Author's note:
This just a random idea I had that wouldn't go away. Can't really promise where this will go, but I'm fairly confident that it can and will be reasonably done, so be nice in your reviews, okay? Anyway, on with the story.
Chapter 1
A New Arrival
Unknown* POV (* haven't really introduced the character yet)
Having just woken with a start from a stress-inducing nightmare, I quickly reached for the lamp in my cubicle so I could check my watch, the fact that I'd woken up just two minutes before the alarm went off in the rear of my mind. I sighed with moderate relief when I saw that my heart rate was under 150. Waving away a few of the buildings personnel, I shook my head. "When will they realize that unlike some of their other subjects, I DON'T have any plans to get back to my old life," I said before sighing, "that is if I still could."
Perhaps now is a good time to explain what the bleep is going on. First off, my name is Dr. Floyd Flagg, though the government workers who run this place know me by a different name: The Leviathan. You see, two years ago, I was contracted by NASA to help investigate some strange energy readings that a satellite picked up in a relatively unexplored region of the Grand Canyon. Being the leading expert in abnormal energy, I went to check it out with my assistant and wife of about two months, Dr. Francisca Umber, though I usually referred to her as "Fran" when being casual. Little did I know that this would be the last time I would ever see her.
The source of the strange energy turned out to be what at first glance looked to be part of a damaged satellite or something. Upon closer inspection, I had dismissed that theory and been able to immediately figure out some things: this was actually the propulsion system of some sort of space craft, likely which had been destroyed via impact, perhaps a meteor. It's fuel seemed to be some sort of radioactive liquid, and that the said liquid was actually quite similar to our world's gasoline. That last part was especially troublesome to me, seeing how some of the ship's lose wiring had just set the still leaking fuel ablaze! Those who had come with us quickly fled, and we soon took the same action, but something stopped us less then a couple of yards later.
We were just about to pass what I guess was the edge of the blast zone, when Fran tripped and fell. I quickly went back for, only to discover that a wall of fire was heading right towards us. Acting on instinct, I hastily placed my wife inside a crevice in the rocks, just in time to take the full force of the blast. Needless to say, I passed out, the last thing I remember being something that seemed akin to primal rage.
While I was out of it for who knows how long, I had time to gaze upon memories I didn't really know I had. You see, I'm usually try to be a fairly under-control person, not even being one to curse. Yet despite this, throughout the duration of these "memories," I thought I saw what looked to be a dark cloud gathering and someone, or some THING, sounding similar to that of a bloodthirsty animal. Not that I blamed it, especially since I seemed to be reliving events I had tried to shove into the back of my mind, from my mother's death when I was three to my father law committing heinous crimes to keep me and my future wife separated before eventually being caught and given the death penalty.
The last image I saw scared me the most: I was looking into a mirror, but the image I saw wasn't my own, and yet it was. I've since learned that the image, which looked more like a brown ogre with red eyes and green hair then my usual white-skinned, blue eyed, and brown haired "normal" self, was the very essence of all the pain that I tried to bottle up, the very soul of the Leviathan. I guess never realized that a bottles can become a pressure vessel and the more you add to it's contents, the more powerful the force inside it grows. The thing about that power inside though: all it really needs to be released is a way out.
When I finally woke up, I was in this faculty. I learned that though I saved her from the blast, she still ended up dying due to some rubble from "my" first rampage. She managed to calm me down before I nearly annihilated the National Guard. I had apparently helped a few people who were caught in the crosshairs, but nobody is going to praise someone who destroyed at least half a dozen military vehicles without any marks to show for it: believe me when I say that there's not too many injuries I sustain in that state which stick around for long.
Whatever the case, unlike Missing Link, Dr. Cockroach, Insectosaurus, and I guess B.O.B., I don't have anything to go back to if I ever got out of here. That's why I've decided to try and find a way to control my new powers to use to help people like I once did in the past, not that it's been easy. Then again, nothing ever is.
Normal POV
Suddenly Dr. Cockroach burst into the room and declared, "You'll never guess what just happened." "Insectosaurus finally went into metamorphosis? B.O.B. ate the kitchen sink? You ended up doing something stupid?" the fellow doctor guessed. "No, no, and that's never going to happen," the insect hybrid deadpanned, "They've captured another." Having just taken a sip of water, Floyd's eyes went wide before he did a spit take. "WHAT? Why are we still standing…here then?" he asked as he noticed the mad scientist was already gone.
(space bump)
"I'll never understand how if our IQ's are nearly identical YOU are the one who ends up with powers under your complete control," Floyd whined. Dr. Cockroach probably would have replied with something smug, but Missing Link shushed him as a VERY large figure entered the room beyond the door they were all hiding behind. As the others got ready to greet the one the government had dubbed Ginormica, the former energy specialist felt something deep in his heart: something he thought had died along with his wife.
To be continued…
Author's note:
Anyone care to guess which "monster" Floyd is a parody of? Just kidding: it's kind of obvious, right? Anyways, hope you liked this and until next time, everyone have a good evening/morning/whatever time period it is in your part of the world.