CLU: Genesis

[Super Human Advanced]

One month AFTER the meteor.
“Uh…my head hurts” Maya said lying in her hospital bed, with an gauze wrapped around her forehead. The world was still feeling the effects of the meteor that plunged into the Earth; most cities were still trying to rebuild after the massive destruction the almost apocalyptic event caused. Even with the death and destruction; the real problem seemed to be a developing biological one. Maya’s eyes quickly surveyed the surrounding room and she noticed she was in an isolated room with a barrage of nurse, glancing through the windows. “Why am I in here?” She said rolling out of bed, ripping all the attachments from her body. Many of the Doctors stormed in the room trying to keep her under wraps. They was able to stabilize her; knocking her out and strapping her down on the table awaiting the arrival of maya’s mother.
Placing on her sunglasses, she shift into gear and then sped off west towards the Grand Canyon. The pitter patter of the rain soon became soothing; however it was broken by the sound of her cell phone ringing.”Hello this is Gwen?” she said while steering.
“”Hey Gwen its Steve!” Gwen hit a button on her car, so that he could be heard on the car’s speakers instead of the phone.
“What is it Steve?” She said turning into a huge rest stop so that she could talk with a clear mind.
“Your daughter just woke up not too long ago; her brain waves are mutating fast it’s almost like they’re thinking about things that aren’t even on the spectrum yet…Gwen? ”. Gwen dropped back in her seat; she had worked rigorously for the last three weeks trying to find some way to make Maya better; all the while watching people with the same exact radiation poison die. As she wiped the tear that was streamlining down her fact she placed the phone back to her ears.
“Yeah well I haven’t exactly gotten any DNA scans, I’ve been too busy working at the Asylum” Gwen ran her fingers across her head. “The only thing I have is folders from various people in the city, all people who are stable but mutated somehow…”.
“Mutated…how?” Steve replied curiously. “There was one…who had…blades for hands…” Gwen said sounding as if she were at a loss of breath.
“Well did you record what the individuals can actually do?” Gwen put Steve on mute and then reached into the back seat looking for her folders. Removing him from mute she looked through the files.
“Yep, they give detailed descriptions” She said flipping through the files. “Good I’ll see you when you get here”.
Ending the call Gwen drove until she was stopped by the Canyon guards. “It’s Gwen, let her through” the front guard said, as she exited her vehicle and went into the toll booth thing. Looking into a scanner, the booth began to move down, eventually the sun burnt rock of the canyon turned into glass, and a gigantic metropolis appeared.
“It’s amazing what a couple of trillion dollars can get you now-a-days huh?” she said to the gate guard whose’s eyes were bulging from the site. Too bad though he had to have his memory erased every time he went down.
Exiting the elevator, she took a transport to the massive research center on the far side of the city. “Alright...Show me what we got”. She said entering a room, with a dozen scientists and Maya being contained in a chamber.
“ABSOLUTLY NOT!” Gwen screamed at the top of her lungs seeing her child encased, in the chamber. However her assistant quickly stepped up.
“Please, she has the radiation poison; we heard that Solar cells would cause the immune system to strengthen, PLEASE THIS IS OUR ONLY SHOT” Gwen touched Steve’s shoulder and then gave off a huge sigh. “This is the first time we’ve done this…there is a chance she might not live” Gwen looked at both Assistants with sorrow in her eyes however, she finally agreed. The images of the Sword hands seemingly scared her.
“Ok...Steve, you better hope she survives, if not I’m going to beat you with her corpse, Start with something, small Try it” Steve pushed up on the activating sequence, and the huge machine started churning. The results of this test run would either be one the biggest scientific breakthrough, or just a horrible lost. The machine revved up, and the girl disappeared into chamber of light. Gwen and Steve continued to glance at the light hoping that when the Glare subsided there would be a cured little girl inside the chamber.
When the light subsided Maya’s eyes met with her mother’s and saw a single tear cascade down her cheeks. “Her…Brain Waves are still abnormal…but they aren’t erratic like previously, stated”. Gwen smiled, motioning for her second assistant to let Maya out. “I just wish the rest of the world could be this estatic” she said looking at the News Coverage of the event.

