Primal Fury
Prologue:
Deep in the Indonesian jungle in a seclude grove a chameleon slowly stalks its insect prey. Unbeknownst to the chameleon that below its treetop home many miles below the earth is a compound where a horrifying chain of events is about to take place. It is in inside of this compound, inside one of its many research facilities that our story takes begins.
A tall Japanese man dressed in an orange flowery Hawaiian style shirt and bright blue shorts paced in front of a computer console behind him is a long black table seated with scientists and executives. In front of each is an in descript manila folder. Paper-clipped to the top of the folders are various photographs of a teenage boy.
The Japanese man ran his fingers through his bright green Mohawk. He sat down in the chair at the head of the table of executives, his back to the large blank screen. His placed his sandaled feet upon the table and begin to hum a tune, completely oblivious to the screen above his head.
Suddenly the screen flickered to life as the scowling face of a man with slightly graying hair appeared. The man's scowl deepened as he glared down at the green haired man. "Busuzima!" the green haired man fell to the floor, "yes sir Director," "You worthless little ingrate! This how you repay me for saving you from the ZLF! You thank me for keeping you alive by destroying my laboratories and damaging my equipment! And for what nothing this so called experiment is nothing more than a failure! Over and over again you have given me nothing more than excuses! I want results!"
Busuzima groveled before the screen "I understand, Director. I will not fail again,
I have located the perfect subject for the project. This time sir we have a prime target one that we are sure will be able to withstand the procedure and survive." Busuzima had a look, oddly enough, of what seemed like pleasure on his face.
The Director sneered at the man, "You do know that you disgust me Busuzima." The Director sighed, "But you know as well as I that this experiment could not be done without you. You are a genius albeit a demented and repulsive one but a genius all the same and the only person capable of implementing this procedure correctly."
"I trust that this one isn't a vagrant or another homeless person that you abducted." Busuzima shook his head, "Good, because I don't have to tell you what would happen if you fail this time do I? Don't not delude yourself Busuzima granted you are so far the only one who can utilize the system that doesn't mean that I won't hesitate to kill you if you fail one more time. It is imperative that this experiment succeeds. Do you understand?"
Busuzima nodded slightly, "When will the subject arrive," Busuzima checked his watch "soon sir. I've the retrieval team to "acquire" him. I've sent Steven Goldberg along sir." The Director raised an eyebrow, "You sent Stun to collect the subject?" Busuzima nodded, " Stun is part of the experiment the subject will have to engage him in order to test his abilities" The Director nodded "Excellent send me a message to let me know when he arrive with the subject."
The screen went blank and Busuzima spat at it. He turned to the people gathered behind him, "Let's prepare our subject's going to arrive at 0800, we have three hours to prep the lab." Soon he was all alone in the conference room. Busuzima picked up one of the folders and gazed down at the photograph clipped to it. With a sneer he threw the folder down onto the table and it slid across until it rest on the far side of the table. Its contents scattered across the black surface. Busuzima picked up one photo and placed in his pocket. On the photo was a teenaged boy with unruly black hair and intense green eyes. Above his right eye was a pale lightning bolt shaped scar. At the bottom of the photograph was the name Potter, H.J.