Year : 2112
A dark night it was. Revenge clouded the moon of sanity. The wind carried with it the exotic smell of hope. Life was balancing over fear and death. It was the darkest night indeed. But, it had to end here. It was the night to show them what we were really made up off. The dawn would either be woken to our extinction or our freedom.
The raindrops washed off the tiresomeness of the soul. I looked up towards the sky to feel god’s elixir grace me. After gaining enough blessings, I shifted my focus back to the low life form in front of me. Amidst the constant darkness and the flickering lightning, I could see its eyes clearly. I started right into it. It opened its mouth as if to say something, but it couldn’t. The eyes emoted all that were needed to tell. The eyes were filled with sorrow and regret, which was the about the same measure as mine. But, in addition, it had something I did not. It was fear.
‘Come, let us go’, Vartixus shouted.
I couldn’t remove my stare. I could have just walked away, but there was something in its eyes. A sense of failure, I thought. And I cherished that moment. For a fighter, the moment where you instill fear and failure in your enemy; that’s when you have really won. That’s the actual kill. That is death.
‘Finish it off! It’s the last one in this herd. Let us not waste time here. We need to get in position’, Vartixus shouted in a higher pitch trying to get the point across to me in the background of thunders.
He was right. It was time and I couldn’t be spending all night with this kill. I had more tasks and responsibilities. I tried to pull my right hand behind, slowly trying to retrieve my sword from its body. But the sword wouldn’t come; it was stuck in the bones. I had struck it too deep inside. I was waiting for it to die, but time was running out for me. I had no choice. I placed my foot on its face, and pushed it gently as I pulled my sword out from its chest. The sword came out smoothly now. It was still moving with a little bit of life hanging in it. It would die in a few minutes. I turned away, but then, it really wasn’t worth the risk. I turned and swayed my sword striking it at its neck. The sword was so sharp, that I hardly felt any resistance. I turned and walked away, and heard the head and the body fall behind me.
‘Vartixus, have you checked if all are dead?’, I asked
‘Yes. We checked. Every one of them is dead. Your kill was the last one’ he replied
‘How many did we lose?’
‘We lost that many that was required for us to win’
I smiled at him in a gesture to appreciate his optimism. Vartixus was my commander in chief, and he fought every battle by my side, willing to throw in his life for me, as if it meant nothing. And, I made sure I fought such as to not give him that chance.
Though I knew the answer to my next question, I asked him anyway, hoping to hear another confident reply from him. ‘Do we have enough for the final battle?’
‘Oh yes, we have. We have more than enough for the final battle. We can actually fight the war with just a tenth of us’
‘One-tenth alone?’, I asked a little surprised.
‘Yes. One-tenth. You want me to make arrangements to get just the right amount of fighters? That will show them what we are capable of’, he asked
‘No. we are not going to fight with one-tenth. We will fight with the entire army. We will slaughter them. We will give them a death that they even hell would have spared them. I want that to be written in history. It shouldn’t be that we defeated our enemy; it should be that we crushed them to death’
We walked past the thousands of bodies lost from both sides. The rains had stopped and the clouds cleared making way for the moon. As I walked, I rubbed the sword against my rag, to get the blood off. I lifted it in the air to see the shine on my platinum sword against the moonlight. It shone so well, that I could see the engravings on my sword.
We walked for a few hours and reached the caves. There were a hundred thousand of us. Most of them hiding behind trees, caves, bushes. The valley could be seen clearly. News of our victory reached them, but not one cheered or congratulated. It was too soon to celebrate victory. We didn’t want to scream and give away our presence to the final herd. Everyone was clinging on to their weapons furiously. We all wanted the war to get over soon, and dreamt of this day for several years, but it was difficult for us to believe now that we were now close to the end of the war; with victory on our side. We entered the cave, a little near the top of the mountain.
‘How much time for them to cross the valley?’, I asked
‘Another fifteen minutes maximum. Our sources have spotted them over the next mountain.’
‘And this is the last herd?’
‘Yes. We have confirmation on that. With this we end the war’
‘Good. Send out the messenger to inform about victory to our group.’
‘I already did. We are sure to win this war.’
His confidence always boosted mine. ‘Good’, I replied.