[Power NeXus]

Raymond Gabriel, the United States' most wanted serial killer for nearly two decades, more commonly called by the monicre 'Bane', watched the beads of water trickle down his glass of iced tea. The wind blew ever softly, bringing in faint music from a nearby casino. The early morning sun on the Tahiti beach was already hot, but not hot enough yet to be uncomfortable. Raymond's brow started to furrow slightly. Something else was bothering him.

It had been nearly five months since his last kill. He had spent that time vacationing in luxury in various island and mountain resorts. Isn't that what normal people were supposed to do? Fall back and swim in the pools of their own gain when they began to get old? Raymond had waited these last five months working at relaxing, trying to make it feel good. He had really really tried. But even after all this time, he felt the thirst for the kill. His fingers ached to hold his katanas again. His skin yearned to be drenched in the blood of another. This simply would not do.
"May I get you another iced tea, Mr Gabriel," the young fresh-faced busboy inquired.
Raymond continued to stare at the beads of water. "This... this simply will not do," he replied after some time.
"I apologize, is there something wrong with our tea, sir? Perhaps you would like another drink?"
Raymond groaned inwardly at the distastefullness of the boy's insufferable humility. "No... no no no no it's not the tea. I don't want your tea. I don't want your food. I don't want your music, I don't want your hotels, I don't want your blasted balmy beaches!"
The boy was taken aback, but kept his composure. "What... what do you want... sir?"
Raymond considered the question for a moment. "...I want your life."

From up in his hotel room, Raymond could still hear the screaming and panic from the beachdwellers down below. He chuckled softly and admired the fresh blood adorning his hands. He would let it dry for a while. It felt good. As he packed up his belongings, he noticed he had left the television on. He searched for the remote.
"...is in ruins from the shockwave of the meteor. But the most shocking development is the rumored emergence of superhuman beings, possibly a result of the alien radiation from the meteor itself." Raymond stopped his search for the remote and looked up at the news anchors on the screen. "There is little solid evidence to prove the existance of these alleged superhumans, save for this short video clip, sent to us anonymously." The screen switched to a shaky video camera in what appeared to be an emergency room. Doctors were working frantically to restrain... what was that thing? It appeared to be a woman, but with pale blue skin and long tendril-like hands.

The news anchors began their commentary on the video, but Raymond had already tuned them out. The meteor that hit the US last week was creating a new race of superhuman beings? Raymond reached into the bottom of his suitcase and pulled out one of the katanas he had hidden. With a gleam in his eye he slipped off the sheath and pressed the botton on the hilt. A familiar red energy field encased the blade of the sword. It would seem that Raymond's life may had just gotten a whole lot funner.

He surveyed his room. He had packed up what few things he owned. It was time to go back now.
But... one more thing for good measure. A goodbye present to this hotel for convincing him to live his life again. He slowly slipped the glowing red blade of his katana into the floor by his feet, and dragged it alongside him as he walked. The carpet that the blade touched was set ablaze in an instant, and the fire spread fast. By the time he reached the end of the hallway, half the floor was engulfed in flames. Raymond grinned to himself, then vanished into thin air.

[DedmanWalkin]

The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and the criminals are marching into the yard. Having been sent to the holding facility temporarily, the criminals were all being disbursed to different detainment centers. The facility is rather bland even in the rich sunlight. Its stone grey walls are capped by spiraling barbed wire. The yard has several buses each with a different color scheme and name imprinted on the side. After several criminals are assigned seats, they get to one inmate who, even though he is thoroughly bound, the guards still keep assault rifles pointed squarely at his head.

"Worthington, Overton prisoner number 637865 please step forward," the nondescript prison guard grumbled. One of the gun wielding guards urges the inmate forward with the butt of his gun.

