Prologue
Greetings human reader. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is KT-456, a cybernetic organism from the distant year 3258. To put it into more common terms, human flesh over mechanical endoframe. However, my nickname and alias has always been Biohazard. I was built for extreme combat on the front lines. For the first 14 years of my life I was brought up in the military, heading a squad of machines like me. After being the leader of this squad for a while, most humans would say that I had what they call a "soul". The characteristics that I exhibited were "Never seen before independently". As a result, I was assigned to travel 2,152 years back to the year 2006 to assist a group of gifted teenagers. I studied the primitive year for a few months and was sent back. This is my story.
THE BIOHAZARD CHRONICLES
After 10 years of combat training, thousands of simulations, millions of battles, and one hell of a study period I was finally in the elevator. The tower was shaped like a T, a cartoony representation of the inhabitants. I was wearing a pair of black slacks, a white business shirt, a black sports jacket, a black tie, and a pair of shades. I sighed. The small light came on in the elevator. I picked up a few cases and the door slid open. There, I found myself staring at five people my age. Well, 4 people, one Tamaranean. The first, wearing a black mask, a green cape, and a tight suit consisting of yellow, red, green, and black, was definitely a human, although according to what I'd read he had no outstanding abilities that a human being couldn't obtain. The second, a female, had an abnormal grey skin color and wore a hooded cape and black leotard. Around her waist was a golden chain belt with embedded rubies. She had telekinetic powers, as I came to understand. The third was apparently, prior to current time, human. However, he was made up primarily of model DX-103 cybernetics. An accident made it impossible to live without support, so doctors used the experimental pieces to give him that support. The fourth had abnormal green skin and sharpened ears. He was born with the ability to rearrange his DNA in order to change form. The fifth and last was a Tamaranean girl. She was, like all Tamaraneans, given the ability to fire bolts of superheated plasma from her hands. So we stood for a moment, staring.
"Greetings," I said.
"Uh, hi," The first one, Robin, said.
"My name is KT-456," I explained, "If you'd prefer, you may call me by my alias, Biohazard."
"Welcome to the year 2006 Biohazard!" The Tamaranean girl, Starfire, said.
"That's a lot of cases," said Cyborg, the cybernetic human, "Need some help?"
"That would be very nice, thank you," I said. I set down the cases I was holding.
"So, Biohazard," Robin said, "What can you do?"
"Ah. Excellent question," I said. I pulled a switch blade out and began to run it around my right index finger. Then I carefully pulled the tissue away, revealing the metal framing underneath. The shock was apparently very dramatic. "I am a cybernetic organism. I have a superior strength and knowledge compared to the typical human."
"Doesn't that hurt?" The green one, Beast Boy asked.
"No," I said, "The tissue has no pain receptors." I placed the finger tissue back on my hand, "The tissue will heal up. Is there a room for me?"
"Yeah," Cyborg said, "I'll show you where it is." He picked up the last few cases and walked me down the hall.
"So, Cyborg," I said, "I read all about the accident. I knew another human that got in a similar accident."
"Really?" Cyborg said, "What happened to him?"
"He died," I said, "I think it's amazing that you survived that."
"I don't remember a whole lot about it," he said, "I just remember the sound the explosion made. Even though they told me I was awake for while, I don't remember anything after the noise."
"Fascinating," I said.
"This is it," Cyborg said, turning and stepping into a room on the left. He opened the door for me. The room was painted a dark blue. It was constructed like a box, except for the rounded upper right corner. The rounded corner had a large window that had automated moving blinds. "Sorry about the, ya know, emptiness. We didn't know if you needed anything."
"No, actually, I'm glad you didn't fill the room. I brought my own supplies," I said, "You can set the cases down; I'll take it from here." Cyborg set them down. I knelt by the small one and took out the cube.
"What's that?" Cyborg asked.
"It's a storage cube. It can contain several items in a space only 6x6 inches," I explained. I pressed the small blue key on the side and set it down, "Stand back." The cube then spat out a computer, a couch, a 72 inch TV, a rolling chair, a few pieces of lab equipment, a stereo system, a desk, and a square metal pod, used for traveling time. I started to organize the room.
"Shit," Cyborg said, "What year did you say you were from?"
"The year 3258," I said.
"Wow" he said, "What's it like there?"