‘You have done a really good job here. Our ancestors would have thanked you. You have helped protect our race. We have come a long way, haven’t we?’, Vartixus said.
‘We have. We have definitely come a long way. And that’s solely because of our ancestors’
We stood under the cave, waiting for our signal. Soon the herd would come. Those low life forms. The herd would come through the valley, and we would strike from all directions. A hundred thousand of us would crush around ten thousand of them. We would hunt and slaughter every last one of them. Maybe, they didn’t deserve such a gruesome death. Maybe they did. After all, they started it.
A 100 years of suppression. A 100 year war. A war which took lives from both sides. In millions, in fact in billions. Till a decade back, they were like ten times our size. Now, we have reduced them to such an extent, that we had enough to be sure of victory.
I held on to my sword tightly. It was hard to believe that we were using swords in a time where technology was developed beyond possibilities. But, we hated technology now. And our new stance on technology was what helped us get this far in this war. We learned to create a civilization without much use of technologies. Technology is what has given us our civilization everything, but we are still too immature to understand where to draw the line. The advances in technology had only brought in more problems than solutions. Death on a large scale, new diseases created every year, newer calamities of vast magnitude and new weapons for destruction. If not for that, none of this would have ever happened.
A hundred years ago, researchers were working on building more stronger and powerful humans. While the research related to healthcare was focusing more on bringing about a perfect human to uplift human life conditions; the army research was trying to create a stronger human to substitute their workforce and soldiers. But, all research was in vain, as they were still limited to the boundaries of the human DNA. Around that time, in 2012, a rare fossil was identified in Iceland. The fossils didn’t match with humans or with the Neanderthals. It was a new breed. Theories suggested, that just as the Neanderthals, this new race must have been in existence and later become extinct due to natural calamity. The scientists started reconstructing the DNA, and started studying the codes. It led to not just better humans, but more stronger and powerful. The US Army saw the potential of the new mutants, and started a new project called Pluto. Pluto stood for the god of the underworld in greek mythology. And the US
The only fact that the humans didn’t realize was that the new DNA they obtained, was from a race which was way superior than the humans. Natural calamity had brought an end to them. But, the greed and stupidity of humans, and the amazing technology that was invented, brought them back to life. They got a new lease of life, through humans. Though, humans had an intention to create mutants or rather a different breed of humans, only for warfare and slavery, the new breed created under project Pluto was much more than that. The new breed was called Plutonians. After 35 years of slavery, betterment and experiments, the new race, started a revolt at the labs, and took over the research facilities. Over the years, Plutonians, led a war against the humans. They spoke of rights and the condition of lives of their race. Talks failed, as humans tried to deceive the plutonions, killed thousands with nuclear weapons. Plutonians realized that the survival of their race depended clearly on the extinction of the human race. With lessons learnt from the human civilization, Plutonians started war over humans.
We have been fighting ever since. And, for over 60 years from then, earth has seen more blood than it had seen in centuries. We have sacrificed huge numbers in wars. War spread from continents to continents. Not a war over land, or countries or governments; a war greater than all that. A war for the survival of the fittest. The war for the race that would live to exist for the years to come. The race that would live to tell the tale and rewrite history with the greatest and final battle on earth. It was almost close to the end of the war. We had finally outnumbered them, and had found ways to kill them. It took us a long time to figure out all their weak spots, but we did it. Like I said, it was survival of the fittest.
From the mountain top, we could see the signal being given to us. The herd was approaching the valley. The time had come. I took my position on the top of the rock. The full moon helped me see my army. The army of tens of thousands. I knew victory was ours. I drew the sword from my holder.
I lifted my sword high in the air, and shouted with all my might. ‘Today. Today is the day, we write history; and we write the future. This will be the greatest and last battle fought on earth. We might die now. But, let us die with the greatness that we are. We shall rather bleed, than to be slaves to them. Today, we’ll show those low-life humans, what we Plutonions are made of’
A dark night it was. Revenge clouded the moon of sanity. The wind carried with it the exotic smell of hope. Life was balancing over fear and death. It was the darkest night indeed. But, it had to end here. It was the night to show them what we were really made up off. The dawn would either be woken to our extinction or our freedom.
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