Martian Boy: Prologue
Deep underground in the bowels of the agency known as CADMUS a scientist brooded a vial of blood gripped tightly in his hand. Desmond was a scientist, who was a genius in many ways, but his skill had always lain in the field of genetics, in his youth he had become interested in the idea of genetic manipulation and to no one's surprise he became very skilled in this field. However that's when things began to go wrong.
Desmond had always been interested in perfection; it was a minor quirk in the beginning so no one had worried about it. He was simply young and idealistic they said, there was nothing wrong with trying to improve the human condition, he would forget about it in time. If they had known what was to come maybe they would have worked harder to erase these thoughts from young Desmond's mind, who knows what he would have become then. Unfortunately they did not and the more he worked on genetic manipulation the darker his mind became and the more focused he became on creating the perfect creature, on superior to what he considered an inherently imperfect human race.
Then his funding was pulled. His superior said his research was going too far, that no one would allow him human subjects to test on. It was sick what he was attempting to do they said. In the end he had shown them how sick his research truly was.
It took many months before the police had found where Desmond had taken his bosses, when they did he was gone but what he had left behind was horrifying. The people he had taken could hardly be considered that anymore, they found bodies with twisted limbs and bulging grey skin, bones sticking from the skin where they couldn't take the pressure from the muscles anymore. The ones they found alive however are better left unspoken about.
Desmond had pretty much disappeared and the police were left unknowing of this man's location and would remain so for many years, but we'll get to that later. Desmond due to his skill and madness had been quickly noticed by a group of people who held great power, the light. They offered him protection and access to all the materials and specimens he wanted as long as he created for them the weapons they desired. How could he have said no to that offer?
And so for years he worked for the light in the facility known as CADMUS, creating a powerful army of Genomes, however his loyalty to his masters had begun to weaken. He was no closer to creating his perfect subject than he had been all those years ago, his so-called masters had restricted him to creating more genomes in order to increase the size of their army, but now, now he had the chance and Luthor was seeking to ruin it all.
They had finally gained Superman's DNA and their first attempt to clone him had failed, leaving project Match a mindless beast due to the holes in his own genetic structure. So the Light had decided to add a second DNA sample to stabilise the project and despite his best efforts Lex Luthor was selected to be the second donor, in order to garner some loyalty in the project to its second donor and thus the Light.
In a world of aliens, Metas and super humans they chose a business man to taint his project with his useless DNA, no Desmond wouldn't allow it. With a smirk he dropped the vile and shattered it under his boot, leaving the crimson liquid to spill across the lab floor. He walked over to his desk and opened a small locked draw which contained a vile of bright orange liquid. He wouldn't allow Lex Luthor to contaminate his perfect project with his foul DNA and luckily he had a much better donor for his project.
Deep in the bowls of CADMUS Desmond laughed as his plans came to fruition.