Mission: Experiment 7732 (Rated R)

Vitalè was bound there, wooden steaks through the hands and one through the middle of his rib-cage. He snarled, fangs flashing as he tried to move, but found himself without the strength to do so. He looked around to all of the cages around him. There they were, his people cages and captured like animals. Each and every one of them a DNA-bank for the son's of bitched who captured him. M.R.D was getting creative now, analyzing and predicting the age of the vampires in the room, taking samples and keeping them just barely "Alive" (or as alive an undead an be) for experimentation later. Vitalè had noted this, however. He was the only one staked, the only one bound in such a cruel manner, to which he began to wonder how it was that they knew better to bind him, and inhibit him so. He looked around, hearing the whispers of the fledglings. "That's him, you know, the one who does Diabolism" or "That's the diabolist bastard that ate my sire!" and every other comment under the sun.

   Vitalè knew the comments were true. The Vampiric community would never accept a vampire who ate his own kind rather than preying upon humans. Diabolism was the same a humans with cannibalism. Vitalè was hated, shunned by his own kind. But he didn't care. He protected the ones who once were his people...he protected his students when he prowled in the night, and devoured Vampires that forcibly fed from humans and prematurely ended their lives. He did so willingly...and he'd do so a thousand times more. The door opened and a strange man walked in, he reeked of garlic. Vitalè winced but didn't show any true "typical" signs, simply remarking in his thick Italian accent. "But the blood of Christ! Why do you smell like a German farmer in a fish market?". The man grunted and pulled out a Taser, jabbing Vitalè in the chest. His heart began to beat, and he began to feel weak as he passed out from the sudden shock to the heart.

Godslayer stepped forward, his shined and polished shoes clinking and clanging against the metal floor as he stepped. Underground Alcatraz, surrounded by water, not a thing of metal in sight. The entire base surrounded by concrete, and incredibly durable space-aged polymer making up the foundation and the entire structure of the labs. The place had been used in the past to house a variety of mutants in order to experiment on them, as such it was virtually a fortress, one in which even the strongest would have difficulty penetrating. The lights were a harmless hydrogen gas, emergency conduits that will kill the circuitry and ground it, neglecting all forms of electrical escape. There is a zero-gravity field implicated through the facilities and a microphone throughout the entire area, set for a special little telekinetic they were working with, should he decide to go rogue.

    The grotesque deformed beasts, one arm four times more muscular than the other, defined torn legs and lopsided-misshapen torso's prowled the surface and interior of Alcatraz. The beasts were created ofr this, to ensure nothing went wrong, to ensure there were no interruptions. Ryan Masters was onto something, Something Godslayer could agree with, and support. Williams approached Ryan Masters and revealed everything he knew, all about the DNA in Subject Hyperion, the capabilities, he even showed how he managed to find documentation of secret experimentation that would have ruined the man, his legacy and everything the man was even associated with. Williams was smart, however. He allowed Ryan Masters a choice. "You can start a new project, further what you wanted and finish what you started... or you can go to jail and your precious Hyperion will be broken.." He told the man. The man scoffed at him. Williams smiled and chuckled with him as he pulled out a cell-phone, opened it and placed it down.

   "Is it time the charge Godslayer?" A voice asked, it was quiet, but it could be heard. At the mention of the name "Godslayer" Ryan Master's eyes widened, knowing all too well now who the man in front of him was. Williams was as close to the perfect soldier as anyone had ever gotten, tattoos of countless mutants he'd defeated, killed or captured on his arm. The name "Godslayer" changed the dynamics of everything. Because the name alone made Ryan Masters realize it was no idle threat...and Williams COULD do what he said. Of course there was nothing he could do, but Ryan Master's was still wise, and he accepted under the condition that his son, Travis oversaw the entire process. An agreement that Willaims could cope with. With a smirk he took his leave and left the Master's family alone. Until now of course, when the overgrown "perfect child" was forced to inhabit the same areas.

    "How is the subject coming?" Williasm asked, an open forum question really, but when Godslayer asked a question, respect compelled an answer. Scientists nearly tripped over each other and themselves to speak about the project. "The Subject is currently at 7 years of age, The advanced aging process will double that age here within the next hour hopefully." "The mental development is at it's finest, the capacity seems endless by human measurements." "The only thing we need to do now is upload a consciousness from the subjects "donor" and we can wake Experiment 7732." The scientists clamored. Williams put a hand up and waved them away as he stood at the railing, looking down into the tank that held the subject in confinement a see-through tomb that allowed for the monitoring of progress as the body lay there, aging before their very eyes.

