Phoenix

By, SuldreenSong

Synopsis: When Sophie Foster was fourteen she was unaware. Unaware of all the facets of each of the Neverseen's actions. And now, fifteen years later one of them to just starting to be a problem...It's now time for the rise of the Neverseen's new dawn...a blazing dawn....the rise of the phoenix....and the beginning of the end.

Prologue: fifteen years ago, North Yorkshire, England
The plane touched down on the small private landing, near the Neverseen's compound, Nievello, the base of genetic modifications. The small runway was surrounded by trees, guising it from general view. The plane came to a sudden stop, and a stairway unfolded from the side, from which a man with dark slicked back hair, piercing blue eyes, and ears that had a slight point walked out of.

"I expect you have the package, Trix." The man said, addressing his inferior. "This better be the real deal this time. Not any prototypes, or other garbage."

"No, she- It, I mean is in perfect condition," He replied. "It is definitely capable of destroying all the worlds. But keep in mind, it does have its own mind..."

"Yes,yes. I understand. That's why we're putting it into the care of a group who will teach it to obey orders, and expect punishments."

"You're not thinking of...." Trix replied, the color draining from his face.

"Putting her with the ogres?" The man responded. "Why not? It's an ingenious idea...They will teach it about the importance of brutality."

"But...What about her Elvin sensitivities..." Trix asked. 'We don't those getting in the way."

"Oh, don't worry. I'll personally make sure it doesn't know any other life style. It will learn to harm, before it speaks so much as a word in ogre. And most importantly, I'll make sure it doesn't ever learn to care. After all, that would only be a weakness."

"But...She's has to care about something right? Shouldn't we raise her were we can keep an eye on her progress"

"STOP ARGUING WITH ME!" The man said, as his voice softened a little. "Don't tell me your starting to care about this horrendous monster."

"What!-No that's definitely not it!" He said, his voice trembling.

"Well, I guess I shouldn't have expected you to be any less soft than the others." The man spat at Trix, spewing the words out as if they were poison. "Now, hand me the box. I have to be off, before anyone notices I'm missing."

Slowly, Trix grabbed the box, taking one last look at the girl inside it. At 3 months old, the child was nonetheless the image of perfection in his mind. She already had orange hair on her head, and had perfect heart shaped lips. Despite the fact that she had a bright red birthmark directly over her right eye, she still looked beautiful.

The man quickly snatched the box away and instantly walked away to his plane, saying only one thing. "You're lucky I didn't cut you of this project.."

As the planes engines roared, a voice, only as audible as a whisper said, "Take care of her. Take care of my Phoenix."