Prologue
Wind whistled through the cracks of the sliding door as the stout scientist swiped his access card and stepped over the threshold. He walked briskly towards his classroom, fumbling for the keys. With a click, he turned the key in the lock and entered his room. Tall windows ran from the floor to the ceiling, and an oak desk sat centered in the middle of the large room. A blackboard dusty with chalk boasted complex mathematical equations, and at the back of the room stood his pride and joy. It was a machine. A large vacuum sprouted wires that connected to a metal helmet colourful with buttons; red, green, and blue. Below the vacuum was a large glass chamber, full of sand. It was still being experimented with, but so far everything had been running smoothly. He grinned; if it worked, he would be able to rid people of the bad side of themselves. They could become a perfect race!
"But I need someone to test it on," he commented aloud.
"I know seven children who would be good candidates," a low, gruff voice said. He whirled around to face the intruder, only to be engulfed by giant hands…
Maniacal laughter resounded throughout the room as a tall man dressed in black nodded towards one of his giant henchmen, who obediently began to dismantle the machine and place the separate parts in a large brown bag.
"Those kids won't even know what hit them…" the god chuckled. "This is gonna be fun!"