The sound of machines, of computers, filled the white sterile room. A Doctor sat on a chair looking at a screen that displayed numerous graphs, charts and statistics.
"The Project goes very well, beyond even my expectations."
He looked at a specific chart and brought it up on screen for a bigger view. It displayed numbers that rose up in the millions and millions.
"More and more units are being produced. Millions have already been prepared and are ready to be deployed whenever." The man pulled slightly on his puffy mustache and readjusted his goggles.
He turned his chair and faced the giant tube filled with a blue liquid and housing a menacing creature.
He stood up and walked toward it. He then put his hand on the glass as if it were the most precious thing in the world.
Inside housed a humanoid monster. Large and with muscles that could tear a man apart. A large snout graced its face, with sharp and jagged teeth made for ripping and tearing.
"My children are my finest work, all of them. Even the abominations, they all are my children. You and your brothers and sisters though? You are masterpieces." He stated with reverence.
He moved his hand on the smooth glass, each on a specific part of the body. "You are more powerful than anything I've created so far. My master will be pleased with you. Hardened bones and skin, Extendable claws that can go through steel like nothing. With your rapid regeneration, even if you were to be wounded, you would heal up like nothing and feel no different than before. The icing on the cake though, is your near immunity to damage in the first place. Your shock absorption will make it so that most things will simply bounce off."
He smiled. "Just one of you could take on an army and come out nearly unscathed." His smile dropped slightly. "I will admit, I am disappointed that it is only nearly unscathed. My master could never find someone who housed the correct "parts" that would make you truly perfect. I will have to settle for near perfection sadly."
He removed his hand from the tube and walked away out of the room. The door that led out opened automatically.
As the Doctor walked, he contemplated his situation.
His master has an army already, one filled with his masterpieces. He has no need for the "lesser" soldiers that he keeps around. His children know no fear, no pain, they will never retreat and will always follow orders.
As he walked down a dark hallway, he could hear some of his Master's "lesser" soldiers in a room.
They laughed, yelled and whooped in joy as screams from some poor soul they had found during one of their missions were heard. His Master allowed them to have their fun as long as they didn't disappoint him. Some of them were even granted boons if they served him well.
The Doctor shook his head in disgust as he continued to walk. Eventually he reached a catwalk. He stopped and took the moment to revel in his work.
It was a giant facility, deep underground filled with the same tubes as the Doctor had in his office. Millions upon millions of Incubation Pods being tended by autonomous machines that floated up and down the giant facility.
The Doctor felt pride in himself. His master had acquired the finest minds the world had to offer and placed them at his side. They had the finest equipment and tools available at their disposal and they used them to their fullest extent.
He nodded to himself and continued on toward his destination. He reached a large and long hallway that led to a single door, All white and sterile with little light around.
He stopped before the door and took a deep breath. He raised his fist up and proceeded to knock on the door three times, slowly and methodically.
One
A man screamed in pain as a knife dug underneath his skin, cutting and tearing off the flesh as he was skinned alive along with his hands and legs being chopped off with blood flowing like rivers and gore being thrown up in the air along with a hot brand searing into his forehead. The scum of the earth, monsters in the form of men and women all yelled and screamed in joy as they cut and chopped, making it a chorus of pain and pleasure.
Two
Deep beneath the facility held the abominations, who howled, growled and screamed, all wanting to be let out. They scratched at the doors and climbed on top of eachother in an attempt to break free and tear apart the world above them.
Three
A young man walked to school by himself. With white hair and purple eyes with bags underneath them darting around at everything he passed while keeping his books close to his chest. His mind harboring a deep and dark secret with voices that constantly claw and attempt to rip apart the shroud on his mind.
The doctor let his hand drop to his side as he finished. With a dead silence that covered everything, nothing happened for a few seconds before the door slammed open in front of him.
A figure sat in a chair in a large and empty room. The figure faced a large glass window that oversaw the entire facility. On the right side of the chair was a small wooden table with whiskey glass and a nearby bottle.
He walked up to the figure but stopped when a hand rose up, signaling for him to halt. The doctor bowed deeply and when the hand dropped he rose up.
"My Lord-" The doctor said after a few seconds. "The Horde is ready to be deployed at any moment that you wish. The Abominations simply await your target." The doctor spoke.
A deep and authoritarian voice responded. "Good."
The Doctor hesitated a moment before continuing. "My Lord, why did you have the Horde created? They are mindless and bloodthirsty, barely controllable. The last trial I ran ended in a massacre, over a thousand were killed. My newest children are much better than they are. Even the "Lesser" soldiers are more controllable than they are."
"I have told you once before. Their purpose is to be as destructive as possible. They will be used to overwhelm lines and fortifications with pure numbers and devastation. Your other "children" and the "Lesser" soldiers as you constantly keep referring to them will be there to clean up what's left, or be used in other places."
The man on the chair slightly turned to the right, allowing the man to see the doctor. His red eyes were visible and angry.
"If I wanted your opinion, Doctor, I would have asked for it. I did not. Remember your place."
He turned back to face the glass window. "Is that all you have for me?"
"Your apprentice and his group are ready to be sent to Tartarus whenever you wish, my Lord."
"Good. Is that all?" The man replied.
"Yes, my Lord. That is all."
The man raised his hand, signaling for the doctor to leave. The doctor bowed once more and left the room, leaving the man alone once more.
This is it then. The time is nearly here. Decades of planning have come to this moment.
The man contemplated his apprentice's little "group". They've been growing bigger and bigger, filling their ranks with the vilest and most terrible scum that his apprentice could find. They will be good for keeping the people scared and defenseless.
He is glad that managed to rid his apprentice of his more "childish" tendencies. He even thought of killing him and finding a new apprentice if he did not mature.
The man grabbed the whiskey bottle and filled up the nearby glass. He put the bottle down and started to sip on his drink, thinking more.
That group of terrorists will make a fine vanguard for my arrival. They will soften up the country for me.
He looked down at his army that he has been preparing for nearly three centuries.
The end of the world is nigh,
And I will drown it in a sea of blood.