We created him smart, maybe too smart. Whatever we did it sure as hell worked. His intelligence is off the charts, as well as his strength and speed. What do we do now, Mr. Rodim?

"We do more test. Find out his weaknesses and fix them. When we're done, scrap him."

"Kill him sir?"

"I prefer the term put to sleep. He's an animal. Nothing more nothing less."

"Of course, sir"

" Kiyoshi, take him to 304 A, let's see how he plays"

Mr. Rodim stepped heavily down the alabaster hall into the room marked 304 A. Kiyoshi peered at the computers' monitor. A small boy, no more than five was staring directly at him, his cold blue eyes pierced his. The boy had a lime complexion, the color of nothing natural and everything manmade. The ears were the strangest thing about him, long pointed things, more than half of his three foot five height. His hair was battered and matted; its once silver complexion was stained red with blood. Not his own blood though, but blood none the less. Blood also covered the walls of his 8x10 cell. A metal bar went from one side of the room to the next. There was no bed, a toilet however sat in the far left corner of the room, a heavy steel door kept him inside; that was it.

Kiyoshi straightened his white lab coat and brushed a hand over his freshly shaved face. He was twenty at the time; he was still taking classes at The Agency's 'special' training course. As a result of being so young he got stuck watching their newest project. They called it 309/77.5res.09; 7.5 for short, he was fairly obedient, a good kid for the most part.

He pressed an orange button on the keyboard; 7.5's cell door opened and he walked out without being told. Kiyoshi walked out of the room into the hallway and into room 304 A. Mr. Rodim was waiting, rather impatiently if I may add. His polished leather shoes tapped on the black tile floor.

Room 304 A was the size of a small warehouse, and much resembled one on the inside with its steel walls. It was completely empty except for Kiyoshi, Rodim, and 7.5. A pane of unbreakable glass separated Rodim and Kiyoshi from 7.5; after all he was dangerous.

A huge, titanium door opened and a beast stepped through. The beast was golden in color; large jugular-like spots covered its entire body. It had the head of a kangaroo, the body of a two-legged, featherless bird. The underbelly of the animal was completely black. It was quite an ugly creature.

The creature rammed the walls furiously. It bellowed its cry of 'Moo-rark' and body slammed the wall.

"This was the best you could do? Doesn't inspire much confidence." Rodim said in a disappointed tone.

" This was the only creature that was available at the time" Kiyoshi calmly said and started his stopwatch.

Meanwhile the beast had started to charge at 7.5. The kid stood there, arms crossed, with a superior expression on his face. 'This is it?' he thought to himself 'what kind of a pathetic weakling do they talk me for? If only they knew what I was capable of. On second thought, it is best they not know too much.

7.5 dodged before the beast could take him down. It stopped, making deep ruts in the floor with its claws. Quickly it whipped around and charged at 7.5 again. The animal was enraged. It snorted and flung its head as it ran. Foam flowed from its mouth, leaving long lines of the substance on the ground.

'It's over for you.' 7.5 thought. He had stood there too long; the creature had clipped his arm. A tiny cut, no bigger than a paper cut was on his right arm. 7.5 braced himself for impact. The beast hit him at full speed, dragging him several yards before being stopped dead in its tracks.

7.5 held the beasts' jaws shut. It shook its head violently, trying to break free from his hands. The pounding of its feet echoed throughout the room. "Mooooo-warrrrrk!" it squawked loudly through its teeth. Several more 'Moo-rarks' followed, each one louder than the last. The noise almost shattered 7.5's eardrums. If there was one thing he could not tolerate, it was noise. One could say he was paranoid about sound. Whatever he was, he had to stop the creature from crying. The way he figured it, he had two choices. One being that he could let the creature go, resulting in even louder barks; solution two, kill the animal. Solution two sounded more promising. 7.5 prepared for his attack. The eyes of the creature were wide and vulnerable, the perfect place to attack. His claws started to grow, steadily, painfully, until they were the size of knives. Suddenly he thrust his arm into the creatures' eye socket, killing it immediately.

The creature fell to the ground like a brick. Blood leaked out of its head and spread out on the floor. 7.5 had passed the test, again.

Kiyoshi pressed the stop button on his watch. "Three minuets forty five seconds." Kiyoshi said proudly, a cocky smile tattooed itself on his face.

"I'm not impressed Mister Mahayana." Rodim said in a baritone voice. "Twenty million Zeny, and this was the best you could do?"

"Not at all, let me show you the son."