Arc 1: Genesis
As screams echoed in the tower, the only thing Harry could do was to stare at his own bloodstained hands and think to himself, Dad would hate me.
It all began this morning.
The sun was bright. No clouds in sight.
"Sir, he won't leave," said John the secretary.
"Ugh... Fine. Tell him I'm coming," replied Harry as he lazily swiveled in his oversized chair.
At just 15, Harry looked more like the class president than the CEO of a multi-million dollar company. Round glasses. Black hair. Tuxedo that's always cleaner than most labs.
He got off his chair and walked to the waiting room at the base of his building.
"So Ben, back for more are we?" Harry asked tauntingly.
"Cut the crap and get on with it!" barked Ben, a scruffy gym-built pile of rage and muscle who towered over others at 6'4". He was fueled by ego and desperation.
"Lower your voice and don't make a scene. Just follow me quietly," said Harry in a low tone.
They some stairs down the basement.
Harry turned on a dim, blue light which revealed what looked like a dirty chemistry lab.
Ben frowned, "This isn't our usual spot."
"Usually, you get your steroid shots on weekends. Today's Tuesday so staff's in. Deal with it," answered Harry in a belittling way.
"Who the hell do you think you're talking to? You think you can belittle me? I know people. People who can hurt you and your family" threatened Ben while grabbing Harry by the collar.
"Huh, big talk for someone who can't function without needles." replied Harry, "Oh and by the way... I don't have a family," he continued in a flat tone.
Harry turned to the lab table and began preparing the steroids. But due to his rush, he didn't notice that the color shifted from blue to gray.
Weird, he thought. Even if it doesn't work this time, this jerk won't notice.
He strapped Ben to a wooden chair, filled up four syringes and injected them one by one.
Ben screamed.
It wasn't like the usual groans. It was brutal.
Something seemed to have gone wrong.
He was in excruciating pain.
"Stop it, damn you!" he screamed.
Harry quickly showed a red neutralizer down his throat, but that made it worse.
Screams reached the floors above. Staff heard it. So did Francis Beckman, who was the head of security.
So he, along with the rest of the security personnel reached the basement, but to their surprise, the door was barricaded.
They shot down the door and made their way in.
Francis had seen horrors in his life.
He had fought a war 30 years ago.
The kind of war that leaves your hands shaking long after it ends.
But even that hadn't prepared him for what he saw in the basement.
He was frozen in fear.
Him and the other guards saw that ben was strapped to a chair. Growing.
He was literally growing.
When the guards entered, to their and Harry's shock.
His muscles were growing grotesquely, his bones were cracking and stretching and worst of all, his face was changing.
The combination of the steroid and neutralizer produced a reaction that nobody quite understood.
Ben's body doubled in size. The leather straps snapped. His tank top ripped. Fur burst through his skin.
He was changing species.
His hands and feet morphed into claws. His face elongated into a muzzle. His teeth sharpened. His height grew past 12 feet.
This is isn't normal, thought harry. It's a scientific breakthrough!
"I name you the Beast", whispered Harry as he felt proud.
"OPEN FIRE!" commanded Francis to the rest of his men.
They started firing but it did nothing.
Instead, it aggravated the Beast.
He tore through them one by one, brutalizing them all.
Harry watched, frozen in fear as he realized the mistake he made. he had given power to the wrong person.
"Thanks buddy. This was the best enhancement I've gotten. This is all on you," said the Beast whose voice had now deepened.
Tears came to Harry's eyes. What have I done! he thought to himself as he wept.
The Beast then tore through floors, and people alike.
The Beast climbed to the top of the tower, where a huge white letter "H" was mounted.
He climbed it and howled, letting the world know he exists.
Going through his mind were memories of his childhood.
Memories of his drunk father who used to beat him.
Memories of his school where he was always bullied.
Memories of how the world ignored him.
He wanted to be seen and heard.
He was now a monster, but one nobody could ignore.
As screams echoed in the tower, the only thing Harry could do was to stare at his bloodstained hands and think to himself, Dad would hate me.
The events that took place that day shook the world to its core.
What followed next, was a massacre.