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The world is nearly uninhabitable. Determined to fix this problem, a scientist has been working for years on perfecting a solution. But, her solution is slightly different than most. Instead of going to the root of the problem, the Earth itself, she modifies people to be able to survive. 
However, what happens when a scientist is consumed by their own curiosity? How many lives will she ruin? How many has she already hurt?
One of her experiments, Malachi, is placed back into the world after years of isolation and is forced to try and fit it with society. Unaware of how many problems the 'jobs' she has him perform will affect his life, he happily accepts.
Then, one fateful night changes everything, for better or for worse.

R.E.M.N.A.N.T.S.

The sound of ragged breathing filled the alleyway. Blood was spattered across the metal walls of the apartment buildings around them. In the center of the fenced off alleyway lay two bodies. To be more specific, the bodies of Monroe and Xenias Veil.

Malachi held his pistol up to Xenias. She was still alive. He was out of practice, Malachi decided as he pulled the trigger. As she fell back to the floor, her deep brown hair splayed across the floor, covering most of her face. Her yellow eyes that had been shining with fear in the dim lighting before now looked completely lifeless, the tears that had built up flowing down her cheeks.

"Shame they had to die. They seemed like decent people," a voice sounded from behind Malachi. He turned back to face the voice, realizing it had belonged to his old friend, Lux. "If 'mother' wanted em dead, they probably aren't all that great, y'know," he replied, placing his pistol back in the holster strapped to his thigh. "Auntie's never had a problem killing innocents, though," they grumbled, folding their arms across their chest, their orange eyes glowing in the dim light as they narrowed.

"She always has a reason," Malachi said defensively. "Are they ever good though?" Lux shot back, continuing before he could reply. "The answer is no. I'll never understand why you always suck up to auntie so hard," they deadpanned, smacking the back of Malachi's head. "...she means well..." he muttered, rubbing the back of his head.

"Does she?" Lux continued pressing, gesturing to the burn scar over his left eye much to Malachi's annoyance. "She's only getting worse, y'know... it's best to leave while we can," they said in a pleading tone, grabbing Malachi's hands. "Even if I wanted to, she could just find me again," he replied as he pulled his hands back. "Even if you leave, she'll find you too," Malachi felt guilty, but he didn't want to leave. He couldn't.

"No she wouldn't. I'm not as important to her as you are," they replied, pulling Malachi into a hug. As uncomfortable as it made him, he knew they needed it. He awkwardly wrapped an arm around their shoulder and used his other hand to mess with their fluffy neon red hair.

"I'm sorry..." Malachi whispered, lightly squeezing their shoulder.

On The Job