Chapter 4:

Inhuman extermination plans

The room was darkly lit and so large it took up the entire 100th floor of the Bio Corp head office, and she liked it that way. The Floor was carpeted in thick, furry animal fur, the fur of almost every endangered animal on earth. She stood alone in the room wearing a very expensive, black dress suit with long hair draped over her shoulders. She was of average height for a woman, with tight, sharp facial fetchers, and long black, silk like hair that held s dyed red streak through the middle. She was a sight that made men gape in awe and women glare at with hate and envy. She looked stunning and she used it to her every advantage. The room that she stood in was empty aside from the lone, large desk sitting at the far end, opposite the lone elevator entrance. The entire far wall behind the desk was a window that was sold black except for the thin two inch shafts of light on both the top and bottom to the window that provided the only light in the room.

The elevator doors opened with a distant ding of a bell. A short made, bold man wearing thick rim glasses and rankled blue dress suit stumbled into the room with his arms full of files and papers, many of which were falling out of his arms and laying scattered across the floor. The women sat down behind the desk and waited for the stumbling man to reach her, she sat back in her over sized leather chair and inner lased her fingers. "I am so sorry about this Mama

but I have some important news to inform you about." The man said in a rather unsteady voice.

"Continue." Said the women in a tone that showed her curiosity about the matter.

"One of our Cameras in Restricted Zone Alpha 537 has picked up footage of a new possible threat." The man continued. The women stiffened with annoyance and her tone became aggravated as she answered.

"I don't want to hear any more about the Banshee Project, it only worked on that one girl and nothing more." The man grew pale and after a moment he replied in a tone of fear.

"The Banshee Project was killed and the new subject is still alive and it's not human." The Women's eye widened and her eye brows rose.

"Really, tell me more." She said in a tone that hid none of her excitement, of curiosity.

The man took a deep breath and continued. "The new subject appears to be male, tall and thin, but seems to have the ability to heal at an unprecedented rate from normally fetal wounds, as well as shape shift and produce a kind of energy we have never seen before and harness it as a weapon."

"This is very good, very good. Try and get me some its DNA for testing, and cloning. I must have it under my control." The women said with delight that seemed almost evil.

"Yes mama, but I hope you know that there is a Rebellion fight going on in that area, and we have squad in there. Should we pull them out?"The man asked but the woman was already answering his question before he had finished saying it.

"No, leave the squad there, if this thing is good enough to kill the Banshee I need to see what it's fully capable of."

"YES mama."

And with that final line the man rushed out of the room.

I had made it to the main room with the charismas tree before I fell into unconsciousness. I know what you are thinking that I am almost invincible, but that's wrong. If I am shot enough, decapitated, detonated, or stabled with Iron I will die. While healing and incautious I dreamt of my past. I was walking to the orphanage from the library. I was in a dark, damp ally when they came.

I was thirteen hand was still adapting to my new features, race and the fact that I was not human, I had not yet learned about the eldritch power lased deep with in my soul. I was about half way through the ally when five outlined figures stood, blocking my way. I could not see who they were because of the sun setting right behind them, but I could tell by their out lines that they were not to be messed with. I turned around and found that I was boxed in.

I turned around franticly again hoping that this was just a dream but it was not, this was all real and I was going to be dead soon.

"well, well look who we have here. A lonely seventh grader walking through our turf." Came a gruff voice behind me. I turned slowly to find a familiar face looking down upon me. He was seventeen year old boy, with a strong square chin, small beady eyes, and a row of piercings running down the left side of his face. I knew him like many people as the big, tuff, scary guy called Train. I swallowed hard and tried to keep my cool even though I felt like a cornered dog. "Hi Train" I said in a nervous voice. "Is there any thing I can do to help you." I continued while trying to keep the fear out of my voice.

"Why yes there is something you can do for me. You can take a beating for wandering into my turf and cus I hate the way you are looking at me." Train said in a tone that sent a shiver down my spine and with a smile that turned my stomach inside out. I took a step back in fear trying to stay out of his reach for as long as I could.

There was a moment of strange silence when on one moved and it felt like time had just stopped. I thought that maybe the universe had given me a reprieve from getting beaten but then Train charged me. I throw myself to the side, bashing my shoulder into the hard brick wall in the posses. Train flew right by me, catching him self before he hit the group of his friends on the far end of the ally. I coat my self from falling to the ground but the pain in my shoulder unbearable to say the least. Train turned back to face me, as he did so I braised myself for another charge but instead he walk up to me at a slow trot. I slid back against the wall as far as I could before I reached the wall of people. On of the people that prevented my retreat shoved me toward Train, I fell flat on the ground at Trains feet. I began to pull myself up when Train kicked me in the ribs; the pain was intolerable, the air leaping from my lungs as I hit the concrete ground once more. Train picked me up by the back of my shirt, lifting me to look face to face with the giant of a figure. His other hand clenched into a fist and at that moment I knew what was going to happen and I did not like it at all.

There was a blur of motion and then I hit the ground in a massy fog, curled in a ball on the cold, hard earth, clutching my . There was laughter from above me and on either side. Train turned around to face some of is friends and that was when it happened, the pain left my body, replaced by a burning hate. I stood up slowly rising to my feet, head held low, heat seemed to radiate from me, making the air around me shimmer. I raise my arms out slowly to either side of me, fingers splayed.

One of the on looker noticed me rising and said "Hay Train looks like the shrimp is looking for some more beating!" "YA! Give it to him!" yelled another. "Let's see some blood this time Train!" shouted another. Train turned around with a smile that would have made any one shutter… Well any one but me at that moment. He walked back up to me at a brisk walk. "SO you think your tougher then me, you little piece of crap! Well let's see how tough you really are as a grease stain on the pavement!" he said as he strolled up to me.

The wind picked up around me making my hair and clothes flutter wildly. "You pick on any one smaller then you so that you look cool to your friends. That is sad and pathetic. But you picked the wrong kid to pick on because now I will show you the meaning of suffering" I said in a calm tone that scared even me. I had no control over my body, it felt like a reflex like twitching or blinking. I suddenly raised up off the ground flouting there for a moment before Train decided to try and punch me. His face was a twisted combination of confutation, fear, hate, rage, and abhor. He through his whole body in behind the punch, aiming it at my head. But neither he nor I could have expected what came next, my body burst into purple flames, covering me head to toe. He yelped in pain and jumped back before he could even hit me. His hand was badly burned but I looked more insufferably mad then in pain. There was a long moment of silence that seemed to last eternity before all hell broke loose. Every one either charged at me of turned and ran for their lives as if hell its self was hot on their heels. This only shows the most basic of human instincts the fight of flight when something they don't understand comes from out of the blue.

I raised my hand up in front of me palms out, fire balls of purple energy began to fly out from my hands and hit every thing in front of me both charging and fleeing. Each person fell when hit by one of my blasts of flame and did not get up, each had a large burn mark on their backs or chests that was the exact shape and size of the blasts that I seemed to throw.

That was my first encounter with the Eldritch magic that I held deep with in. I spent all of my free time after that moment practicing with this new power, I learned how to shape it into weapons, balls of fire, a cone of energy, a beam that would bounce from target to target, and more. After A long time my powers changed and turned from purple to green and that meant that my attacks would become more potent, and gave me access to new Eldritch forms like Eldritch ink; a form of Eldritch magic that is liquid and is used to melt through many different things. And as for the dead bodies that were found in the ally by the cops, a company called Bio corp. took all the blame claiming that a new experimental weapon had been stolen and the killer had been captured.