"Let me just say this," I said, "Take a long, good look at this city. It won't always be this way."
"What do you mean?" Cyborg asked.
"In the year 2167, there was a terrible disaster. A small meteorite crashed just south of this city, New York. When I say it was a small meteorite, don't underestimate that. It had the effect of a nuke. The blast wave ripped through, leveling New York and killing almost everyone living there. Of the entire population of New York, only about 100 or 150 survived. The lucky ones walked away, but sadly most had lost their families. It was the worst tragedy to befall the earth," I explained.
"Sounds like it," Cyborg said.
"It took nearly 1 millennium, but they rebuilt it," I said. "But for that entire millennium, there was no New York." By the time my story was finished, I was done setting up. The room looked nice, at least I thought so. I hooked up the TV. "You know we have a TV like, 100 feet high in the living room, right?" he said.
"So I noticed," I said, "But I like having a personal TV." There was a brief pause. I knelt down and started unpacking cases. I pulled out some of my arsenal.
"Dude, that's some serious firepower," he said, looking particularly at the chaingun.
"My life is dangerous," I explained. "I always come prepared." I took the dual pistols I had, loaded them, and tucked them into the holsters inside my jacket. "I suppose that's it for now," I said. I slid the remaining cases against the wall and slumped onto my couch. "I hate moving."
"Aw, don't sweat it," Cyborg said, "You'll get used to it real quick."
"I guess so," I said.
"Anything you want?" Cyborg asked me.
"I'll be alright for a while," I said, "But thank you." He patted me on the shoulder.
"See ya later," he said, and he left. I opened a case and unpacked a PlayStation 2. I got it as a gift from my friends before I left. They came to this time period, of course, to get it. They're impossible to obtain where I come from. I hooked it up to the TV and put in my gift game, Jaws Unleashed. My favorite movie has always been Spielberg's 1975 classic, Jaws. So it was only natural that my friends would find me a game about Jaws. I pressed the power button.
I don't know how long it was that I was playing before the Tamaranean girl walked in. Using the massive shark's head I smashed in a piece of glass between me and a few college students. I smashed through and water filled the room they were. I rushed in and devoured the boy quickly. I snapped at the young girl, but she managed to avoid me and got onto dry land.
"SHIT!" I grunted, pounding the couch arm.
"What is this?" Someone said from behind me. I paused the game and turned my head. It was the Tamaranean.
"Jaws Unleashed," I said, "What are you doing in here?"
"I heard you shout a few things and I decided to investigate," she explained.
"How long have you been in here?" I asked.
"Approximately an hour," she said.
"Oh," I said. I admit that I was a bit embarrassed, but somehow I could tell that she didn't mind. "I forgot, what was your name?"
"I am Starfire," she said. I shook her hand.
"Take a seat Starfire," I said. I unpaused as she sat down and I swam back out the hole in the wall.
"I do not understand. Is 'Jaws' the shark?" she asked.
"Yeah," I said, "you never saw the movie?" I paused the game again.
"I am afraid not," she said.
"Alright, let me explain," I said, "The movie is about a 25 foot 3 ton shark that terrorizes the small island community of Amity. The mayor of the town is bent on beaches staying open."
"Why? What about the safety of the population?" she asked.
"The island strongly relies on the money that summer visitors bring in," I explained, "Anyway, the 4th of July comes around and another violent attack occurs, and the shark nearly kills the son of the police chief. As a result, beaches are closed and the mayor hires a fisherman to kill the shark. In the end the shark is destroyed and Amity is safe." Starfire clapped. I guess she's easily excited. "Anyway, in the game you take on the role of the Great White shark and terrorize Amity again 50 years after that." She nodded. I unpaused the game again and swam back out to the open water. I was hoping to catch an unsuspecting swimmer by the docks. Unfortunately my recent terrorizing had driven everyone out of the water. The shark's fin broke the water and skimmed gently across the surface. I spotted a person standing on bridge, but the bridge had no stilts to knock down. I paused yet again and slumped back.
"Is something wrong?" she asked.
"Nah, I'm just a little tired," I said. I reached into the open case to my left and pulled out a DVD. It was Jaws. "You want to see the movie?" I asked her.
"I would be most delighted!" she said.
