Ultraviolet

Hello, my name is Violet...

...and I was born into a world

you may not understand.

Coming up. Holding airspeed.

Echo altitude.

Forward and lateral drift.

Numbers falling fast from here.

On my mark.

Three, two, one, mark.

Time lock engaged.

Valves, primary and secondary--

Compositive pressure reached.

Five--

-Freeze!

-lt's a trap.

Stay where you are! Don't move!

The man's down. All clear, sir.

Touch nothing, obviously.

Do not leave the building.

Squadrons...

...initiate Area 1 4 procedures.

-Hemophages.

-No surprise.

Flat-space technology.

Dimension-compressing. Very rare.

lt's odd.

What was their exit strategy?

How'd they expect to transport

the blood out of here?

-Unless there was no exit strategy.

-Then what's the point?

What if they didn't come to take blood?

What if they came to infect it?

My God. Cross.

Poor bastard.

Yes, I was born into a world

you might not understand.

The trouble began when

an American weapons lab...

...discovered an obscure virus

in Eastern Europe...

...that had been around

for centuries.

They tried to modify it to create

faster and stronger soldiers.

Instead, they created a more

contagious form of the disease...

...a strain called HGV,

Hemoglophagic Virus.

And what do you know,

the disease got out.

And that's when

everything changed.

As previous ages

were defined by terrorism...

...this one was defined

by a fear of disease.

Because one of the side effects

of the disease was longer teeth...

...the media decided

to call it vampirism.

I guess it sold more papers.

The medical establishment took it

upon itself to protect its public.

At first, requiring victims to wear

identifying armbands.

Then rounding them up

in special camps and facilities.

Until finally, people just

stopped hearing from them.

The day the trouble began for me

was the day I learned I was pregnant.

Violet, my God.

The same day I lost my husband...

...my future, my life.

And I, too, disappeared deep inside

a faceless camp...

...subjected to the indignity of

a forced life of endless examination...

...dissection, experimentation.

Like others, the disease started to

progressively change me physically.

My eyesight was sharper.

My hearing, more acute.

Bones, stronger. Healing faster.

Life span, shorter. A lot shorter.

Twelve years, maximum,

infection to death.

Unlike others, I converted with only

a mild sensitivity to light.

Like others, however,

I required frequent transfusions...

...and it didn't help

that I was pregnant.

And, no, we weren't superhuman.

Though we were a lot faster and

a lot stronger than everyone else...

...we die just like everyone else.

And just like everyone else,

without help, we stayed dead.

And though I was resuscitated back

to life for further experimentation...

...the one I'd carried inside me

for nearly nine months, my baby...

...wasn't so lucky.

Those few still on the outside...

...embraced the slur bestowed

upon them, ''vampires''...

...formed a resistance...

...went underground...

...and began fighting back.

And so began...

...the Blood Wars.

And now, the leader of the militant,

medical establishment...

...running this phobic world...

...is Vice-Cardinal

Ferdinand Daxus.

-Vice-cardinal.

-As you know...

...our campaign against

the Hemophages...

...has been highly effective.

We've managed to eradicate

almost all of them.

But, sir, the few that are left

have proven incredibly determined.

Terrorist attacks are at their

highest level ever.

lt's not because they're determined.

lt's because they're desperate.

Because they know we're on the verge

of wiping them out completely.

For the last 1 0 years...

...in partnership with

Laboratories for Latter Day Defense...

...l've overseen the development

a weapon...

...that can locate and kill every

Hemophage on the planet in days.

-ls there an ETA, sir?

-Now.

A courier is retrieving it to bring here

to the Archministry as we speak.

XPD-1 54.

Clearance, classified courier.

l'm expected.

Reverse-engineer DNA

identification in process.

Remove your head-covering.

Remove your eye-covering.

Preliminary verification

substantiated.

Please...

...have a seat.

-Mind if l ask what's on the menu?

-The usual.

Retinal testing to detect

the presence of contacts or dyes.

Metabolic sensing to make

certain your metabolism...

...is within human range.

Pulse, respiration.

Just have to make sure

you're human.

lf you were a Hemophage...

...we'd already have detected tissue

repair at a microcellular level.

So, what would happen if one

were to fail any of these tests?

Nothing good.

Please remove all articles of clothing

and proceed into the scanner.

Your clothing and personal items

have been sterilized, XPD-1 54.

-May l ask you a question?

-Feel free.

-Do you know what this is about?

-Should l?

No, it's highly classified.

l've been cleared to debrief you...

...because your consciousness...

...of the gravity of this situation may

increase your motivation to complete.

l've never failed to complete.

The Hemophages are a dying species

on the verge of nonexistence.

We've developed a weapon...

...that will push them

past that brink, into extinction.

lf this weapon's so important...

...why not have it delivered

by armored convoy?

The convoy you refer

to is departing as we speak.

The Hemophages will do anything in

their power to stop and immobilize it.

lt is, of course, a decoy.

XPD-1 54, you'll be receiving

a case containing a weapon.

l don't have to tell you.

Under no circumstances

should you open it.

You're right.

You don't have to tell me.

Identify.

XPD-1 54.

Clearance, classified courier.

Copy, XPD- 1 54.

We've been expecting.

Everything in order, XPD-1 54?

One hundred percent,

comrade doctor.

You're quite certain

everything is in order?

Positively.

Enter your DNA to confirm receipt.

l can only confirm receipt of

the container, not its contents.

That's acceptable.

Opening the case is strictly forbidden.

You understand this?

Perfectly.

The contents are set to self-destruct

in event of non-delivery...

...in exactly nine hours from now.

What is your condition, XPD-1 54?

Are you functional?

XPD-1 54.

Clearance, classified courier.

-Get on the ground!

-On your knees!

-Get down!

-What is going on?

You were entered

and processed 1 5 minutes ago.

Then it wasn't me,

you dumb son of a b*tch.

Check my lD. You've got a mite.

l repeat, XPD-1 54,

are you functional?

l don't know what you're talking about.

l'm 1 00 percent functional.

Security breach! Security breach!

Stage yellow alert!

Stage yellow alert!

Intercept, intercept.

Inner defense vault.

Unarmed intruder!

Unarmed intruder!

Facility infiltration.

All security forces at stations.

All security forces at stations.

Facility infiltration.

All security forces at stations.

How did a Hemophage

get past the screens?

Don't know. Maybe meta-suppressants

to subordinate blood characteristics.

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