Chapter 1

A young man could be seen naked on the floor. His hands acted as feet as he performed handstand push-ups relentlessly. Steam seemed to seep out of his figure as the temperature of the room increased. A red, searing glow permeated the dark, steamy room, and the smell of cooking meat saturated his chambers. 

Sam could be seen in a handstand position with the sound of searing and popping meat coming out of his arms. He slowly lowered his legs to the ground as he finished his last set. The sound of popping joints and the snapping of sinew and rearranged muscles filled the room. In fact, if you listened hard enough, the slimy sound of regenerating muscle could be heard. This was a common occurrence for Sam as he regularly exercised with this level of intensity. He had gotten used to the feeling of his arm inflating for it to promptly deflate a couple of thousand reps later as a result of the friction between the muscles in his arms.

In other words, he literally burned his muscle away for it to then regenerate back stronger a few minutes later.

As his feet touched the ground, the sweat and the water condensed which then sizzled under the heat under his heel.

Samuel while stretching his ligaments, joints, and remaining muscle fibers walked to the shower assigned to his room as a privilege for his contributions.

The roar of an iron skillet sounded out as the cold water from the shower rained onto his super heated skin.

Steam once again flooded his enclosed chambers filling his lungs with the gaseous substance.

Feeling slightly thirsty he opened his mouth and drank from the cold shower water.

The water that entered to his mouth instantly reaching boiling temperature and bubbled in his mouth.

Many minutes passed as he reflected the many excruciating moments that filled his life in the past six months. Moments that ended a mere 6 hours ago.

And he was bound for more of such moments in an hour. A feeling of numbness overtook his musings, he was tired. He didn't want to do this anymore.

But he ignored his own desires and dutifully dried himself with the towel next to the curtain. As he did this he could feel the muscles all over his body slowly get back to their normal size.

Feeling his muscles come back stronger was always an addictive experience for him. The power within him unlocked with each set of his self mutilation exercises, he didn't know why but it was somehow cathartic and liberating.

It was freeing to know that the pain he went through could be, and would be; immediately rewarded.

He knew this type of exercise would one day stop working thanks to his adaptive regeneration, but while it still worked he would keep doing it.

Especially when it cost him nothing but the time he invested. Time in which he had plenty, but maybe, today would be his last day. Not that he cared, this world had nothing he would regret leaving.

Plus, Tony would be fine without him. He was fine even before he met him anyway.

He sighed shook his head and moved on. Today would decide his fate, and he would survive no matter what, he wouldn't give up now. Not when he put all this effort in, just to lay down and die.

Today he would fight for himself, and in the process fight himself.

He was his own worst enemy after all.

Leaving the bathroom he looked himself over in the mirror facing his bed. He admired his changed form, a grey film seemed to wraparound his skin. Bulging lean muscle seemed to want to exit his form. He liked this body of his; his muscles allowed for pure power to be dished out at any notice. But even though he had so much muscle he could bend himself in ways that many would consider impossible.

He looked at himself thoroughly looking at all of his nooks and crannies. This was his first opportunity to look himself in the mirror for 6 months after all.

He liked what he saw.

Putting on his cargo pants, boots, and black shirt, he fixed his half-dried hair and left his room.

Walking through the busy hallways filled with the people he's seen everyday felt different today. Maybe the realization that he would never see them again hit him harder than he thought. Or maybe he was glad that this was a chapter of his life that he could close forever.

Whatever it was he was excited now, a new motivation cleared his clouded mind. He would dominate his enemies and his fears. And he would dominate his future and himself.

And to do that he would vomit all over Dr. Trevor's floor.

Sam thought with a mischievous grin. He would do this, his way, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

With all those goals in mind he once again headed towards the mess hall to eat to his hearts content.

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One hour passed just like that. The watch on Sam's wrist glowed a bright green. Sam then pressed two buttons on the side of the watch. Which then promptly stopped glowing, and showed an arrow towards the direction he needed to walk.

Sam ignored it though, he knew where he needed to go.

Five minutes passed by as he navigated through the maze of reinforced steel halls.

Sam's eyes fell to the door at the end of the hall next to the testing grounds. He grit his teeth in determination, this would be it, his greatest test. This would decide if he lived or died.

But even through it all, he wanted to live. He would live, he would not die not like this.

'I will survive.'

Is what Sam told himself, like a mantra, he repeated it to himeself over and over. Not because he believed he would survive (even though he would), but because he was fighting himself so that his damn legs would move.

Finally, he said, "Let's go."

His expression slowly eased, and his unwavering impassive expression emerged. But a storm brewed just under the surface of his eyes and thoughts.

He then walked towards the door that would decide his fate. His destiny a mystery, his gaze steady, his gait as if a pillar given human form.

He was as ready as he will ever be.

He was ready.

He. Was. Ready.

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The light of the afternoon hours shone upon fertile mountain land. Orange and blue hues danced upon the horizon winds of the green ocean of trees below. Upon this decadent scene life moved restlessly as new dangers lurked to critters easy to pick off left around at the end of the dusk that surrounded them.

As these animals spread across the forest, skittish and desperate, they ran in all directions as the very earth they stood upon shook with a great magnitude.