Starfire was hooked from beginning to end. When the fin appeared, she gasped. When the shark got someone, she cried out. And when the shark exploded, she cheered. I guess she was a very vocal and reactive person. I liked her already. When the credits rolled, she spoke.
"Let us go and 'hang out' with the others! I shall fetch the carbonated flavor water," she said. And in an instant she was out the door.
"Sweet kid," I said to myself, and I followed her.
The room was silent and lit only by the sunlight coming through the automated blinds. Then there was a disturbance. There was a breeze, light and gentle. Then the electric bolts. They flashed here and there, never hitting anything except the walls. Then a flash, and suddenly there was someone there. He was a tall person, probably about 16, and he wore blue trucker jumpsuit. He looked around. No one was there. But he had a goal, and he was going to stick to it. He was going to wait.
I fit in a little better than I had expected I would. That was strange because I'd never really fit in anywhere. I guess I was surprised. They told me about their lives, I told them about mine. They'd never met a soldier before, so I guess all of the things I was telling them were strange and alien. Same for me, though. I had never had a Coke before, and I must have drunk 9 of them.
"Aren't you full yet?" Robin asked.
"No," I said, opening a tenth. "I've never had soda in my life. It's like a drug."
"Never?" Beast boy asked. I nodded. I checked my watch and realized that it was getting late.
"If you'll excuse me I have a bit of work to do," I said, "A little setting up to do. Thanks for the soda." I stood and started for my room.
I sat down and booted up the computer. I had a few programs to install. It was the first time this computer would start, so it was going to take a little while to boot. I sat back and looked around. The room was very well proportioned; all of my other equipment would fit perfectly. I was turning back to the computer when I notices a large black burnt spot on the wall just left of it. I reached forward and rubbed the area. Little bits of ash fell away. I examined it and realized it was from an electrical discharge. It was clear that it didn't come from my computer. Then it hit me. The electrical discharge had come from a timeflash. Someone was in this room, and he didn't want to be seen. I stood up and craned my head around slowly. That's when I felt it. It was just a feeling, but I knew that someone was behind me. I turned around and backrolled away. He must have been ready to jump me, but I guess some things never work out the way they should. Knowing that he wouldn't answer any of my questions, I did another backroll and took a glass case from inside a metal case. Inside the glass was a kitana. I threw it in the air and roundhouse kicked it. The blade flipped like a chopper blade. I thrust my hand forward and seized the grip. Then, after all of that, I made a stupid move. I bolted forward and slashed his right arm off at the shoulder. He grunted and reached for the place where his arm used to be. I quickly cut off his other arm while he wasn't looking and comet punched him in the stomach. He went down real quick. That's when I looked down at his arms and realized they weren't arms anymore. They were puddles of a silver liquid, like mercury. Then the puddles slid forward and into the place where his arms had been. Then I witnessed them regrow. He leapt to his feet, grinned viciously, and then he hit me. At first I wasn't sure what had happened. Then I realized that he had cut me 5 times across the face. Somehow, he had made his fingertips into blades. He slashed my face back and forth a few times and then punched me in the stomach. The force caused me to double over and I couldn't move. Then he pulled me up and he sucker kicked me so hard that I went flying and hit the wall. I had dropped the kitana. He started coming for me. I pulled out a butterfly magnum and shot 3 rounds at him. Each time he jerked back, but he didn't stop. In each place he had been shot, there was an enormous dent filled with the shiny silver liquid. They sealed up pretty quickly. I realized at that moment the simple truth. I couldn't kill him with any of my weapons. Just as he got to me, I scissor kicked him. I piston-punched him in the face, and he went down. He tried to trip me, but I roll-flipped over him and landed. He leapt to his feet and kicked me. I jumped in the air and guillotine kicked him. He was dazed for a moment. I threw another comet-punch and he hit the wall with force that rocked the room. I ran forward to try and double-end kick him, but he grabbed me and began to smash my body against different surfaces. I became utterly confused. Then I suddenly found myself flying through the air again. I hit a surface, broke through it, and finally stopped. I hit the ground. I struggled to stand, but I couldn't. Then I felt myself being dragged. I thought for sure he had me. And then I stopped. Nothing else happened. I tried hard to open my eyes and came to the realization that I was in the main room. The titans had gotten me clear of him. I fluttered back to full consciousness.
"He's alive," I heard Raven say. I sat up.
