Prologue

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Marryton Lab, Texas, 2018

It was such a quiet evening on the eighth of December, 2018, quiet as it's always been. For Dr. Smith it was simply another day at work, jotting down on a notepad as Dr. Williams peered into the empty room separated by a thin sheet of glass.

This was another day at work for them, enlisting experiments on human victims. Abroad was 46 year old Owen Johnson, about to experience the last moments alive.

"This might finally be the day," said Dr Williams, as if there was something to be happy about.

"Might be." Exclaimed Dr. Smith, glaring at the victim with fake excitement. He wasn't exactly thrilled of his job, but they offered plenty of greenbacks and he couldn't resist. He was a science major but couldn't find a good job in this small town. He wanted to move out and hopefully reside in a city where he could follow his dreams- becoming a human anatomy expert.

"There's only one way to find out." He spoke mischievously.

Dr. Smith just nodded, and could only watch as Dr. William gathered something gloves. He stuck them on happily, as if there was anything to be happy about. He was a sick man. Cruel to everything living, and Dr. Smith shook in fear as he reached for the syringe.

Slowly buts surely he made his way over to the door, and smiled at a screaming Owen. He paced the syringe on his arm, and it plunged it with a large scream from Owen. Everything fell silent. Dr. Williams stepped back and closed the door. With no warning Owen started flashing green, his mouth foamy. Was this the effects that Dr. Williams was talking about? Surely not. It couldn't be. A malfunction? A mistake made in the concoction? He couldn't guess before Owen started shaking furiously in his chair, snapping off the chains and revealing large veins running through his body.

Suddenly Owen stood up, and before Dr. Smith knew what was happening, the green figure smashed his head through the glass, and climbed out furiously, Dr. Williams watched his little experiment crash all his research, scouring for brains.

Dr. Smith didn't even think Dr. Williams knee the faulty he had made.

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