With a grin from ear to ear giggling to himself, one of the inmates in the line screams, "Don't call us that!"
In less exaggerated, slightly bored tone of voice he says as though rehearsed, "Overkill is our name, Over Killing is our game."
Sliding back into errant screaming, he says, "That is the corniest line of dialogue in existence! Why do you always say that?"
After sighing heavily, he says, "Because it is clever and quickly dispenses relevant information about what is going to happen, you twit."
"Don't you dare call me that!" he hysterically shouts.
"Well it is your fault we are in this quote unquote holding facility to begin with."
"My fault! My fault! If you concentrated on putting more blasts out we would still be killing!"
"Over killing, moron. Redundant systems work best when used in sequence not simultaneously overloading our power core."

While the inmate's dichotomous monologue continues, the guard finishes his prepared line. "You are hereby remanded to the Cottonwood Asylum for the Criminally Insane until such time as sentence can be passed." The gun wielding guard pushes the manacled maniac forward into the lone, short, white bus, unintelligible utterances still spewing forth like vomit. Eventually another guard pulls out a muzzle and affixes it to the inmate's head. The bus' engines start up and the long trek to Cottonwood begins.

The inmate continues babbling to himself despite the muzzle causing the guard to press his gun barrel into the back of the inmate's head. The driver turns on the radio to try and drown the ruthless drone his passenger. As the radio announcer stops to read an address, as he does the inmate stops talking.

"...is in ruins from the shockwave of the meteor. But the most shocking development is the rumored emergence of superhuman beings, possibly a result of the alien radiation from the meteor itself." Upon hearing this, the inmate shakes off his shackles and knocks out the guard behind him with the cuffs. Seizing his gun, the inmate threatens the driver to keep driving. Taking the key off the guard, he removes the muzzle.

"Did you hear that?"
"Superhuman beings! We will have to put in some double Over Killing in order to kill them!"
"Yes, no more just shooting them in the head. Now we might need to work together."
"Work together! I'd rather kill you!"
"Wouldn't you rather kill the superhumans?"
"You always know how to sweet talk me! Now let's blow this popsicle stand!"
"And you say I am corny."

The inmate proceeds to shoot the driver and push him out of the seat. He drives off into the sunset, laughing all the way.

[yaujtapool]

gaijin - Foreigner (Will help when reading)

Inside a brightly lit, overly large office sits Kanji. The name itself simply means death, but this mob boss has adopted this as his own name, more than likely to strike fear into his enemies. His 7 foot tall figure seems to fit comfortably in the gigantic room.
Kanji's thoughts are quickly disrupted as a well dressed man wearing a suit unlike any other on the planet with a void showing the darkest corners of the universe instead of a face.
"What the hell are you doing in my office gaijin!?" spouted the now angered Kanji.
The man calmly strode towards the enraged Kanji who now stood up to his full 7 foot height making the man look like a little child in comparison; the man stared up at him saying "I quit, I have no more need for your money" in a voice that seemed to have no accent.
He then turned his back on the fuming Kanji and begun to slowly exit the room.
Kanji recovering from the shock of this gaijin's rudeness spat out his retort "Gaijin! You have not leave, you have not completed my task, you shall not exit this building or...."
Kanji was quickly disrupted by the man
"Or what ? You've seen what i can do you piece of filth, there is nothing you or the entire Yakuza could do to stop me and you know it, so I suggest for your own good you shut your hole or else i will show you what happens to a human body when it slowly boils from the inside out! I dont work with scum who traffic human beings!"
The silenced and defeated Kanji promptly sat down in his seat as the man exited his office, a chill creeped down his spine from the words of the man.

Strolling out the large building and onto the bustling neon streets of Tokyo the man wanders what shall he do next.
"I have money, yet no purpose" he quietly says. One of the large screens caught his attention as it showed a breaking news broadcast depicting a woman with extra human abilities struggling against doctors trying to restrain her. The words superhuman catch his eye.
"Interesting, I suppose its off to America for me, I never expected such exciting results from that little meteor shower..." he quietly rambled on to himself as he walked off to the nearest airport.