   "Your brother is progressing quite nicely." He mused, directing it at Travis, whom he now stood by, not truly caring for a response.

Agent Jamison Williams, The Godslayer. The name sent a small chill down Travis' back as he let his mind dwell over the folder of information offered to him by a certain annoying female. His title was no simple stroke of arrogance, but something earned through the blood of mutants shed, something that he could respect. Travis would of course have to keep in mind to deal with him at a later time subtly maybe but deal with him eventually. Bright grey orbs would dance over the tube holding the rapidly developing humanoid form, one that was aging far more rapidly than Travis had within this stage, one finger running along his chin slowly as a low hum escaped from between his lips. The fact that the next generation would be looked over by such pests angered him, though externally he was as cool and collected as ever.

If they wanted their experiment, they would have it, but for how long he would decide. Whatever he did chose, it would not be for a prolonged period of time, they would not have such a luxury. However he could give credit where it was due, blackmailing his father was a sound plan, as foolish as that old man was, even if he did not have all of the chips placed within his favor. The fact that he was being placed over the creation was also a smart move, as these driveling fools that they called scientists would likely get something wrong. It had taken a few hours but he had isolated the proper gene, produced the proper substances that would allow for a clean and healthy accelerated growth. They would not risk the cancerous tissue growing, nor any problems that those before him had suffered.

He would snap to the sound of Williams voice, considering snapping his neck but pressing that thought aside. ”Thanks to me.” He said simply, more than aware of the truth of his statement, the insight that he had offered upon the situation. What he had planned to achieve with the research that his father had produced was unknown, but he had a feeling that it was not for human perfection. ”Don't worry brother, you won't be in this situation for long.” His facial expressions however did not betray a thing, smooth as ever as he examined the continually growing body. ”The accelerated aging should peak within a matter of an hour, maybe an hour and a half.” He said simply, aware that Williams would be able to hear him.

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It was nighttime and smog enveloped the San Fransisco Bay in darkness. Luka was driving in his Ford down to a port off of the coast. In the passenger seat was Loika, a student from the institute. Luka and Loika were on a mission to get a professor back from Alcatraz, one of the oldest most notorious jails in existance. He was being experimented on.

Luka stopped the car in the sand off the shore and got up onto the car and let Loika get into the car seat. "If I lose control, just steer in the right direction." Luka said. He stood balanced on the car and concentrated. His eyes turning black, the car began to levitate in the air, people looked in awe as he pulled it up from under his feet and in a blink of the eye, they vanished from their sights. Luka was putting a lot of concentration into making the car invisible from sight. They began to motion over towards the island.

"You feel alright down there?!" Luka said. His eyes briefly turned grey and back to black.

Luka had been sleeping most of the way with Luka driving. She didnt know him well but she knew that when on a mission you slept when you cold. It came from a survival instinct from when she was on the run.

Luka woke her up to have her get in the driver seat. She didnt know how to drive so this confused her a bit but whatever. She sighed and sat at the wheel. She gave him a sarcastic salute and waited. She made a growling sound when the car raised. " I fucking hate flying with a fucking passion." She said in an agitated tone. Thats how she worked. When she was scared or corner she snapped.

Vitalè growled and grunted before resting himself back down. Stake's splintering into him as he wormed and wiggled around and tried to break free. A man in a coat stepped forward and ripped the wooden spike from his chest and began to run a finger up it as he examined it. He smiled as the light shimmered off the technologically advanced looing forger's goggles. A white smile flashed as he chuckled. "Such a powerful and old creature...yet so easily detained by wood." The man said as he chuckled and tossed the piece aside and had two armed and fully armored M.R.D men pulling out the stakes in his legs and then his arms. As he fell, they caught him and they shackled his hands and his feet, taking him by the arms, propping him up and dragging him out of the room, taking him to the main chamber.

    The minions of Alcatraz guarded the place carefully as the degenerated and run-down former prison hosted the birth of a new creation. True enough, there was an unidentified flying vehicle headed their way, no doubt it was taken in note.  The Vampire stirred as his mind began rambling over things he could think of note. Entrances, exits. There was only one way in...but with the arsenal they held down here...the vampire knew more than one way out. He began to conserve his energies as his mind wandered to the entrance. The door to Solitary isolation in Cell 771. Guarded with retinal scanners and two armed guards. The only way in... but not the only way out.

