upon rows of armed guards in black uniforms stood protectively around the perimeter, acting as living shields in case anyone became too rowdy. More of the armor clad protectors stretched along the long line that stood before the entrance of the gates, protecting the thousands of individuals that jeered back at the protesters. Nearly all of them were spliced. They were all unique for the most part, however, the one thing they all held in common was that each one of them held some form of animalistic trait. This was the world that the Earth had become. A planet once again divided by race, difference. A gray and often blood place, it was, filled to the brim with hatred and fear on both sides. But, at the same time, there was joy, rapture, swimming through the glorious world that seemed nearly covered in city aside from the few rare forests. In this world humanity had begun to revolt against itself, half trying desperately to reclaim that feral wildness that had once ruled Earth; the other, moving steadily toward the mechanical age. And one such joyous escape from the never ending social war was music.

In specific, the only truly successful Splicer band. Their music had taken the world by storm, calling to all races, Splicer and human alike. Led by a young man named Kristian Klien, "Not Quite Human" stirred up a mess of controversy with his lyrics and of course, the band's notorious concerts. It was at these concerts that more and more humans merged themselves with the animals they loved. From cats, to rabbits, rhinoceros, and even wolves, the DNA combinations were limitless. And because all of the converts were willing, there was nothing that SERAPH or the authorities could do to prevent it.

A smug smirk tugged almost playfully at a pair of full lips, stained black from the genetic strangeness of his blood. He would like to see them try and stop him. He was a unique mix, rare in multiple ways. Being a True Born was his most notable feature. He was a perfect blending, the first of his altered race. The only Hybrid in existence. But he planned to change that. Oh yes, very soon. His molten silver gaze, broken only by a slitted black pupil rolled over the hazy crowd as he wove his way through the angry mob. He was such a clever little bastard indeed. Or so, he felt that he was. Clothed in a thick, faded, and patched up hobo trench jacket that reached his knees, the gray flannel hood covering most of his face, he appeared nothing more than another protester. A wide, heavy wool scarf, a dark woven green was wound loosely about his neck before trailing down his front nearly to his knees. His torso was bare aside from the jacket that hung slightly open to expose a glimpse at his defined and muscular chest and abdomen. A pair of hole ridden blue jeans covered his lower half. His feet, bare as they were, were the only things that gave away his animal features. They held a more paw like appearance than was typical, covered in thin, orange red fur that was flecked in spots of yellowed cream and clawed with ivory.

He toted about a heavy sign that almost reached his impressive height of 6'3" that was marked in a bloodied red with the text: SPLICE IS SIN! A snicker escaped his throat and he ducked his face further into his scarf to muffle it, lest he be discovered. He was so easily amused by angry mobs and thus, was unable to prevent himself from checking out the fun. Of course, his band mates and managers would most likely give him hell for it later. After all, should the protesters discover his true identity, there would be little they could do to keep him safe. He didn't care all that much. He was perfectly capable of weaseling his way out of such tight situations. Or so, he hoped. Kristian pressed his way to the front of the mob, glancing through the bars at the expansive field riddled with large tents, a couple small stages and of course, the monster outdoor stage that was covered by an impressive steel overhang to maximize the sound quality and ensure the protection of the electrical equipment. The wide open space was just waiting to be crammed full of the waiting concert goers.

A cunning glint entered Kristian's typically playful expression. He could only hope that he would find what he was seeking this time.

Rain never really bothered Lenora Grey. Quite the opposite, in fact. She found it refreshing, almost uplifting, like it were cleansing the world of a bad day, as if to wipe to slate clean to start anew. But it would take more than rain to undo the cityscapes that covered the world. Since humanity had become "civilized", its society has encased the world, and its mark had been made upon the face of the earth. Towering architecture crafted of steel and metal made up a majority of the cities, and this one was no exception. Not that Lenora was complaining. The city atmosphere was what she was born to, and she had known nothing else. She was part of the city and it was part of her. She was content, thus far. But it seemed it was not so for everyone else.

Standing well beyond the outskirts of the gathering crowd of rioters, Lenora had merely stopped to see their amusing excuse of a protest. The reason for their gathering was not hard to guess...and not just from their signs and chants. Splicing had become something of a large deal in today's society. And given the aesthetic qualities of the choice, it wasn't hard to see why it was so popular.

Scenes like this one weren't new. And Lenora knew in a few years, something else would be considered to controversy for the people to handle. It was the way of the world. There would always be someone to complain about something, regardless of what it was.

From her position, she had a fairly good view of the protestors. To shield her from the rain, she sported a bright red umbrella, which stood out fairly well in the atmosphere. Her raven black hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail, its tip reaching the small of her back with a few bangs hanging low in her face. Her skin was fair, almost pale, with a strong contrasting black mark on her left eye which was easily mistaken for a tattoo. She wore a black leather coat with tight jeans and black heeled boots. She wore a black corset style blouse which exposed her midriff to eexpose her slender figure.

She was dressed up rather spiffy, by all accounts, but she was on her way to Hunter's Moon and as the owner, she had to look sharp. Yet Lenora was captivated by the intensity of the protest she was witnessing. She observed the crowd like a scientist would an experiment, full of curiosity and a sense of bemusement.

A flash went off, snapping a picture of the pushy rioters. Sapphire Delaney let her hands fall back to her sides as she shook her head in disappointment. So much hatred towards people who were once just like everyone else and for what? The sake of a god that no one can really prove exists? She glanced down at her wrist, gently rubbing her thumb over the pentagram before sitting down on the nearest bench. The rain didn't seem to bother her as she gently tied her pure white hair back with a lavender ribbon.

It was unusual to sit outside of concerts and just watch people, That she could admit. That didn't stop her from doing it. People had always intrigued her and perhaps it was that reason that she loved Splicers so much. Outside the concerts, some had even talked to her. It never ceased to surprise her how unique and wonderful that people could really be.

Glancing down at her camera screen, she looked at picture after picture of Splicers who had been more then willing to take pictures with her. Some of them, she'd met before and took pictures with outside every concert. Everyone who came to the events knew who she was, even the protesters. She was dressed in her favorite pair of black jeans and a simple pair of black tennis shoes. Hidden beneath her crimson hoodie was a halter top of soft silky fabric. It was another of her favorites due to the fact that it showed off her tattoo better then any other shirt she owned.