This is a prologue I did up for a sci-fi novel when I thought up two new main characters. I ended up liking them more than the old ones so I'm currently re-writing pretty much the entire story save for this Prologue. I'm looking for ways to beef up the story and put some real meat on the bones of this one.
Prologue
The cell door opened and an armed and armored guard strode in and roughly grabbed the subject and hauled him to his feet. The subject allowed himself to be pulled to his feet. Once out of the cell, there were two more guards outside the door and another seven guarding another prisoner.
The first prisoners eyes lit up when he saw the other subject. This was what he had been waiting for. This was the biggest mistake of their lives. The first subject started laughing. The guard slammed his rifle butt into the first prisoner's back, sending him sprawling.
The first subject was of average height, maybe five feet and ten inches, possibly taller. The second was shorter, closer to five feet and five inches. Those weren't the only differences though. The first was strange in the fact that he had snow-white hair, but no age lines, making him appear to be in his mid twenties. His eyes were pure white, the same white as his hair. The second had jet-black hair and eyes of the same color, without any white. They both had well-honed, tight frames that showed through their ragged shirts and pants.
The second subject allowed a slight grin to steal across his face before quickly removing it. The guard that had knocked the first down lifted him to his feet again after letting lay on the floor trying to giggle while simultaneously gasping for breath from the force of the blow.
“Hehe....Ok,” the first subject said as he finished giggling, immediately serious.
“More tests for you two,” the soldier said in an unpleasant voice.
The first subject began to laugh again, but shove his hand down on his mouth, in order to stifle the giggles. He did ok, as several small giggles escaped around his hand.
“No, no I don't think so,” the white-haired subject said as he took his hand out of his mouth.
“What did you say?” the soldier said in a slow, menacing voice. Thats when the white-haired subject struck.
The soldiers' mistake wasn't entirely their fault. The fault could be contributed to the designers of the facility, who hadn't quite made enough room between the walls of the cell corridors for so large a party. Especially nine soldiers in medium combat armor, who also happened to be carrying weapons. The soldiers' mistake was no more nor less than the fact that they were too close to each other. The clean, white walls of the cell corridor were about to receive a fresh coating of red.
The white haired subject struck first, with an elbow to the first guard's throat, crushing his windpipe. The smaller black-haired subject attacked at almost the same instant. The second subject had somehow got the combat knives out of the sheaths of the soldiers flanking him on either side of him. He then proceeded to re-sheath the knives in their owners ribs. Somehow, both of the black-haired prisoner's strikes hit arteries, causing blood to spray out of the wounds, staining the walls. He then pulled the knives out, but threw one, hitting the guard nearest the white haired subject in the head, piercing his helmet and skull.
At this point the guards had begun to react. They had brought up their weapons, but half of them were already dead. Before they could get their weapons up to bear, the white haired subject pulled the knife from the head of the falling soldier. He dodged a shot from one of the soldiers rifles and slashed his throat.
The black haired subject ran up to the other soldier and stabbed him in the back while he was concentrating on the white-haired prisoner and vaulted himself off the soldier to the next one and wrapped his arms around the soldiers neck, twisting and causing the soldier's neck to snap.
The last soldier turned, firing wildly over his shoulder as he ran for the both the alarm and his life. A precisely thrown knife took him in the back, at the base of his skull, causing him to stumble forward and slide several feet before coming to rest.
“Well done!” exclaimed the white-haired young man as he clasped the black-haired man's arms. “I knew we could do it!”
“Yes, well now we must get out of this hell-house. They'll kill us for sure if they catch us this time,” The black-haired man said rather glumly.
“Come now Lassak, don't be such a drag. We'll show them what they're 'testing' has made us capable of,” the white haired man said, though he said the word testing with more venom than one would think capable of finding in a word.
“Yes, but don't become too cocky, Vedelo, that will get us both killed,” Lassak replied.
Suddenly they heard the rings of alarms. A flabbergasted and horrified lab-tech stood staring at the gruesome sight Vedelo and Lassak were standing in the middle of. His hand was pressed on the alarm controls.
Both Lassak and Vedelo dropped and grabbed rifles from the fallen soldiers, firing several shots a piece at the lab-tech. The hapless man literally exploded as he was hit simultaneously by the two high-powered ballistic rifles the recently-deceased soldiers had previously carried.
Lassak and Vedelo were the only subject in the cell block, which contained twenty cells. All they heard now was the wail of alarms.
The two men ran down the corridor to the doorway. They stepped over the tattered remains of the unfortunate lab-tech. Vedelo fired several shots at the alarm controls, doing no good as they continued to screech.
“You know what, I don't much feel like leaving yet,” Vedelo said with an unusually grim face and tone. When Lassak cocked an eye-brow Vedelo continued, “I want to tear this place to the ground and kill every soldier, guard, scientist, tech and person in this facility that isn't a prisoner,” he said this with a fiery passion.
“We can do it, plus there are others here that need our help getting out. If we can get to them, they can help us. None of them have been as traumatized as us either, so we shouldn't have to worry about breakdowns like us, after all we've been here longer than anyone else. No one else should be in horrible condition,” Lassak said.
“STOP!” came a loud command from a group of soldiers that had rounded the corner. These were still in their medium armor and regular rifles.
Vedelo rolled his eyes as he swung his pilfered rifle around and began firing while striding towards the guards. Lassak dove forward and rolled up firing, coming into a kneeling position several feet in front of Vedelo. By the time Vedelo has made it to Lassak, all the soldiers were down.
“This is almost no fun,” Vedelo remarked in a mock-sad voice.
“Almost?” Lassak replied with a raised eyebrow. Vedelo's only response was a smile more resembling a sneer.
As they ran over the fallen soldiers Vedelo skidded to a stop as a grin grew on his face. He bent down and scooped up several small, round, items off of several of the soldiers.
“Nice,” was all Lassak said as he turned and saw what Vedelo was holding.
The two had an alright idea of where they were going. As they turned into a main hallway they saw several personnel, both guards and researchers, most running about with little idea as to what was really happening.
Lassak and Vedelo cut them down without mercy, other than that of ending their confusion. They went a little further down the hallway and opened the first door on the left. A strange sight greeted their eyes.