"I never said that you weren't to credit." Williams admitted with a normal voice. There was a sense of humility in his admission, but Godslayer was not one whom admired one like Travis. This so called "step to perfection" was nothing more than a stepping stone, one single step towards a greater goal. "Though without me... even you would never have thought of this." He said, pulling a vial from the interior of his formal coat. The vial was a cyan color, it's contents unknown. Though thinking ahead, he knew that with his course of action may prompt Travis to telekinetically shatter the little beaker of the glowing cyan liquid. Unfortunately, this vial was nothing more than Argon infused water and food coloring. This was simply to prove the point that Travis was permitted here, and no contribution he made was beyond the M.R.D...or beyond Williams himself. (Be that true or not)

     Soon enough they were interrupted as the sweet jingling of shackles and a rather pale, rugged man with matted black hair and violet eyes was brought before them. Williams smiled and chuckled. "Well, well, well. Vitalè I must admit, when they told me Gadget snared the elusive Literature Professor I thought he was just blowing smoke. But here you are." He shook his head before standing in front of the wounded blood-sucker. "You got away last time. Not this time. You should have just cooperated, it would have never have been like this." He said in the most matter-of-fact tone. He shook his head as he turned his back to Vitalè and looked over the experiment again, seemingly satisfied thus far.

To say that he would have never thought of this was a slight to the male, one that he would allow for now but keep within his mind for a future date. His attention turned towards the male, processing his movement towards a pocket within his coat and then remove something, all movements taken into consideration as Travis kept an impartial face. Was he attempting to threaten Travis, or something else? A simple motion of his hand was all that was made, the vial finding itself removed from Williams grasp and within his own hand, the male looking over it for a moment curiously. ”Cute.” He noted tersely letting the vial lift above his palm, crushing it with a seemingly enveloping pressure that would reduce it to a sphere of liquid and shattered glass. Pulling his hand back and releasing the hold, the destroyed vial would fall to the ground, liquid spreading out into a small puddle.

The sound of metal clanking would draw his attention, Travis turning towards a man within chains, pale and with dark hair matted. So this was the man that had offered his genetic material to perfect his sibling, him and this damn human that felt as if he had some manner of hold over him. He was a man named Vitalè  though Travis had not heard the name before, making a mental note of it and pursing his lips. The man looked weak, but there were no apparent wounds, save for bloody holes within his shirt that suggested he was damaged. He would sigh, letting out an almost undetectable telekinetic pulse, one that would brush over everything with less pressure than a breeze but enough of one to give him a vague idea, a vague notion really.

His mind however would be able to put so much together with just that, the shapes that were the misshapen monstrosities and even reaching beyond the walls, a smirk placing itself upon his lips.

Luka felt a brief turbulence and nearly stumbled to the ground. "Aye, you're not helping me with your cursing! Don't you DARE go wolf on me Ms. Faelith!" Luka said, trailing off into Italian curses.

About an hour past while floating over to the island. Telekinesis wasn't exactly Mach-5 Travel. The prison soon made its mark outside the fog. "There it is!" Luka yelled/whispered to Loika. She's not gonna like this! Luka thought. There were a bunch of guards at the main entrance of the abandoned prison. Luka closed his eyes, concentrating on every molecule in the fog. His fake weather manipulation began to envelope the car's surroundings in fog but enough space in between for Luka to see. The guards got in a ready stance.

Luka began twiddling his hands like he was playing with puppets. The guards started going crazy. They threw their guns to the ground and kicked each other in the ass. Luka started laughing as the guards started struggling. He then stopped and knocked them all out into the water, disarmed and screaming like barking Chihuahuas. It was funny but not a good thing. If Luka could hear from many miles away, those on the ground probably heard it loud and clear. Luka sent the ship flying towards the concrete shore right below the concrete base of the prison. He did not want to deal with the wolf-woman inside.

The heart of the enemy fortress, the figurehead and poster boy of the M.R.D standing there before him once again. Oh he had met Williams before, it was in Chicago in the dead of night. Williams, the notorious "Godslayer" confronted Vitalè and a fledgling like him... one who wished to protect the humans from a fate such as their own. Unfortunately Williams bested the fledgling, and Vitalè was given a lesson in humility. He was defeated by a human being. A weaker, slower, being with no form of mutation. Vitalè remembered the day all too well, it was the first time anyone had hunted him since his dark ascension. Yet here the arrogant bastard was, as if he planned on Vitalè being caught. He shifted within the grip of the MRD soldiers. "I'm actually glad to see you." He said with a little chuckle. In an instant he transformed into his bat swarm and the little bats biting away at the M.R.D soldiers that once bound him. Their bodies hit the floor as he reconvened in front of the, throats torn open and drained of blood.

