PROLOUGE
Seventeen years before...
The five year old boy was silent as he watched the adults around him work. He didn't know what they were doing but he knew better then to ask. They didn't pay much attention to him anymore, not since starting their new project. The boy touched his right arm, feeling the cold metal plate that was there and wincing slightly from the pain of it. The operation to replace his arm's skin with metal had only been a few days before. It was the latest of many operations that he had been given for as long as he could remember.
The automatic doors to the lab opened and the boy glanced at them, just as everyone else in the lab did. The sound of the soles of expensive shoes hitting the floor was the only sound in the lab, and finally the man in those shoes appeared. The small thin glasses and tight scowl were instantly recognisable. Adrik; the lab's top scientist. He had a brilliant mind. He single-handedly thought up the greatest experiments for the labrotary. He was a sadist. And a murderer. He was also the little boy's sperm-donor... his father.
One of the other scientists approached Adrik and began to speak, "Our test experiment appears to be a complete success sir. The DNA we extracted is multiplying as we speak and should be ready to implant in a few months-" the scowl on Adrik's face deepened and the scientist began to sweat, "But if the subject is as strong as you say he is, then the process could take as little as a week, even less!"
"Of course he is." Adrik snapped, glancing at the scientist. The poor lighting in the room made it impossible to see his eyes behind the glasses. But if the younger scientist could have seen, he would have seen pure unadulterated hate. Theboy knew because that was the look that he always gave him... even when he was pretending to be nice. "Have you forgotten our last discussion already, comrade?"
"N-no sir!" the young man backed away from Adrik, terror in his eyes. The boy felt a wave of sorrow for the young man and cast his eyes back down to the metal plate on his arm. Adrik's lip curled in disgust, "If there is anything I hate more then morons, it is cowardly morons." he stepped forward and the man recoiled, "And do you know what happenes to cowardly morons in this place?"
The young man bolted out of the lab before Adrik could finish his sentance. No-one stopped him. Adrik said nothing, glancing at the spot where the young man had previously been. He then looked right up, into the small boy's face. Adrik smirked as he reached into his lab coat and pulled out a long range gun. Still smirking atthe boy, he aimed and fired into the hall.
Just seconds after the sound of the gunshot, an agonised scream came from the man as the bullet pierced his lung. The man slumped to the ground, gasping for breath. Adrik twirled the gun and placed it back into his lab coat. Still looking at the boy, he called out to thedying man, "I was thinking of aiming for your heart but I figured what was the fun in that? Especially now that I can hear your every last breath." Adrik finally looked away from the boy to look at the other scientists who had stopped working, "Well?!" they all rushed back to work.
The small boy let out a small sob. His Chojin senses could hear every last heartbeat of the dying man. He hadn't known the man very well, but he knew that the man had a wife and a new baby daughter. And of course, his death would be covered up just like all the other victims of Adrik's murderous rage. The man's family would never know of the real reason why he died and they would never get the body back. At the sob, Adrik glanced back at him, "Turbinski."
He looked up when his name was spoken, "Yes sir?"
Adrik looked back at the scientists, "Quarters now, you need to rest. Tomorrow's training beginds at zero six hundred sharp."
"Yes sir." Turbinski nodded and made his way out the lab. As soon as the doors shut behind him, Adrik headed towards the female scientist typing.
"Mavra, I want a status report on the boy immediately."
Mavra tilted her head at him and opened the data on Turbinski. "The boy's stamina and pain threshold areincredible. The more we throw athim, the more stronger he becomes. From the training data we have gathered, he has surpassed the strength of an average Chojin, and he's still just a child. Just imagine his power when he becomes mature. He might even have the strength to topple Warsman."
Adrik smirked, "Excellent." he glanced up the corridor as Turbinski passed the corpse as the man he had just killed. The boy didn't even flinch. Finally Turbinski turned the corner to the quarters and was out of sight.