Machines that where of a great size barreled through the dense forest. Trees where felled and the earth cracked. Dirt loosened and flew with the afternoon wind.

A great storm seemed to brew in the horizon. Dark black clouds rolled through the grey sky. Lightning peaked through the clouds, their light so intense they could leave imprints of their short splendor unto the beholders eyes', and left behind thunderous roars.

Droplets fell unto the ground below its gaseous throne. Rain soon followed its progenitors roar, a sound of banging metal and water could be heard atop the tree canopy above. The trees' leaves parting and bending to allow the fallen water to accelerate to the ground below, where it fell unto the window of a machine below.

"What do we have right now?"

A dark and low voice sounded out from a dark siloet inside the armored behemoth. A question burned and lingered to another figure next to the dark siloet. His arms rested against his face in a casual manner as he looked outside through his armored window where he saw rain droplets roll down to the earth below his wheels.

A dark pudgy figure sat next to the dark voiced siloet.

"They're about to start giving the final dose."

The pudgy siloet said, his voice haggard. So haggard in fact you could almost hear his sweat permeat his skin. Red spots could be seen on the pudgy figure's arm presumably from flies feasting on his blood. The pudgy siloet took a handkerchief from his coat pocket and wiped his face with gentle taps. A trace of nervousness tinged his mannerisms.

With shaky hands, (not known if it was because of low blood sugar or anxiety) he handed the dark siloet two files from his sweaty palms.

"This is all that I could get you without attracting too much attention."

The pudgy siloet said with a almost imperceptible stutter.

"Two files, huh?"

The dark siloet growled out, a shiver ran down the pudgy siloet's back. The pudgy siloet's little heart pumped even harder, his face red with embarrassment and a hint of fear. As a result he become sweatier by the second. Before he could respond the dark siloet said,

"Yang, you gotta do better than that, 'buddy.'"

The condescending and impatient tone not lost to Yang. Feeling he should tell some good news he hurriedly said,

"Y-yes but the Dr. Doctor said that the trials should be done now after the final dose! It's possible that they will then send this for clinical trials to the health administration later after this!"

Thunder roared in the background as the siloet said nothing as he leaned back into his chair, face still facing his armored window.

"Is that so?"

The great apathy in which he talked greatly disturbed yang, he was starting to feel that maybe he was in danger right now. Suddenly, the siloet's deep dark voice sounded out startling Yang.

"Let me tell you a story from the Bible Yang."

[Im changing it a little since I want it to fit the narrative. The names are different too.]

Declared the dark siloet, Yang's thoughts seemed to still when he heard his words.

"It might be history for all I know but I'll tell you."

The siloet said as he shifted in his seat to face Yang and looked directly into his eyes a ominous feeling lingered in Yang's mind. Then the siloet resumed,

"Once upon a time two young men existed in the far past. They where called Isaiah, and Jacob respectively, they where brothers. And their father was the most richest man in the land. Isaiah was their father's favorite, the eldest, and Jacob was the spawn of his second wife with his second son. Jacob was his least favorite son.

They where competitive of all affection and attention from their father, but as Isaiah was his favorite all affection went to him. This angered and hardened Jacob's heart. He lived with great bitterness as he grew in mind and in years. Isaiah was taught all of his Father's knowledge of the stars and the language of his people and word.

Meanwhile Jacob was taught to sew, not from his father but from his mother. Throughout his entire teenage years never once did he get even a nod of acknowledgment from his father from something Jacob did. And Jacob's heart hardened again and again.

Then one day their Father grew sick and he wrote his will. His belongings would all go to his favorite son, Isaiah. And he left Jacob and his mother out. Jacob and his mother grew desperate, they knew if they let this go they would be destitute, destined to live out in the wilderness as beggars. Away from the life of luxury they knew all their life.

But sadly it was all meant to be as Jacob and his mother where kicked from the house of his father even before he passed away. Isaiah had ordered to kick them out when he knew his father's will.

Jacob for the next decade lived in destitution and filth. His mother dying of disease and hunger. He vowed to find his brother and take what was his."

Silence was all that was heard as the siloet finished his story Yang's mind working hard to extract what he could, a minute passed and Yangs face grew paler and paler. Lightning rolled through the clouds as great thunder rattled the metal vehicle.

"Do you understand?"

Questioned the siloet, his head once again turning towards the window the sight above mesmerizing to see.

"Yes Mr. Cams-Worth I'll see to it right away!"

"Yeah, go do that."

Was all the siloet said as he waved Yang off.

The siloet looked deeply towards the sky in contemplation. He saw the immensity of the sky and he felt lacking. He hardened his gaze and pressed a button to his right and many squads of armored vehicles passed through the forest line into the ocean below its leafy mountains.

He was going to get his due.

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"Good to see you're here Samuel, let's get it done and over with shall we?"

Said a scrawny scientist with a kind smile who Samuel recognized as Dr. Craige Leafe.

"Good to see you too, Dr. Craige."

Samuel said with a small smile, cold facade melting for just a moment as he looked into Dr. Craige's warm smiling face. He was one of the few people here that didn't take out the human out of the "subjects" in this place.

"A momentous occasion for us all Dr. Craige, don't think for a second that it's just you that's excited today!"

Said a voice from door that slid that revealed Dr. Trevor as it opened.

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