Titan
Dr. Abel Wynn marvelled at the creature that lay before. Suspended on its bulky steel cross wispy chilled smoke snaked around the titan, it looked almost human, almost. It was in fact far larger than any human being, at over 7 ft tall and weighing around half a ton it had an air of foreboding doom encompassed it. It had once been a human but Wynn and his team of researchers had turned it something more, a beast that wielded a destructive and unstoppable force. It's skin had been warped to murky teal wrapped around sets of huge rippling muscles, red throbbing veins threaded themselves around it's structure leading down into metacarpus's that extended to feet long razor sharp talons.
It was far from perfection however.
In the cold metallic circular room were the titan was being held were a dozen heavily armoured guards and .50cal stationary weapons suspended from the ceiling, they were there to protect the researchers and VIPs from the threat they had welcomed with open arms.
The creature was strapped down with titanium locks and fixed into position with steel chains wrapped around its limbs which were fastened onto steel bulkheads which when told would send 10,000 volts of electricity thundering down the chains and directly into the monster.
If it even twitched in the wrong direction it'll be vaporised by the sheer amount of firepower.
Abel cursed, it tore him apart inside to see his beloved creation chained to a cross like this, his creation was something to be free and enjoy the havoc it will evoke. But tonight the wait we would be over and finally Abel could prove how ineffective the Tyrant and Nemesis units were in comparison to B.O.W. Unit 038; Wynn despised calling it by its serial name so he had chosen a name he felt suited it Deucalion.
In Greek mythology Deucalion was the son of Prometheus and Clymene. When Zeus punished humankind for their lack of respect by sending the deluge, Deucalion and his wife Pyrrha were the sole survivors. They were saved because of their piety. Prometheus advised his son to build an ark and they survived by staying on the boat.
When they were finally able to get back on land they gave thank offerings to Zeus and consulted the oracle of Themis how they might replenish the earth with humans once again. They were told to throw the bones of their mother behind their shoulder and the human race would reappear. Since the mother of all is Earth, they threw stones and reformed the human race. The stones thrown by Pyrrha became women; those thrown by Deucalion became men.
Abel felt the monster suited Deucalion because his creature would rebuild the world but not what it used to be but into an image of paradise.
"D-d—doctor Wynn?" Abel's thoughts were ambushed by one of his assistants. Abel turned to see Jason Hart, a simple worker who was only good for collecting and organizing documents the man had stutter and sometimes bungled up his sentences.
"What is it?" Abel could physically see the man shake slightly from his words. Good he thought to himself, fear is an excellent motivator.
"Th-h-h-is memo-o-o j-just arrived," Jason handed Abel a piece of word processed paper, Wynn began to read it.
TO: Dr. Abel Wynn
FROM: Jacob Rhymes
RE: Problems with the Guinea Pigs
Abel I'm sorry to report but it seems one of the Guinea Pigs committed suicide today in his cell, he used a spoon from Lunch to gouge out his Jugular. Grisly stuff. Anyway we might have to postpone tonight's test run unless we can come up with another specimen, but I need your permission to go on another Hunt.
Please Respond ASAP.
God Damn it Abel thought to himself we don't have time to go and get another Specimen. Abel drew a piece of scrap paper from his lab coat and quickly scribbled on it:
Here's the replacement specimen.
"Hart I want you personally to run this to Commander Rhymes," Abel folded the note with a cruel grin and handed it to Jason.
"Ye-e-es Do-o-octor," Jason replied trying not to make contact with Abel's dark eyes, he turned and walk quickly towards the exit.
What a pity Abel thought to himself. Wynn decided he had used enough of his time to admire Deucalion, there were more pressing matters at hand and if Abel were to play host at the games tonight he should check everything is prepared and ready to go.
Project Deucalion would be a success even if Abel had to die for it.