Alcatraz Island, 2 months after Apocalypse.

Two men were walking along to the core of the famed penitentiary. The one on the left was dressed in military apparel, officer clothing to be more precise. He was tall and sharp looking, broad shouldered and had the air of command around him. His companion was dressed in an elegant suit. He was Hispanic, short cut hair, and average height. He was talking excitedly to his companion.

"We finally had some success Colonel, two subjects survived the process! If this project succeeds, we can mass produce weapons that don't require any care, only the objective."

"Sounds promising, but I'll need to see the results before I commit anything. This project needs it, but I need to know it will work for sure."

A wide smile crossed the Hispanic's face, "Of course, I figured that would be your response. The subjects have been monitored and trained for three years now. We also brought both subjects, and we'll demonstrate how well it worked for you, if you'd like."

"Domingo, you simply are amazing. Lets go see your weapons."

Domingo Chavez, the worlds most renowned arms dealer. Richest man on earth too, thought he couldn't be in the spotlight like Bill Gates, simply because of his work.

They arrived at a door that was guarded by a soldier dressed as a tour guide. The soldier snapped to attention and saluted the colonel, which was responded to with a mere nod.

Stepping into the elevator, they descended into one of America's super top-secret military installations.

The elevator opened after 45 seconds and let its occupants out and into a maze of corridors. After walking together, chatting idly, for another few minutes they arrived at a security locked door. After the colonel swiped a security card, the door slid open automatically, allowing him and Domingo into the room.

Inside was an elaborate, state of the art training facility, designed to simulate any scenario a soldier might come across. In the center of the bare room were two teens, both of average height. The first was a bit taller, and had dark brown hair, attractive features, with tattoo like markings of flames covering his arms. He was wearing black tactical clothing with a handgun holstered on his waist.

"That's subject 117-37." Domingo gestured at the dark haired boy. "He was the first success. His mutation is he can create and control fire. We used our… methods to make him stronger, and faster, as well as enhancing his power tremendously, to an almost un-stoppable level. He's been trained for multiple enemy combat and demolition."

"He," He gestured towards the second teen. He had sandy blonde hair, features that were average enough to let him blend with a crowd on the streets, but sharp enough to blend with higher society. He wore, again, black tactical clothing, though his was only his pants. The shirt was a simple white T-shirt covered with a black leather, hooded jacket. He wore sunglasses, even inside, which intrigued the colonel. "Is 117-38, our greatest success. Not just with this project, but every project we've ever tried. The machine enhanced his power like his brother, but it didn't stop there. It made him faster, stronger, as well as removed of any useless emotion; all he feels is rage and bloodlust whenever we activate it. His heart can use four times as much adrenaline than you or me, allowing him to do amazing things. The rest? I think you should see for yourself."

With a wave of his hand, an armed soldier escorted '37' out of the arena through an open door, while four other doors slid open, revealing a total of twenty-four soldiers, each armed with a different weapon, most melee but a few firearms mixed in for an extra show.

The colonel watched with interest as the soldiers readied their weapons. The teen never even flinched, just stood there, waiting for something.

"These are all my men, just so you don't think I'm harming your people. With your permission, colonel." He was responded with a nod and Chavez allowed a wide grin. He pushed a button on the console and spoke excitedly into a microphone, "Fifth freedom."

Down below in the arena, '38' finally moved. He nodded, reached up to a transmitter in his ear and pushed a button. He only spoke one word, his voice calm and clear, "Acknowledged."

Two blades slowly extended from his wrists, and he stood very still, waiting for an opening.

One minute.

Two minutes.

Three minutes.

Suddenly '38' sprinted towards one of the 3 soldiers with the guns. Ducking and dodging around weapons he made his way. One soldier was stupid enough to get in his way. Without breaking step, he impaled the guard through the heart, holding him as a shield, just another soldier opened fire with his gun, a MP5K submachine gun. The now dead soldier's body jerks around as the 9mm rounds hit his corpse. Once the magazine is empty, the gun just clicked, telling everyone he was empty.

Dropping his shield, '38' sprinted to the reloading soldier. Looking up from his weapon, a look of sheer terror crossed over his face. He dropped his gun and put his hands up in a plea for mercy… but none came. '38' stabbed him in the gut with his right blade, folding him in half. He quickly drove his left blade through his heart. The soldier fell to the floor, dead before he ever reached it.

The other soldier were now right on top of '38.' Wasting no time, the first soldier swings his combat knife, in a reverse grip, at his target's head. Bringing his left arm up, '38' caught the soldier's arm, directly in the elbow. With his right blade, he stabbed him three times in the chest, a small spray of blood erupting from his chest with each impact.

Dropping the corpse, he made quick work of six more with slashed throats, severed limbs, or impaling. Number ten wasn't so easy. Swinging his sword wildly, but in a deadly manner, he attempted to kill '38.' After blocking 15 swings, an opening was spotted. His right blade was quickly retracted and replaced with another, like a dagger in a reverse grip. Holding his new weapon out blade down, he caught a horizontal slash. The blade bounced off, but '38' wasn't done just yet.

In a flash, the blade was stabbed through the soldier's foot. The soldier let out a scream of pain and instinctively leaned down to grab his foot. That was his last mistake. Driving his left blade up, it impaled the soldier in the face, killing him instantly, with blood spraying everywhere.

More and more soldier fell to '38's relentless hunt, until finally there were merely two more. The first was armed with duel machetes, while the latter of the two was using a USP .45 handgun.

Twirling the blades in unison, the soldier attacked fiercely. Dodging and blocking the attacks, '38' looked for an opening to finish him for good. Finally finding one, he took full advantage. Catching the left blade against the tip of his left boot, obviously steel-toed, he drove both his left and right blades into the soldier's chest. He twitched three times before blood started coming out of the corner of his mouth.

Now there was merely one soldier left, and he had a gun. Holding it out he yelled, "Don't move, or I will fire!"

'38' turned and, the colonel thought, was going to surrender. Chavez grinned, "Now for the real test. Wait 'till you see the best part."

'38' merely turned and gave the soldier the 'twin flag salute,' causing him to fire off one shot, aimed perfectly at his target's head.

'38' reacted, faster than any human, and twirled around in a circle, his left blade coming up and making a circle as well. Reaching the 360-degree mark, he outstretched his arm rapidly, and before you could blink, the back of the soldier's head exploded, blood and brain matter scattering all over the floor.

The colonel was dumbstruck. Had he actually just deflected a bullet? He turned to the arms dealer, who was beaming proudly, and spoke, "My God! Did he really just…?"

Chavez's grin grew wider, "I told you he was amazing, did I not? He can do much more than that. His regeneration abilities are amazing. We recommend using him for assassination missions, but that's up for you to decide. So, you want to buy them?"

Domingo Chavez left the island base with a wide smile, without his experiments, his pockets $24 million heavier.