"Now we can finish what we started..." Vitalè seethed, the blood of new victims, actual blood and not frozen packaging triggering his vampiric regeneration to slowly aide him for the fight he was about to engage in. He took a deep breath in as he turned around and picked up the rifle as he transformed once more spiriling his several bats into the air as they one by one began to leave discretely and reconverted at a "safe" distance, firing of shots like a mad-man, dropping MRD as best as he could. He got off twenty shots, dropping fifteen MRD who were charging at him, many more seeking cover. Vitalè did not wish to give them a security in their current areas, and so he transformed once more and began to go en route behind them, to fire at their backs.

" Luka I do not enjoy flying.Quite the opposite. If i was meant to fly i would have had wings. I will curse if need. Build a bridge and get the fuck over it." She stayed quiet for most of the ride. She was reserving her energy and strength.

Loika snarled at Luka for throwing her. She was going to kick his ass later. She was immortal but that didnt mean shit still didnt hurt. She braced herself for the impact as best as she could but it still hurt like hell when she hit the concrete.

The steering wheel slammed into her chest. Glass from the window cut her face and arms. After the car settled it started to roll towards the water. She struggled to get her seatbelt off. The car stopped rolling on the edge of the water upside down. She got the seatbelt off and landed as the water was rushing in.

She was able to get out of the window and onto the shore before the car filled. She pulled a couple of pieces of glass out of her arm and tossed them aside and winced as she did so. She then shifted to her wolf form and sat on the shore waiting for Luka with a none too pleased expression.

The Godslayer smiled as he heard the gunfire behind him. He knew the vampire all too well. He would never take a shot at him without Williams being properly armed himself. The hale of bullets would reach it's end when a soldier entered the area and announced for Williams. The soldier completely got distracted by the combat and rose a gun at the vampire. Williams snapped his fingers and turned his hand over moving his index finger beckoning the soldier to him. The soldier obeyed and quickly filled him in. "Sir, our men on the surface have become unresponsive. They just seem to be attacking each other. There was an impacting at the base as well sir. Minimal damages, but we think it was a car, or vehicle of some kind." He informed them. Williams was perplexed for a moment, wondering how exactly one could have driven a car into the area just above them.

It was only after about five seconds that he believed that he solved the puzzle. He looked to the man and nodded, sending him away. At the moment Williams was still unworried, as he was expecting company to come to the chivalrous vampire's rescue. The ability to have a car hit indicated that someone BROUGHT a car with them. This made him think superhuman strength and flight. However his guards going crazy suggested that there was someone influencing their minds. "Telekinesis and Telepathy... A telekinetic could bring such a vehicle with him as he or she flew, and could easily induce a bit of Insanity." He said in a very dry tone, explaining it to the soldier. Williams' reached onto the desk by the experiment and withdrew a small headband from the drawers. The band was made not of metal, but of Gemini. He pivoted his arm to the side, putting it before Travis without even looking at him. "You look more than eager to rip someone apart. Put this on. It's a rare material that is immune to the powers of mutation. It will keep people form influencing you, or getting in your head. Once you're ready you can take the elevator up and deal with them." He instructed the male, educated him on the headband that would render the telepath useless against him. Williams stepped forward as Muraro and straightened his suit out.

"Muraro is mine!" He called out. The soldier's all instantly responded, like dogs to their master's call. They lowered their weapons and left the Vampire and Williams in the middle of the lab floor. Williams began to look over the genetic information documented from their samples on him, the most recent ones revealing an increase in ability from the last time they had met. Williams drew a gun from inside his jacket and smirked, special "shimmering" rounds inside. "You know you can't beat me..." He laughed, as if he were simply reading the Vampire's mind. Williams lifted his gun and pulled the trigger. His expertise in marksmanship put to the test, the quick draw was aimed to hit Vitalè in the back of his wrist. With any luck if and when the bullet made contact, it would disarm the vampire.

Luka got off the roof of the car and asked if she was ok, with his breath being visible in the cold air. "You ok?" Luka asked, putting his hand on her head and his eyes shut. A little mental therapy should do the trick. You are OK. We need to focus on getting Vitale out of the prison. Luka suggested mentally. It would still hurt a little, but she wouldn't worry about it a little and her brain would be trying to make the pain non existent.

