Lord Shadow

Alex is sitting on the audience chamber. Beside him was a man of the military a general in the United States Army.

Looking at Alex, the man was anxious. Sometimes he look down onto the experimentation table and sighed.

'Mr. Alexander, you're sure this will work? The Army has funded this experiment of yours. You could not afford to fail this. The President need this to work to calm the other world leaders'

'Let see shall we?' Alexander smiles mischievously.

Alex look as one soldier is being brought to the operating table like a lamb about to be slaughtered.

There is fear in his eyes. A sheep. Alex reminded himself. And he is a lion. A predator. And the weak will die, while the strong will survive.

But sometimes there comes a moment, where a more vicious predator appeared. And when that time comes, the predator had to sacrifice some sheep, so that the lion can survive.

And he is a lion.

'If he dies, you will answer for this' the general said looking threateningly at him.

'If it fails, then the kid dies. So what? Compared to the stakes. Invincible soldiers!'

Alex replied looking unconcerned. The General just glare at Alexander but didn't say anything.

Then from the audience chamber he ordered using the voice transmission.

'Begin Silver Bullet Project.'

The soldier lied down on the table and Dr Sasha strapped the soldier onto the tables. Then a metal binds the soldier feet and chest.

'Is that necessary?' The general asked. Behind him there are others officials in the government who is also looking at this intently.

Alex just nodded. He once sees a failed experiment of his Hyper Serum. They created a monster.

However Dr Sasha has perfected the Serum. After he manages to get one drop of blood from the last site of Hyperion battle with the Breachers from before, he manages to separate the special enzyme in Hyperion blood to increase the probability of success of his serum.

Then Dr Sasha began injecting the serum into the body of the soldier.

Then the soldier slowly closes his eyes like he is in some kind of trance when suddenly the sound of bones cracking can be heard.

The soldier screamed and it was almost like a soundwave was being emitted from his screams. Thankfully, the glass was reinforced glass.

Alex eyes was shining.

Then the soldier began forming bulging muscles. Slowly the man becomes taller and muscly and he struggles to be released and the metal bent and suddenly the man calms himself down and his eyes was calm.

Then it was like energy wafted from him and the glass around the audience chamber shattered.

Alex was smiling.

'Incredible.'

'Vitals!' Alex yelled to the medical team.

'Stable.'

'Make him sleep.' Alex ordered.

Sasha nodded and inject another serum. Slowly the energy was repressed and the man lost consciousness.

Alex get up from his seat, dust his clothes from a few shattered glass and then opening his arms he exclaimed.

'Ladies and gentleman. The Hyper Soldier Program is a success.'

The general who was sitting beside Alex look at him with awe, get up from his seat and applaud.

The whole crowd was applauding him

'With greater funding from the government I will unlock the metahuman gene and we can stop the Breachers ourselves without needing the help of external help like Hyperion.'

The applause becomes even louder.

And Alex was smiling.

'The path to you is closer than you ever think, Hyperion.' He mused

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ALEXANDER KING

I've made it my hobby to see the city from every possible angle. But to be honest, I like looking it from this angle.

On my helicopter, looking at the towering buildings that we have created.

But does he see what I see? What does Hyperion sees in his eyes? Does he see a city that never gives up? A City that is living up to its potential?

A city that never breaks down?

Does he see the greatest city in the world? Or.....does he merely look down on it?

I am astounded by the sheer massive stupidity of the people in the world that believes in him.

The world tries to humanize him. Giving him a name. Laughable. As pointless as naming a hurricane.

Think about what He can do. It surprises me how they could sleep at night. Think about a hurricane with a will. And multiply the intensity of that hurricane by ten thousand.

That will be some storm. What if one day, he changes his mind? What if tomorrow, he looks down on us and decides we're not worthy of his protection?

What if tomorrow he wakes up believing he knows what's best for the world? That's it's not enough to protect the world…..when he can rule it?

The only safeguard we have from that ever happening is…his word.

But I say, His word is not enough. Not enough for me. Not enough for the world. Does it make sense to accept it like it was the norm?

I've been thinking on what I can do about it. What I can do if ever such day arrives. Today, the first step has been taken.

The people in the Capitol mistake my intention to bring him down. But that was never my intention.

I'm not really obsessed about bringing him down. I'm obsessed about bringing humanity up. All of us…..deserve a chance at greatness.

All it takes is that belief that it exist.

But….his existence not only threatens that belief but also….our existence. There is something inherently dangerous when something mythic becomes real.

When that happens, we lose that part of ourselves that yearns to be great

Because when faced with a myth? We can't win. So the mythic must be exposed for what it is. So, we can believe in ourselves.

Because it's the thing inside us, the drive to be mythic...that matters.

Looking down on his helicopter, he could see the greatest city in the world. New York. A new world dawn at the day of the Fall.

A world where men came down from the sky. A day where people from other Earth and planes of existence breach the portals resulted from the singularity.

A world where normal is no longer the same as it was before the fall. And the most dangerous of all the new things that has been happening since the fall is Hyperion.

Closing his eyes he hummed a tune.

'Gods will die' he mused. By his hand.

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