"What happened, man?" Cyborg asked.
"I don't know," I said. "I sat down to boot my computer and I noticed a burn mark on the wall. I knew that someone had gotten into my room through a time flash. Then I saw this person. He was apparently trying to assassinate me, so I took a display sword and cut his arm off. But he just regrew it. He's made of some kind of liquid metal. He and I fought, he won, and then I regained consciousness here."
"We didn't see anyone," Robin said.
"Well I didn't just imagine this guy," I said, "There's someone in this tower and I don't know who he is or why he's trying to kill me, but all I know is that I shot this thing 3 times with a goddamn magnum and it didn't do a thing. I don't know how to kill him." That was when the worst happened. The liquid metal man dropped down behind Robin and I saw a blade erupt from just below Robin's center ribcage. Robin made a coughing noise and the blade was pulled from him. He fell down and hit the ground hard. Then I saw his hand. He wasn't holding the blade. His hand was the blade. I watched as it regained a flesh tone and became a hand again. Then Cyborg right-hooked the assassin, and he spiraled down the room and hit the ground. Raven chanted some words over Robin and his wound cleared up. Starfire shot at him with her heated plasma bolts, but they just dented him slightly. Beast Boy became a boar and tried to ram him. But just as he gained contact, the metal being grabbed his tusks and hurled him into a distant wall. Beast boy changed back to his form and hit the ground, unconscious. Cyborg tried to throw a punch, but this time the metal man grabbed his fist.
"This is not your fight," He growled. And then he pulled Cyborg forward and cracked heads with him. Cyborg went down. Just as Robin stumbled to his feet, he pulled out a weapon of some sort.
"Wait," I said, "It's me he wants to kill." I took a step forward. "If it's me you want," I said, "Then come and get me." He threw a punch, but I grabbed his fist and double-end kicked him. Then I cracked his arm backwards and sucker-punched him. He hit the ground. I looked back, "Get Beast boy and Cyborg out of here," I said. The Metal man got up, cracked his arm back into place, and threw a kick. I blocked it. Then, as if a spell were broken, the other titans ran to get the other 2 out of the way. Metal man took a swing and this time he hit me. The punch dazed me for a moment and he punched me in the stomach. I heard him snicker as he threw me again. I hit a glass coffee table and it shattered. I got to my feet rush punched him. The force drove him into a wall, literally leaving a mark in the shape of his body. He pulled himself free. Now he meant business. He punched into the wall and took a pipe from inside. He broke it off, making a double edged weapon. He threw it perfectly and it ripped into me and became jammed. While I was dazed, he ran forward and began rapidly punching me like a machine gun. The power was incredible. I was so dazed from it that he reached into my jacket and took a gun from me. He held it to my head. He tilted his head, and seemed almost amused. Then he began firing. The flesh on my face began to fly off, revealing the metal endoskull underneath. Then he ripped the pipe from me, threw me to the ground face down, and jammed the pipe through me again. Then there was blackness.
The titans watched as the assassin stood and looked what appeared to be a watch. He smiled and kicked Biohazard's lifeless body. A spark was set off in Starfire, and flew furiously towards the assassin. She threw a few punches and shot at him with plasma. She grunted and roared, tears streaming down her face.
"STARFIRE, NO!" Robin cried, running for her. The assassin was undaunted by the girl, though. He took her arm and broke it, then grabbed her throat.
"I'm curious," he said. His voice was deep. "Did you think after watching him die that you could kill me?" Robin threw a punch, but the machine didn't even flinch. Robin recoiled for a moment, then tried to pry Starfire free. The other titans, all conscious, realized Robin needed help and ran to his aid.
Suddenly I was awake again. Power had been rerouted from several unused sensors to my movement. I stood up, ripping the pipe from my chest and throwing it. I brushed myself off. Then I saw him again. He had Starfire by the throat. I knew that if I ran to her rescue now I might jeopardize everyone again. I couldn't do that. I ran quietly to my room.
Time was running out for Starfire. She started to lose consciousness. Cyborg took the metal man with both hands.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," he said. He held up one hand. From random spots on his hand, spikes of metal began to form. It was like an iron maiden. Cyborg pretended to cool, then threw an incredible punch. It was too fast and too unexpected for the metal man to have caught. He dropped Starfire and went spiraling down the room. Cyborg picked her up.
