It was a sunny morning, no clouds in sight.
"Sir, he's here," said John the secretary to his boss Harry.
"Tell him I'm coming," sighed Harry as he lazily swindled in his fancy 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 fancy chair and walked to the waiting room of his building, which was a massive skyscraper in the middle of the city.
"So Ben, back for more are we?"
"Cut the crap and get on with it!" barked Ben, a scruffy gym rat who towered over others at 6 feet 4 inches and had anger issues.
"Lower your voice. We don't need to make a scene. Just follow me to the basement quietly," said Harry in a low tone.
They finally reached the dark basement. Harry turned on a dim, blue light which revealed what looked like a dirty chemistry lab.
"This isn't our usual spot!" exclaimed Ben angrily.
"Usually, you get your SSS (Super Steroids Service) done on the weekends when my staff isn't present. But today, you came unannounced on a weekday. So naturally, we'll have to do it in the basement where no one can see us," answered Harry in a belittling way as if he was trying to make Ben feel stupid.
"Who the hell do you think you're talking to? You think you can belittle me? I'm part of a gang. A gang that can hurt you and your family" threatened Ben while grabbing Harry's collar.
"Huh, big talk for someone who's dependent on steroids. Oh and by the way... I don't have a family," replied Harry while belittling Ben again.
Harry went to the chemistry equipment and started to prepare the steroids but as he was in a hurry, he didn't notice that he made a mistake and formed a completely different mixture.
"Hmm… the color's a bit different. It's usually a bit more blue than gray. But who cares. And if something different happens than this jerk deserves it," Harry thought to himself.
He strapped Ben to a wooden chair, filled up four syringes with the strange, gray liquid and injected the syringes one by one.
Ben started screaming, which was new.
It's not like it was painless before, but this time something seemed to have gone wrong.
It sounded like he was in excruciating pain. The screams were brutal.
"Stop it, damn you!" he screamed.
"Okay this isn't right. I'm gonna try neutralizing the mixture," said Harry as he quickly brewed up a red colored mixture and made Ben drink it right through the vial.
It didn't seem to work. All it did was to make the screams louder.
Now, people on the ground floor and the first floor could hear the screams too.
As soon as he was informed, the head of security of the Harry Tower took all the security personnel stationed in the building and rushed to the basement.
To his surprise, the basement door was barricaded. So the other security guards shot down the door and made their way in.
For the first time in his life of 42 years, the head of security Francis Beckman was frozen in fear. What he saw was truly disturbing.
Before the guards had entered, Harry had strapped Ben to the chair with brown leather belts as he had started to behave weirdly and his body was making involuntary actions.
When the guards entered, to their and Harry's shock, Ben was growing.
His muscles were growing but due to the faulty, grey steroids, they were growing abnormally large.
And because Ben had also taken the red neutralizer, instead of neutralizing he steroid, it instead caused a chemical reaction between them which caused Ben to grow in height and to grow his body hair too.
He was literally enlarging. By the second.
The straps were ripped apart, and so was his tank top.
His face, hands and feet had started to morph.
"Huh? That's unaccounted for. There's nothing that should be causing his face, hands and feet to morph! This is a scientific breakthrough!" Harry thought to himself.
He finally stopped growing.
At this point he was double his original height.
He had went from 6 feet 4 inches to 12 feet 8 inches.
His hands and feet had morphed into claws.
His face had morphed into that of a wolf.
His body hair had grown into grey fur.
He was essentially an artificially produced werewolf.
"HE CHANGED SPECIES!!! This is definitely a breakthrough. I'll win a Nobel Prize for this. I name you the Beast," Harry exclaimed loudly in excitement.
The only thing that he was left wearing were his brown shorts.
"OPEN FIRE!" commanded Francis to the rest of his men.
They started firing but it didn't do much damage.
Instead, it aggravated the Beast, due to which he brutalized the guards.
It was deeply disturbing for a 15 year old to witness, one who desperately needs to learn the consequences of his actions.
"Thanks buddy. This was the best enhancement I've gotten. This is all on you," the beast made Harry feel guilty who now talks in a deep and rough voice.
Harry, who was feeling proud a moment ago, now felt regret and fear. he didn't know what to do.
The Beast then tore through the ceiling of the basement and kept tearing through the floors of the tower, instantly killing anyone in his path and made his way to the top of the tower.
On the top of the tower, a huge white letter "H" was mounted.
The Beast climbed it and howled, letting the world know he exists.
Going through his mind were memories of his childhood.
Memories of his father who used to get drunk and beat him.
Memories of his school where he was always bullied.
He had always been neglected.
He had always wanted to be seen and he wanted to be heard.
All he ever wanted was attention. And what better way to get it than by becoming a monstrous, homicidal maniac.
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.
It was a massacre.