Welcome to the SuperHuman program.

For decades, humans and dragons have been feuding. This started when war started between the two. The dragons tried to rise up against the humans and become the dominant species of the Earth. This was named "The Scorching War," due to the name the dragons gave it, "The Scorching." Today, in the year 2065, the two can come together in the SuperHuman program. It's simple, we take humans who volunteer into the program, and break into their DNA, giving them small samples of dragon DNA in them. Doing this creates a superior being to all life on Earth. Dragon muscles, their predatory eyes, which are just as receptive as humans', and their senses and reflexes they gained by living in the air are great components to mix with the brain and general body of a human.

Don't worry, this process is completely risk-free and non-dangerous. We only accept human volunteers who are on the brink of death. Sending them through this process gives them a new life, and doesn't waste any human lives because the volunteers, sadly, were going to die regardless.

You have just gone under this change. Welcome to the world, Oliver Brown. Your life will lead nothing but greatness and achievement.

Oliver sputtered to life. His eyes shot open, and feeling came to all of his limbs throughout his body. At first, Oliver didn't feel. He didn't think. He just was. He was still alive, but not conscious, like a tree or a plant.

But then, it all rushed through him. Thoughts and feelings and sensations rushed through his body. Am I alone?

Oliver looked around the room. It was a small, well-lit room with black floor, wall and ceiling panels. In the corner of the ceiling, there was a small white speaker. He turned around completely, where he found a small box on the wall containing another person.

A mirror. The thought popped into his head, as well as all the other thoughts. Suddenly, he knew what a mirror was and how it worked. He could see himself, and identify all the objects on himself.

A suit. A nice one. Completely black, but with a blue finish. Black dress pants as well, as well as black shoes. Not dress shoes, but not sneakers. Oliver took a closer look at his shoes in person, rather than admire them in the mirror. They're sleek and fancy, but they don't handicap my physical abilities with them. Normal dress shoes would. Oliver looked back at the mirror. All of my clothes are like this. Fancy, but not limiting what I can do at all. Quite impressive. Oliver looked at his face. Caucasian skin, and blackish-brownish hair, which was short and out of the way of his face.

"Hello, Oliver." Said a kind sounding robotic woman's voice, which was coming out of the speaker on the ceiling. "You are on the SuperHuman force of Boston Massachusetts. That is, coincidentally, the original, founding force! Right now, you're in the SuperHuman Tower, the base of operations and living quarters of all SuperHumans in the city. This tower is also home to Iris Mikaela, the OverLooker to the entire SuperHuman program."

How long will I be here?

"We will now conduct some beginning tests to make sure you are functional." The voice said. "Get ready!"

Oliver turned around slowly, waiting for something to happen. Then, something did happen. The floor tiles underneath Oliver abruptly retracted, opening up a large chasm beneath Oliver's feet.

Oliver started falling. He did not panic, he barely even reacted to the sudden change motion. He closed his eyes, and a mental picture of himself unfolded. He was falling down a square hole into what was probably water. Around his body, he pictures wings, and a tail, and claws. Oliver extended these things outward. Just like flying. His hands and feet reached the walls of the hole, and he caught himself midfall. He looked down into the nothingness below. He pushed off the black tiles wall with his hands, and pushed up with his feet, launching him upwards. He caught himself against the walls again and repeated this process a few more times until he reached the top. When he pulled himself out of the whole completely, the tiles extended back into place, covering the hole.

"Good work, Oliver. Test 1: completed."

Just as suddenly as the floor panels retracted, the panels on the wall to Oliver's left opened up, revealing foam dummies in different positions along a short hallway. The hallway was lined entirely with the same black tiles and was completely empty except for the foam dummies and a small table in the very front. On the table were two pistols, loaded and ready for use.

"Take out the dummies as quickly and efficiently as possible." The voice commanded.

Oliver grabbed the pistols, and looked forward, analyzing the dummies. One on the left, 7 feet farther one on the right, 7 feet farther one on the left, 3 feet farther one on the right, 5 feet farther one on the left and right. Oliver ran forward, shooting the first dummy to his right. On his way by, Oliver shot the first one to his left. He slid on the ground, shooting the second one to the left, and kicked the feet out from under the second one to his right. The dummy fell over, landing on Oliver's gun, which he shot. He got back up from the ground, turned facing forward, spread his arms to his sides, and shot the last two at the same time. Oliver lowered his arms. He turned around to examine his work. Every shot landed on the dummies' foam heads.

"Good work, Oliver." The voice praised. "You are an exceptional specimen."

Oliver turned back around, where a door was opening, and a light was shining through.

"Keep these moves in mind, but never forget to improvise." The voice said, before shutting off. Oliver stepped through the door, ready to face the world.