"She's really hurt," he said. The metal man stood up again. He'd had enough. His hands both became sword-like blades and he charged. If they wouldn't let him leave, he would have to kill them. Then suddenly, he was hit from the side. The rapid sound of gunfire punctuated the moment, and he flew to the side, smashing an end table. Everyone turned. Biohazard stood, chaingun in hand, and his sports jacket was gone, revealing all of his weapons. He had 2 shotguns across his back.
"Hey pal, I'm not through with you yet," said Biohazard. The assassin was to his feet.
The assassin ran towards me. I fired the chain gun, but it only slowed him a bit. I dropped it and took a riot shotgun. He threw a punch, but I blocked it. I star-kicked him and he stumbled back. I held the shotgun to his head and fired. His head and upper half split in two, and he made an ugly noise like metal screeching. Apparently couldn't see. He stumbled around, arms out to his sides. I took him by one half of his head and threw him into the door. He broke it and hit the ground hard. He stood and his head halves slid back together. I dropped the shotgun and wall-kicked him in the face. He spun in a circle once and tried to regain his conscious. Then, as I threw a punch, he grabbed my arm and twisted it behind my back. I looked back and did a Ferris wheel kick. He was stunned and I pulled my arm from him. I did a spin sidestep and grabbed his head and twisted it all the way around. Then I smashed my head against his and threw him to the ground. He was quite disorientated at this point. I realized that this fight could go on forever. I needed to find a way to end it. I grabbed his arm and tossed him down the hall. He stumbled to his feet and raised his fists. I tried to roundhouse kick him, but he caught my leg and smashed my body against the wall. I quickly became reoriented and comet punched him. He smashed through the door to my room and skidded across the floor, bringing the carpet up with him. Then it occurred to me. He was made of a liquid, and I had a few containers of liquid nitrogen for autopsies. If I could spray him with it, He'd shatter like glass. He stood up and picked up the Kitana that I had dropped and swiped at me. I dodged it the first time. Then he drove the sword through my arm and rushed the sword through the wall. I was pinned. He took a combat knife from his suit and rammed it through my other arm. He turned away from me as I struggled to free myself. He had done a good job of making sure I couldn't free myself. He went into one of my bags and took a strong explosive from it. Then walked back over to me, started the sequence, and tucked it in my pocket.
"Alright, you win," I said, "Just tell me why you want to kill me."
"I was instructed to," he replied.
"By who?" I demanded.
"Mr. Re-," he began, but a bolt of plasma cut him off. Starfire stood, bone healed, by the door. "Bad move, child," he said. I pulled one arm free and used it to pull the sword out. I took the sword and shoved his throat to it. "Ooh, intimidating," he said. He slid his neck right through the sword and right-hooked me. Conveniently, I landed next to the cases of liquid nitro.
"Starfire, get clear!" I shouted. She leapt back as I popped the neck of the tank and sprayed the killer with it. There was just a cloud of freezing air around him, and then it cleared, revealing his frozen body. I ripped his head off, moved back, wound up, and lobbed his severed head into his body, shattering it. "Justitia est commodatum," I said. I took a storage cube and it absorbed all of the pieces. Storage cubes keep each item in the temperature that it began in, which is helpful for people packing frozen meat. Or frozen assassins. I placed the cube in a bag. I looked up and found that the titans were all standing in the room.
"So, mind explaining?" Robin said, arms crossed.
"I told you all I know," I said. "Are you accusing me of something?"
"Yeah Robin, what gives?" Cyborg inquired.
"It wasn't Biohazard's fault. This thing was trying to kill him, not us," Raven said.
"You knew coming here was dangerous. You packed a chaingun," Robin said.
"All of us live in constant danger," I said, "Besides, I like that gun." I knew then that Robin and I would never get along. Maybe he was afraid of me, as if I was going to replace him. Or maybe it was because I came in and somehow I reaped him of something. Like a crown. Whatever it was, I knew that this wouldn't be the last time he tried to put me on the spot.
"Alright, alright," he said, "Being stabbed wasn't exactly something I'm used to."
"Fair enough," I said.
"Coke anyone?" Beast Boy asked.
So that was my first day. I suppose it was a little more than I'd bargained for, but my life's like that. Yeah. Things are gonna be just fine...