Prologue

"Stop him!" Luke barked as the room slowly became engulfed in flames, "stop him!"

Dark smoked began to block his vision from the worried nurses that scurried the room, searching for the medicine that would put Subject 94 to sleep.

Luke placed a white handkerchief over his mouth just as the sprinklers came on and a scared looking nurse stabbed the needle into Subject 94's neck.

Luke waited patiently for the smoke to subside before walking to the center of the room where Subject 94 was placed roughly on a lab table.

Luke eyed Subject 94, taking in the fresh burns that covered his mouth, and the scars that ran up and down along his arms.

Luke shook his head. He had such high hopes for this one.

"Another disappointment," he said calmly, placing his hands behind his back, "and just for a second, I allowed myself to think we were behind all this." Luke hummed, not removing his sight from Subject 94.

"Doctor!" Luke suddenly barked, causing the nurses to flinch, "take Subject 94 back to his crate."

"Y-yes s-s-sir," the young doctor stumbled, shakily making his way to the boy passed out on the lab table.

Luke watched as two of the nurses came over to help remove Subject 94 from the room.

Luke began taking in the damage of the room. It was still blurred with smoke from the fire, the white paint that delicately framed the walls were now scorched black. Precise vials had been knocked down from the counters.

"Elizabeth," Luke said, turning his gaze away from the mess, "what had Subject 94 been injected with?"

Elizabeth slowly met his gaze, gray hair falling from her tight bun and framing her old worried face, "Subject 94 was injected with chameleon DNA before birth, sir."

"Ahh," Luke breathed, "and what affect has that had on him Elizabeth?"

"Well," the nurse started, shifting her feet uncomfortably under Luke's cold stare, "Subject 94 has the ability to blend into his surroundings..."

"Oh, I see. I see," Luke said, stepping towards the nurse, "but what I'm still unable to understand is how Subject 94 had been able to produce fire even as he had been securely tied down and has been under constant surveillance!?" Luke questioned, a vein bulging out from around his neck.

"Well," Elizabeth began, "let's just say that there are still a few…mishaps," Elizabeth says slowly, as if choosing her words carefully, "nothing we can't handle," she adds quickly.

"And…" Luke urges, trying to keep his tone under control.

"Well, Subject 94 has seemed to develop a skill to breathe fire."