This chapter - or prologue for want of a better word - is more like a taster of the events that begin the story. I don't give much away, but I hope you all like it and I'll need over eight reviews for an update as this story needs support and love to continue, as does any. :-)

A maniacal laugh broke the silence of the night.

The musical rhythm of mechanical whirring and machinery beeping piped up into a chorus as fingers pressed on buttons, flicked switch and strange chemicals in bottles glowed and bubbled around a large table that was adorned with thick-looking restraints on all four corners.

Finally, now he had the diamonds, his project would work. It would create a historic day where the boundaries of human biology was changed and they were no longer bound to their weaknesses. That was if the subject in question was strong enough to survive the initial process.

A muffled whimper came from a darkened corner of the room, causing him to look up from the dials he had been about to turn.

He turned towards where it had come from, staring at the small cage with dog-eared bedding and two dirty-looking ceramic bowls in front of it. One with a sandwich that a small nibble taken out of it had mould growing over it and the other held a little water, the frugal amount tainted and undrinkable.

He moved his eyes slightly, a large chain trailing from where it was it was bolted to the wall, to inside the cage. The subject inside reared its ashen and bruised face, its eyes glimmering with pain. Its treatment was cruel to say the least, it was the treatment of an animal, but that was all that the young boy was - a means to experiment on.

It whimpered again, its head lolling around helplessly, every word blocked by the leather belt muzzling its mouth. It wasn't in good shape and he couldn't have that; its eyes were circled in darkness, its skin was transparent and its ribs were visible with each raspy breath it took.

"Are you hungry?" he asked briskly, bending down to its eye-level. it nodded, slowly, as if it was wary of him. He couldn't blame him though, he had forced it into the cage and to be his tester. Its skepticism was understandable.

Sighing heavily, he reached out and unlatched the cage's door, opening it and yanking it out harshly. It yelped in pain as it landed on the floor and he spat in disgust. This subject definitely hadn't been his first choice, but it sufficed. That was until it succumbed to the effects of imprisonment. He just hoped the tests would sort it out.

"You can eat when we're done," he told it in a softer tone, bending down to unbuckle the belt from around its mouth. He pulled the belt away and it took in some air in a cracked breath.

Its eyes widened to a considerable size, gasping in surprise as he flicked a switch and the lab was suddenly filled with bright light. Its now squinted eyes - it had been a few months since it had seen any - landed on the table and looked like it was going to try to run away. He smirked; it had tried that once, it got as far as the door before the alarms had gone off. It had been muzzled and shackled ever since.

"Come on." He yanked it up by the chain around its neck, its feet dangling in the air. It choked and struggled, but he wouldn't let go. He started walking towards the table and it let out the most piercing shriek he had ever heard in his life.

"No!"

His brow furrowed in anger and he shook it violently, but it didn't stop screaming, it carried on; it scratched wildly at him, snapped its teeth, trying desperately to catch his finger in them. It kicked out at him and he grabbed its leg, holding it firmly underneath his arm, covering its mouth, silencing his pathetic screams.

They only amplified as it was placed on the table. He covered its mouth with one hand while it squirmed and struggled with everything it had left. It didn't understand how potentially great it could be if the tests worked, he had given up on explaining since it refused to listen and kept dwelling on the negative side of things.

He forced one of its arms above its head and shackled one down, the other, also with great difficulty. That was half the battle done, now he had his violently fighting legs to contend with. He had managed to restrain one with ease, but the other had smashed into his jaw. Spitting out blood, he gritted his teeth and forced it into submission, tightening all the restraints around it.

He glared at it and it glared back. He ignored it and began fastening metal wires to all the vital limbs - arms, legs, head and chest - of its body that would be amplified after the experiment. It whimpered in pain as each needle was pushed through his skin and tiny beads of blood started appearing around where the wires had penetrated its skin.

He turned away and flicked on all the necessary machines. Chemicals bubbled inside large containers and strange whirring noises rumbled from each of the machines. It was finally happening, this was the day where he would have created a new type of human, superior to everyone in every way.

It was struggling once more, pleading with him - one would have thought he was about to defile its innocence or take his life - to stop, but he shook his head and flicked the last switch. Nothing was getting in his way of a Nobel Prize and a mention in the book of the greatest names of all time. That title would be his.

Lights flickered around the room, diverting his attention back to the subject. His eyes narrowed in confusion as its eyes closed and all its struggles suddenly ceased as if it had been a hyperactive toy that had just been switched off. He fiddled with a few of the dials, turning them up to higher velocities, but nothing else happened.

He was certain that the subject shouldn't have been still and sleeping, it was supposed to be awake as the bone marrow was being replaced with metal. Nevertheless, he couldn't stop now, too much of the chemicals had been used and it was too risky to stop now. If he stopped now, there was a good chance the subject would die, at least it could live with the defects, should there be any.

A machine a few meters away from him beeped as it was empty of the chemicals it had contained. He grabbed his clipboard and scanned over his notes, none of this should be happening. Right now, the subject's veins were supposed to be glowing blue.

But there was no veins glowing blue, nothing was going as it should be. The subject was convulsing violently against the restraints, writhing as if something was trying to force its way from its chest. Its screams had stopped and it was clenching its fists so tightly its knuckles were white.

It slumped for a final time and he put his clipboard down, nervously making his way over to the table. He truly couldn't understand what had gone wrong, but he would have to keep trying if he was going to get his name in the history books. It was the mark of any great Scientist, and he was a great Scientist.

He peered over the subject, searching for any sign of life. A belt snapped loudly and his arm was suddenly snatched up in a vice-like grip that felt like iron. He looked down to see a boy with a feral snarl and burning red eyes.

This definitely shouldn't have been happening.

He screamed in pain as it sunk two rows of extremely sharp, jagged teeth into his hand. It growled before yanking its head back, tearing his hand in half. He fell backwards, cradling his wound, groaning in disgust as it began to chew on his fingers with carnivorous mannerisms.

Blood dripped down from its chin and it slurped it up greedily. It's piercing red eyes rounded on him and it leapt off the table, cutting through the restraints with ease. He frantically looked around for something to fight it off with, but there was nothing except a syringe full of chemicals. He didn't need to make this... thing any more dangerous than it was shaping up to be.

Its lips drew back in a snarl, ready to sink them into him and tear him to pieces, but it stopped short. Sniffing the air, it turned its head towards the window, growling lowly before rushing forwards with speed much faster than it previously had, throwing its body through the window, smashing it with ease.

He took a deep breath, tearing off a bit of his shirt to wrap up his bloody appendage in. He stood up, surveying the carnage. His eyes then landed on an unlit machine. It was the one that was supposed to turn on, but he couldn't figure out which one he hadn't needed to turn on.

Horrifying shrieks were heard from below him, indicating that the thing had survived the five-storey jump and was now taking out all its unreserved anger on unsuspecting and innocent citizens. He swallowed nervously as they struck up a never-ending melody.

He had created a monster.

Alright, I don't think I've written anything for someone that crazy! Okay, there was that one time I was getting into Jack the Ripper's head... Yeah, I'm not kidding. Anyway, reviews would be nice please, even though this is only a teaser.

Oh, and I had to keep the characters as 'he' and 'it' for now, but everything will be starting next chapter. :-)