the night air in the grave yard and the still silence of the dead was only hampered by the gruff and shuddering shoveling the clanked through out the night. “my project is almost complete dr. linker. when can i expect the toy to be working?” the grave digger had a maniacal smile on his face as his one good working eye turned to the doctor who hung over him like a shadow of death. “you will know doctor. you will know.” was all the little old man would say anytime the questin in being came up. “i have madem uch progress on the toy… as you yourself have put it, buit there still remains one peice missing from the whole puzzle.” the doctor looked up calmly at the full moon as its pale light glistened off his lenses. “yes. the hospice told me that she wouldnt make it through the night.” a dark smile loomed on the doctors face like a poorly drawn ppicture at an art gallery. “in fact… the poison you gave her this afternoon should take effect any moment now.”the night air still continued to get colder and colder inside the young womans house as her breathing quickened and her eyes rolled back into her head, and with a final scream of pain, she passed away into the lonely night as the dark duo laughed in the night as thye went about there work.

four months later…

“read all about it! rich womans death puzzles city, autopsy reveals unknown poison!” the gloomy city that was blanketed in eternal night and cut off from the rest of the world as people went about there normal business with out any knowelege of the  events that lead to the poor womans death. normally, the towns people would get together for the morning complaint about how the mayor would get the city back to the rest of the world, go to a movie and then hit the bars like so many other residents at varying times did. there had been stories circulating that people had been disapearing left and right at inconvient times and no one had heard from them since. the town was slowly becoming like the graveyard four months prior. only the stench of fear ran unchecked through out the streets.

2 years later…

it had been almost two years since the mechinal hearts were unleashed upon the town and killied off all the residents including the doctors that had thought up there evil creation. they didnt have forms or faces, or bodies to speak of. they just floated in mid air giving anything that crossed there passed heart attacks. there design was modeled after the human heart, but they were entirely mechinized. the city had fought them off and destroyed all but three of the two million mechinal hearts, and it was those three that finished off the survivors. the outside world knew nothing of the shear terror the city faced, nor about the cities location itself.the hearts, now without any real purpose, floated around the city which spanned  fourty miles in almost any direction, until one gained a conciosness and reprogrammed itself to give the other two commands and new goals.

23 days later…

three lone bodies slowly gathered together, pieces and parts, scraps and bits, liquid and solid stuck to each other uevenly around the hearts themselves as they gave each other shape.

10 hours and fifteen minutes later..

the first words almalgamated from the throats of the first two bodies as the hearts learned to walk and speak like the now dead residents of the myerios town shrouded in eternal darkness. “you…ew… urpose… o…survive. we….alone… all others….” the lead hearts shot a few wires into the peech center of its new bodies brain and adjusted a few telemitries before trying again. “your new purpose is to survive. since we have killed off the population of this city, we must stick together and learn to control our new forms. the residents all went by names in order to tell each other apart. and so we shall do the same. but first we must aquire some clothing to cover ourselves. i shall now adjust your new forms speech centers so that we may communicate in a more civilized fashion.”

nearly a week has passed and the hearts, now calling themselves, or rather, there outer forms, abigail, boston, and cassandra or cassy for short, have begun looking for a means to intigrate with the outside world. at first, the ruins they were in seemed impossible to navigate, every biulding and street, littered with the bones of the dead, and since the hearts had no sense of smell, they could not be disgusted at the leftover stench that permiated the air around them. they set about in three different directions, each with an intended purpose and course of action.

abigail, had set off for what she discovered was the library. seeing as how the hearts could tranfer information between each other, she would read all the books she needed to with little to no effort at all. the form she took, or rather  the persons body she hijacked by driving her former self, the mechanical heart, into the chest cavity and intigrating it with the biological counterpart. the body was that of a young black teenager, with myriad taste in fashion the heart presumed as it searched the streets for the information center. "hmm. this library, should be at the center of the city. and since the center of the city is..." she looked up to see a tall thin biulding floating what seemed like mid air. "up there. i will return my host. be patient, as i will not be long." the womans heart pulled itself out of her rib cage, now lined with gold, platinum and bronze wiring, the heart could jumpstart the body at will, brain activity or none.

as it floated to the librarys flight deck, the other two hearts continued on there individual goals as well. boston, as the person had been called, was now an unwilling host to the second of three hearts. unlike abigail, boston was alive when his "change" happened. his brain was now occupied by two personalities. one of a brilliant statigist, the other an unfeeling biological clock. boston was a albino that couldnt be harmed by direct or indirect sunlight, although he had the characteristics of a indian man in his late thirties. "well, what is your purpose? for what reason have you taken over my body? what may i call you as well? because i do not plan on talking to myself while we are out in the public eye." 

bostons body went rigid as if struck by lightning and instantly relaxed more so then boston would normally do. "you may designate whatever name you wish host. my primary directive as you may well know by now is to seek out protection. this human body of yours is unable to perform the nessicary actions i will be needed to do. my purpose? i dont have one. you may give me one if that is your wish boston." the body went rigid a second time and boston was back in control.  "if you are searching for protection, then you took the right body, my friend. i do have one request though, please do not take over my body, as i notice everytime you do so, it delays my actions, and in consiquence, reduces your permance levels." "agreed. there for i will only take over your voice when i must communicate with the other two. my name, you did not designate one." boston thought on this for a while before coming up with a suitable one. "you will be known from now on as comet." "i now hate you boston."

as boston/comet and abigail went on there seperate ways, cassandra, whom the heart found already deceased and in a grave for quite some time, was clawing out of her grave, the skin rotting and tight, the muscles three times as strong as they were when the body was living, her eyes pure white with a hint of grey and her heart long since decayed so that her new heart and mind was already the hearts own. lightning had struck this model, and the the now defective personality was a combination of psychotic and passive in different moments. cassandra had nothing to fear, already being dead presented the heart with control problems. "i must find nutrition to recover some of the lost health in the body or soon it shall fall apart from decay. then, i will kill everyone....no... not kill, find transportation. then kill."

characters:

there are three mechanical hearts, ill put drafts of what i think they look like, out of two million that pretty much slaughtered whatever was left in the after math. they hijacked three bodies, when originally i had them clumping together bits and pieces like frankenstiens monster. but then i changed it, i dont know why. the hearts themselves have the ability to alter any part of the body they wish to better suit themselves, as well as leave their host in order to accomplish something. is i remember ocrrectly, one of the bodies they hijacked was still alive, so you have a split personality thing going on. im reading the second part as im writing this. ill include the original part as well.

also, another characteristic is that when the merging is complete, the hosts heart is now covered with broze, gold, and platinum wiring. if the heart leaves the host for any reason, they (the host) dies, but can be revived regaurdless if there is still brain activity or none at all.

abigail is a small black teenager, with many different tastes in fashion and music. or least did until one of the three impaled itself into her chest cavity and melded with whatever remains her heart had. 

boston, as the person had been called, was now an unwilling host to the second of three hearts. unlike abigail, boston was alive when his "change" happened. his brain was now occupied by two personalities. one of a brilliant statigist, the other an unfeeling biological clock. boston was a albino that couldnt be harmed by direct or indirect sunlight, although he had the characteristics of a indian man in his late thirties. comet is the name that boston came up with for the heart that he now shares his body with.