Disclaimer: I do not own any of this characters except Hayata Bowen
" Frankenstein Kills Again "
New York
In a dark and distraught alley, a single homeless man finished off his last bottle of whiskey. The last sip gone, the bum threw the bottle against a brick wall, shattering in a brilliant flash. The crash scared the alley cats away from their trash can snacks. Suddenly, the hobo could hear loud forboding footsteps coming from the end of the alley. A cloaked figure stepped up to the bum.
"You got any spare change", the bum asked. "No", was the only reply, following his answer, gunshot rang out through the alley and portions of the street. The bum's body was dragged out of the alley and into the trunk of a 50's style car.
NASA Satellite, deep space
" Everything ok, glenn", asked one of the floating astronauts. "Yeah, this zero-G is getting to me though", glenn replied. Glenn floated towards the radar to run his daily check on the systems. "Hey, there's something coming towards us", glenn noted. His partner came over and surveyed the situation. "That can't be right", he said, "it's moving too fast to be any kind of space craft."
Suddenly, a defeaning tremor filled the satellite. The room turned crimson and the warning siren went off. "The hulls have been breached", glenn yelled over the loud siren. Glenn quickly looked out the window, "hey there's some kind of saucer looking craft out there." Before the other astronaut could respond the NASA satellite was torn to pieces by a tremendous explosion the flooded the spaceways with debris and a large shockwave.
Dark Labratory
Bottles and beakers filled to the brim with every color liquid imaginably, some have smooth, blue vapors emitting from them. "I had hoped by now a more appropriate specimen would come along but this is not the case", a dark, shadowy figure said. His words were tired and you could almost see the dust exhale itself from his toothless maw. "My creature may not be too smart but his strength will be incredible." The old man grabbed a bottle of yellow liquid and held it over a specimen submerged in a vat of red liquid. The golden viscous fluid poured into the already steaming vat, the combined chemicals fought over color as more and more sweat-like vapor was forced upward.
Finally, the chemicals settled with an orange color and the amount of steam was moderated. A sinister, toothless grin swept the old man's face ear to wrinkled ear. "Yes, just a few more days now and you'll be ready," he said to his specimen.
Apartment just outside Osaka, a few days later
A middle-aged man sat down watching some news report about an exploded satellite. The man, known as Hayata Bowen, seemed confused. He just received word about who his real father was. James Bowen, the famous Earth Ambassador who reached a treaty with the Xians of Planet X.