its done...

hidden from the stars, hidden from the moon and sun. but not from me...

let me paint a picture:

darkness... all is black. You see nothing, hear nothing. But you can smell. The scent that touches your nose, penetrating your brain... is blood. You rub your eyes, they are slowly adjusting to the darkness. You begin to see shapes, shadows on black. The first color, the only color you see... is red. Red all around you, red everywhere. There is movement in the corner of your eye. You turn and try to see something, anything in the black and shadows. It moves again. You stare at that spot, and an image slowly comes into focus, sharpening until you recognize... a girl. Standing alone. She is looking down, so, curious, you mimic her, trying to see what she sees. You gasp in horror, the only sound in the darkness. Around her, there are bodies on the floor. The contrast sharpens, and you can see the looks of terror on the faces of the corpses. The blood is everywhere. Puddling on the floor, dripping down the walls. The girl is covered in it. She lifts her bloody hand up, as if to wipe her face. Her hand stops, hovering near her mouth. It is then you realize that there is blood on her lips. She smiles and runs her tongue down her hand and the dagger in it, tasting the blood of the dead. You look back at the corpses. They didn't all die of the same cause. Some have their throats cut, and are lying on their backs, blood congealing on their cooling skin. Others had their necks broken and are lying in a heap, limp as broken dolls cast aside. More had immense burns all over them, some blackened. You see their expressions of unbearable pain and shudder, they looked like they had been struck by lightning. Then your gaze comes to rest on the last ones. These ones lie at her feet on their fronts, as if paying homage to a goddess. You look closer and recoil. These had their throats not cut, but ripped out. You quickly look back at the girl, who was still smiling, revealing fangs. Her skin, her clothes, her hair, all are drenched in red. Her smile grew, and you could see the blood trickling down her ice-white teeth. She turns around, and you see that she has wings. This is one of your experiments! You look closer, trying to distinguish which one it is. With her face turned away, you turn to other methods. Her wings looked faintly familiar... Oh Dear God. You recognize this experiment. Your crowning achievement, the only one that lived. This is experiment 13. The lost one. The only one. You had tried duplicating the experiment over and over, with all the same results. They all died. Only this one, this little girl, had had the strength to carry on with 3 sets of DNA in her body. And now she was back... The girl leaves, walking out into the blackness of the night. You hear the crash of thunder, see the bright thread of lightning streak across the sky. Surely she wasn't going to fly into this?! Wait, what do you care?! You have to save yourself! You snicker. The others may be dead, but the stupid girl had left everything else, including the documents and vehicles, intact. Your laughter grows in volume. The storm was intensifying, black velvet clouds rolling over the silken midnight sky. The girl walks away from the building, bloody rain cascading down her. She hears the laughter in the building and smiles. She had a special fate in store for this one. She snaps her fingers, and blasts of air slam all the doors shut, locking them from the inside. The clouds begin to come together, converging directly above the cursed place. They start to move, swirling around slowly. The girl turns around, watching the sky. Suddenly, an enormous bolt of lightning, glowing blue, bursts down from the clouds. It lands exactly in the center of the building, ripping through everything in its path. It hits the underground room, where she had ripped the gas line. The whole building erupts in flames, and the girl turns back around. Unfolding her black-and-red stained wings, she flies off into a newly clear sky. She smiles, the laughter was turning to screaming...

blood on steel, smoke on sky... and a smile on the face of the cause of it all...