“We’re late.” Xerxes observed with little to no regard.

Xzavier smirked and took a bite from an apple. The bodies of several humans lay scattered amongst the living room furniture, not that he minded. Quite the contrary, death was his and his twin’s business. “We are neither late or early. We simply are.”

Xerxes stepped over a corpse to stand next to his twin brother. “Simply are qualifies us unpretentious, don’t you think?”

“Brother, we were born from a crystal molded from the other. There is nothing unpretentious about us.” He took another bite and the apple rotted away into a black, lifeless sponge. Xzavier’s gaze fell on the their youngest victim, a six year old little girl. She was propped up on the sofa, her hand curled as if asleep. Black tinged her skin highlighting her veins. He was pleased.

“The humans will want a cure for us.” Xerxes commented. He seemed bored already. Xzavier knew what happened when Xerxes was bored and he loved it.

Xzavier tossed the rotten apple and stepped into the darkest shadow of the kitchen. His eyes opened to take in the scene of a very busy shopping mall. Xerxes appeared at his side not a moment later. The food court lay just to the right full of hungry shoppers. “We were created for the specific purpose of thwarting the humans. They will never cure us.”

Xerxes smiled and started towards the food court. A putrid essence emitted from Xerxes, clogging the air with their virus. He followed his brother and smirked. Within hours most of these humans would be dead, all would pass within forty-eight hours. They were the control mechanism for the human race. It was their job to thin the population and they were good at their job.

They passed Bubonic Plague and Tuberculosis in the food court. They tried in vain to spread their infection but it wouldn’t matter. Chicken Pox caressed an infant but nothing would happen. Vaccines ensured their comrades kept their distance.

Humans couldn’t protect themselves from them.