Raven is a genetically altered human. He is not your average genetic altered bear, though. In fact, Raven is a vampire on the run from the company that is doing the experiments to him and others. He knows he can't run forever and that he will need allies in order to confront this nightmare.
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to live for centuries and always looked like a million bucks? I used to imagine things like that. And you know what? When I found out what that felt like, when that idea became a reality for me, I realized just how childish it was. Having an “eternal” life and still looking good, while your friends and family grows old and dies makes that eternal life depressing. How I longed for the day that my cursed life would end…
What? Too depressing for you? Sorry, I get like that sometimes. I’m afraid that you’re going to have to get used to it.
So. I’ll bet that you’re asking who I am, what’s going on, and whatnot. For starters, I don’t know what my name is. All I know is the codename They gave me: Raven. I guess people can just call me Raven, but I personally don’t care. Still, it’s nice to have a name, a way to identify yourself, instead of a serial number. Oh, I do have a serial number, but the scientists preferred using my codename around me. Must be because I don’t listen when they call me Fallen 59X.
Moving on to what’s happening, I think it would be best for me to tell you my story. Pull up a comfy chair, grab a Coke, and do something relaxing while you read my life. And let me tell you, it sucks. Badly.
First, let me give you a brief history lesson. To make things short and simple, this nut job of a genetic scientist (I bet you can see where this is going!) got it into his head to create living vampires and werewolves. The scientists shot that down, of course, and he typically set out to get revenge on those scientists. He devoted his life to create these monstrosities and, after a decade of trial and error, successfully created five vampires and werewolves.
The “prototype” vampires were called Fallen and the prototype werewolves were Ferals. Now, here’s where it gets good. Of the Fallen and Ferals, only one from each survived. Guess what? I’m the only Fallen survivor. I truly don’t know what happened to the Feral. I’m guessing that he was…exterminated or something.
Getting back on track. When the old scientist died, his grandson was the one to take his place. If anything, he was able to make an underground business of his grandfather’s research and make things worse for us experiments. I got the pleasure of getting wings grafted on to me and boy was that painful.
To end this history lesson, the new head honcho made new vampires and werewolves, calling them Shadows and Trackers respectively. We’ll get into that later, since they come up quite a bit in my life. Why? Because I’m one of the few who had successfully escaped that hellhole.
What’s that hellhole’s name, you ask? I only know of one particular branch of this…company. It’s because I’ve lived most of my eternal life there, drinking nothing but protein crap so that I won’t get a taste for scientist blood. This hellhole that was considered “home” was known only as Atlas.
What a stupid name. Too bad it still strikes me with fear every time I hear or see it.