Somewhere off the cost, a boat idles. It's dead of the night, adn the chop of the motor is seemingly deafening in comparison. If you had traced the boat, unlikely that you could, it'd be registered to a chemical company, researching biological warfare. 2 men step out, dressed in full hazmat gear, carrying a 55 gallon drum barrel between them. It bore a radioactive symbol on it.

They threw it overboard, into the ocean. Several more followed. "We're probably going to die young from this." One muttered, before they and their boat sped off into the dark. And it wasn't the first time that they'd done this job. No, they'd done it many times before.

What one of the hazmat-suited me said wasn't far from the truth. 2 months later, one of them was dead, from severe radiate poisoning. The other man was severely ill, shriveled and dying in an ICU. They hadn't been exposed to that waste for even an hour.

They weren't the first, and were far from the last. The had no family to ask after their deaths, and when the company they worked for wwas asked why they died of chemical poisoning, the company said they must've gone into a restriced area without proper protection. They hadn't. They lived on site, so noboddy else on the the outisde was contaminated. In the past 2 months, nearly 30 others had died and almost 100 others were dying, all of radiation sickness.

The company they worked for didn't care. And to top it off, they kept dumping the highly toxic waste into the ocean several times onthly, at the same place. Residents on an isand nearby were beginning to complain about the mutated sea-life that they were catching and were washing up on the shore. Surely no crab was that hige, had a shell that thick, coupled with a vicious temperment, and that coloring, and those bloodshot eyes?

People who ate the mutated sea-life started exhibiting strange results. IF they didn't eat much, they merely got ill, maybe some radiation posioning at worst. If they are a lot, they dot severe radiation poisoning, maybe even died. But worst of all was the physical mutations. Sometimes, it happened after they died, the bodies coming back from the dead, controlled by whatever radiation that had seeped into the bodies.

The most disturbing trait in these severely infected? Their insatiable cravings for raw flesh of course! OFten, they passed the infection on when they bit people. The compant was trying to round up these people, but they couldn't catch them all. Often, people were infected for quite a while before they began to show symptoms, so it was harder to keep track and keep them from infecting other people.

Did I mention that the infected sea-food was already being shipped through the USA, and even to other parts of the world?

Somewhere below the sea, Slash, the king of the Merpeople was attempting to conduct a meeting of some of his highest officials. It was going to be easily the most important meeting they'd ever had, in the history of merpeople, but he was unable to start, because nobody was sitting down and shutting the fuck up. He sighed with a facepalm.

Ronnie Radke and Craig Mabbit were having another screaming match and utilizing more profanity than a navy full of sailors. On second thought, make that a Navy full of sailors. Mikey Way was in the corner, poking at an electric eel with a fork. The poor eel was looking positively traumatized. Gerard, the elder Way brother, and Frank Iero were in a rather compromising situation. CC was eating the seaweed growing around the room, uncaring that it'd probably give him indigestion or something. Sandra Alva had her bum firmly planted in a chair, her glasses in place as usual. Slash could bet anything that she was probably giving the people around her causing so much chaos some seriously disapproving looks.

Tia Harribel mirrored her position, opposite, sans sun-glasses, so you could clearly see the disapproving looks that she was giving the (mostly male) idiots surrounding her. However, where she lacked the sunglasses she had, she did have a harassing Nnoitra floating around, perving like the scrawny overgrown spoon-shaped pervert that he was. Ashley Purdy was assisting the Perving Spoon very well. In fact, if you could read their minds at that exact moment, there would only be one word between the two of them. BEWBS!

Slash sighed. This was fucking hopeless. Even as he looked on, Ylfordt Grantz started dancing like a fish out of water to the point that Slash wanted to actually throw him out of the water to see if he would start ballroom dancing, while his brother, Szayel, attempted to dissect Dahvie Vanity's overdone hair, and Grimmjow started to pick on the damn near mute Jinnx. Turning around, he caught sight of a wisp of a young merman, with somewhat voluminous black hair. Hell, if you didn't know better, you'd assume he was a mermaid! "Andy, yeah?" Slash asked. He received a nod. This might be helpful, because if he remembered right, Andy could be loud when he wanted. "A little help here?" Slash asked, gesturing at the surrounding chaos.

Andy nodded, before opening his mouth and letting out a huge roar, a la 'Perfect Weapon' intro. Even when everyone had stopped what they were doing and stared, the roar went on. Nnoitra decided to roar back, while Szayel said, "Who would've thought such a loud roar could come from something that small? I must dissect it!"

After about 20 seconds of the roar, it ended. Everyone was still in shock. "Thanks kid." Slash said, patting the rather bemused Andy on the shoulder. "No probs." The skinny creature said in a quiet voice.

"Now will everyone please shut the fuck up and sit the fuck down?"

Even when complying, they carried out what they were doing. Slash was about to lose his motherfucking cool. "I need your complete fuckin' attention! Frank get off Gerard, Gerard get your hands off his ass, Mikey let go of that fucking eel, it looks fuckin' traumatized, Grimmjow, leave Jinnx alone, CC, spit out that fucking seaweed, it just got planted, and it's gonna give you indigestion, Craig and Ronnie, keep cursing and flipping each other off, I'm gluing your hands to your tongues..."

Gerard and Frank parted rather reluctantly, so that it was now clearly visible to onlookers that there was more than a writhing mass of limbs, Mikey sadly let go of the eel, which swam away, a terrified look on it's face, as fast as it could, Grimmjow muttered, "Ima fuckin' get ya!" in the general direction of Jinnx, who merely opened his mouth, overwhelming Grimmjow and the surrounding area with his stink breath, CC yelled back, "But it's fuckin' delicious!" through a mouthful of seaweed, and Craig and Ronnie settled for exchanging angry glares.

Even so, after a few minutes, Slash realized that there was still more to fix before he could actually get down to business. "Szayel, Dahvie's hair isn't alive, leave it the fuck alone ("But it looks alive!"), Purdy and... uh.... Spoon, you can perv on your own fucking time("But..." Ashley started. "Bewbs!" Nnoitra finished), Ylfordt, stop fucking dancing, you're not a fucking fish outta water, you're fucking scaring me (Here, Ylfordt struck a complete diva pose, before strutting off), Aizen shut the fuck up about your plan, nobody gives a fuck ("says you!"), Ray there's something alive in your hair ("Again?" "Yes." "Dammit.") Bob, stop looking at Davey like that ("But he insulted Mr. Bean!"), Jade, stop twitching, Yumichika, stop the fucking preening ("But I must always look beautiful!"), no, Bob, I don't give a fuck if he insulted Mr. Bean, stop choking him, Byakuya, what the fuck did I just tell Yumichika, no I don't care if you're some fuckin' Noble!"

This morning, Slash had hoped that it'd be a relatively painless meeting. Obviously it wouldn't be.