Last Heroes of Earth Ch. 1: Prologue
June 21, 2011. Location: Amazon Rainforest. 2200 hours, Eastern Coastal Time.
At a stained oak wood table in a silvery room, twelve of fourteen chairs have been filled. With guards all over the place, everyone feels secure, even though the guards can freely kill anyone on sight with even the slightest thought of a traitor in the room. And not much could be heard with a baseball game playing on the TV at full blast, not even the iron door opening, the loud taps of hard rubber heeled shoes, or the slamming of the iron door behind the tall skinny man.
"Silence!" a guard shouted. Every person in the room turned to the slender man at the head of the table. The silence in the room was so dramatic that you could hear a fly buzzing twenty meters down the hallway.
The thin man turned to the guard who shouted. "Thank you, G031, that was much appreciated," he said. The guard just nodded in response.
The man took a seat at the head of the table. "Please be seated," he called out. "This meeting is now in session. General Storm, what is the progress of the training?"
A tall and bulky man in a military uniform stood. "Experiment number 1050 is, so far, our strongest trainee, with one hundreds in strength, speed, intelligence, and torture resistance, but he hasn't spoken one word since we put him through the torture resistance test. Experiment number 5060 also has a one hundred in intelligence, strength and speed, but when we put him through the torture resistance test, not one guard has come out since, which can mean one of two things; either he died and the guards killed themselves, or he killed the guards the instant they started. I know that you do not accept failure, and I will take any punishments you put towards me."
"Good, because you have been in control of security for far too long. My child, my son, come and enter this room. You may come in, Tyrannosaurus Imperator," the man called to another set of doors on the other side of the room.
The doors slammed open, and a young man walked in. From his first appearance, he looked scared, but John knew better than to think that. The boy was hungry, and his target was the General.
"A boy; a boy will replace me as General," the General asked. " He's not even fifteen years old! And look at how hungry he—looks. OK, but how will you—never mind that."
"Good luck living while you can, sir," said the boy, now smiling. As he said that, he started to grow in size, first to a truck, then a semi, then a house, his arms growing smaller, his head elongating, growing sharp teeth, his skin growing scales. Pretty much, he went from young man to Tyrannosaurus Imperator in seconds.
"Oh, my God, what is that monster you've created, Firestorm?"
BOOM!The General was no more.
"As I said, good luck," said the man-dinosaur. His voice was husky in his new size.
"For your information, Willie," Firestorm explained, "this 'monster' that I've created is my son, and he was both insulted by your remark and very hungry. So I suggest that you never say that again next time. If there is a next time… "
And all through the building, you could hear the screams of all of those in that room as they were taken down, one by one, by the new predator on the loose. All of them, that is, except for Firestorm…
