• “Those who seek absolute power, even though they seek it to do what they regard as good, are simply demanding the right to enforce their own version of heaven on earth. And let me remind you, they are the very ones who always create the most hellish tyrannies. Absolute power does corrupt, and those who seek it must be suspect and must be opposed…”
    -Barry Goldwater

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    The Year is 2059. Many scientists of that year called it the Breakthrough Era; for the first time, scientists could finally break down all parts of a DNA sample as well as alter it. With this breakthrough, select scientists had been chosen to create a “perfect being” or to be more precise the perfect soldier. To achieve this goal, this special team of scientists has to be able to change the DNA of a live subject to enhance the physical attributes of the specimen. Now, let’s begin with how all this went so horribly wrong.

    Prologue

    March 29, 2059 – Area 51, United States

    A fully restored crimson 2008 Dodge Viper races up into an abandoned air field; a fair-haired man in a dark suit is driving the Viper, and on the passenger seat are two brief cases. One brief case carried samples of animal DNA and syringes that carried a strange thick purple chemical. The other case contains strapped electricity inducer guns, which would normally be used to keep unruly animals in line.

    The Viper drives up into one of the hangers on the airfield. The man parks the car, and starts to make his way towards an ancient door when he encounters his main assistant, Laura Simons. The two walk towards to their lab in complete silence, other than the sound of their footfalls during each step. As soon as they’re a couple of steps away from the door, it screeches open from the rust of disuse for about 50 years. As soon the doors close Laura finally speaks.

    “Have you brought everything?” Laura asked.

    “Of course, when have I not brought everything I needed?” The man chuckled.

    “Now is not the time to joke Clarke” remarked Laura, “It’s bad enough that you drove so recklessly on the way here. We’re supposed to be very discreet while we’re on this project, remember?”

    “Yeah, yeah, I know Laura.” The man joked, “You have to lighten up Laura, this is a big project, but it doesn’t mean we have to so uptight all the time.”

    “I guess you’re right, but we still need to be very careful with what we’re dealing with.” Replied Laura while glancing at some of the rusted out test tubes, “We absolutely cannot underestimate the consequences of what may happen if something should go terribly wrong.”

    “All the more reason why we can’t get too uptight, it brings stress to one’s mind and causes one to over process what he or she was doing, thus, allowing problems to occur at a much faster rate than a person taking it easy at his or her own pace.” Clarke preached, “You have to remember the government gave us the liberty of not putting a dead line for this project, all we have to do is give them progress reports so they know what’s going on.”

    The two scientists continue to walk through the old laboratory, to what seems to be a fairly new steel pressure door in the back area of the lab. Clarke presses his hand onto a scanner, and the door slowly opens into another lab, except this time nothing there was old or sand worn from the desert storms. Clarke and Laura make their way towards a table where an ugly brown, yet dead, bull frog lay on a stainless steel tray. The key to this part of the project was to have the ability to re-animate the deceased into fully able soldiers so living people could stay home with their loved ones when war arises. Regeneration and Intelligence are also key, as to if something should critically hit a soldier, the flesh will instantly heal over, and so that the corpses can execute complex battle strategies. Clarke sets down his brief cases, and opens one of them to take out one of the DNA samples, and an empty syringe.

    “Say, Laura, what would you say if I could abduct you and take you to a movie with me when we’re done for the day?” Clarke grinned. He injects the DNA sample into the frog, and then injects it with one of the syringes with the purple chemical. He, then, places the frog into a bullet-proof glass container (as much to keep the creature inside, rather than it breaking).

    “Well, I would kick and scream at you until you admit you love me.” Laura smiled.

    “How about we skip the kicking and screaming,” Clarke replied approaching Laura from behind, “And let me say that I really love you”. As Laura turns around, Clarke sweeps her off her feet and kisses her.

    “Well now, I guess that’s evidence enough for me to go quietly.” Laura blushes. After a few minutes Clarke and Laura staring eye to eye like Romeo and Juliet, they get back to working on their project. It wasn’t until about an hour after Clarke put the dead frog in the container that did he notice that it had vanished from its supposedly inescapable prison.

    “Laura, did you place the frog somewhere?” questioned Clarke quite concerned, “Because I can’t find it in the blasted box in which I had put it in.”

    “I haven’t touched it Clarke, how could it have possibly gotten out?” Laura replies growing concerned as well, “Do you think that sample of yours actually worked?”

    “I’m not ─ Laura… It’s ─” Clarke started, but seconds too late. The bullfrog was now on Laura’s shoulder. It was now a sleek jet black with fiery red eyes, and seemed to appear almost weightless. As it stared at Clarke, it seemed to almost sneer a very dark, vile grin. Then, it opened its jaws and took a bite out of Laura’s neck. Laura screamed out in pain, and in response grabbed the frog, and with all her might, then threw it across the room. Clarke pulled out his father’s Desert Eagle, which he always had on him since his father died, and fired two rounds at the frog, both were a direct hit to the head. Clarke quickly grabbed a one of the tazer guns from his brief-case, and fired 10,000 volts into the damned frog.

    “Laura, are you alright? I’m gonna find pain killers, and a medic to treat your wounds… Laura?” Clarke gasped, watching the wound disappear within seconds after he laid his eyes on her again. Laura gave out another scream of agony; she fell to the floor, almost in a fetal position. Black veins and muscle were starting to pulsate across her body, and each time her flesh would pulsate violently, she would either whimper or scream.

    The bite area is now completely black, and is slowly spreading across her neck and shoulder. Muscle expanded quickly, and pulsed rhythmically across her body. Her facial structure started to change drastically; her teeth became fangs, skin turned to a deathly black, and her eyes turned to a solid blood red color.

    “Clarke… You have to help me… I don’t want to become this beast.” Laura snarled in a tone Clarke couldn’t recognize.

    “I’m… sorry… there is nothing I can do for you… Except this…” With tears in his eyes, Clarke aimed the Desert Eagle at Laura and fired three times into her head, and her body fell once more, but to never move again. Clarke cried out in anguish, and terror; then he heard roars not a single being on Earth would ever want to hear. Roars of Blood-lust rang through the remnants of Area 51. Gunfire could be heard in the mix of screams and roars from outside those steel doors. After another hour of trauma and shock, Clarke heard nothing, not even the sound of the usual wind that blew on the hanger walls. Then, suddenly, crash, with this single sound it answered all his questions simultaneously. They were after him. They could smell his blood from the air vents. They wished to claim another soul for them to devour, or to become one of them.

    “What have I done? We were playing God… This is the consequence for challenging something we cannot control…” Clarke mumbled, “No, I won’t let them win. I refuse to have them take me alive.” He took his father’s gun, stared at it for a minute; and then, quickly and without giving another thought, jammed the gun at the bottom of his jaw and fired. His body fell on the floor, and a pool of blood began to encircle it. The new spilled blood excited the beasts, and they roared hungrily for it. Soon they managed to free themselves from the prison that once was the mysterious Area 51, which set them on a rampage across the U.S. then they would soon cross the seas, and into the rest of the world…