Luka let Loika stand up by herself now and ran towards the stairway that connected the sandy shore to the second level of the prison, AKA the main level for those uneducated. Luka hid behind the wall with Loika

Gunshots, which meant they were dealing with a problem when it came to their  little prisoner, who was not as weak as he had appeared. Was this Travis Masters problem? No it was not, so he would not waste his time in dealing with the problem and hope one of those potshots ended with Williams' head being removed from his shoulders. Luck however was not with him, and so he would have to deal with the damnable agent for a little while longer. Someone would come to Williams and report something, perhaps what he had seen coming before them and a smirk formed upon Travis' lips as he waited for the situation to be explained. An idea formed within his head as they said that the men were attacking each other, perhaps they were dealing with someone that had some manner of mind control or a telepath, though telepathy seemed like the most likely., telepathy and telekinesis.

Williams seemed to come to the same conclusion within a matter of moments, though who they could send to deal with that person he did not know yet. For a moment Travis would turn towards Williams, who was digging through a drawer and removed a headband. It appeared to be made of metal, but not made of any metal that he could recognize, which made him a little curious as to what it was. He stated that it was immune to to the power of the power of mutation, mostly the most annoying of them telepathy. The human would hand the piece of equipment to him without even looking his way, the male taking it and examining the headband.

A small smirk found its way onto his face as he placed the headband on his forehead, feeling it fit snugly upon his head. ”Good luck Mister Williams.” Travis said with a casual wave, considering messing with the shot that was aimed for the vampire but he had larger fish to fry than simply allowing a vampire to kill the human. Taking the elevator, he would hum silently to himself tapping his foot against the floor while the thing would ascend to where he was meet his foe. Once the thing had stopped he stepped out and yawned, stretching his extremities with loud pops. ”Now where is our special guest?” he muttered opening the front metal door and stepping out into the main level of the prison with arms clasped behind his back.

Vitalè heard the men stop and he turned, looking over his shoulder with a fixated and angry look as he glared at Williams with the glowing clock insignia upon his red glowing eyes. The once-Golcondic vampire had lost it all...lost everything in a moment because of this man's desire to study his killer instinct. It was so long ago... Vitalè had achieved Golconda, the vampiric state of transcendence, where he had mastered his hunger, no longer needing to feed as he once had, and becoming all the more powerful for it. The Godslayer slew his apprentice, and in his anger he lost control...lost his Golconda...his Nirvana. He soon learned that it was for the purposes of study... to study the hunger of the creature, his primal killing instinct...and replicate it.

"Long ago...you wished to see the killer instinct of a Golcondic vampire... and now...you shall." He said. Williams brought his hand up and fired. Vitalè was quick enough to spare his wrist and keep his hand, but his forearm wasn't as lucky. The silver bullet pierced him as if he were flesh and blood alone. He screeched, fangs flashing and eyes red as he picked up the gun and fired for Williams. His arm faltered from the wound, and his shots missed. He dropped the gun and with his vampiric speed he ran for Williams. Before he reached Williams, he jumped to add oomph to the strike down with a super powered fist and crush the man like a bug.

Loika snarled and bit the man's hand hard enough to break skin. "Touch me again and ill rip your goddamn arm off. After what you just did you're lucky you dont loose any body parts tonight."


After what he had just done she had no trust for him. One more stunt like at and she wouldnt. Hold back. She instead ignored his orders and trotted on ahead of him. She used her very keen sense if smell to sniff for professor vitale. She was so focused on the scent that she wasnt looking ahead of herself.

The shot was effective, something Williams anticipated. However it was not the shot he intended, though this could more than easily work to his advantage. The vampire charged with an inhuman speed. Williams was prepared. Several fighting styles at his disposal and the peak human physiology in all spectrums of the imagination. Alas it was not a total match for the strength and speed of the vampire. Williams saw him jump, to which he took to his advantage. The man's momentum would befall him. Rather than attempt to take the blow and exchange it, he brought his hand across and grabbed the wrist of the clenched fist as the punch came through and he stepped off to the side. Williams threw a knee up and drove it into the vampire's abdomen and twisted his twist. The momentum would (in theory) flip the vampire.

With the vampire flipped, Williams turned around and the gun fell, aimed directly at the Vampire's eyes. He pulled the trigger without hesitation, and without the thought of mercy.

Travis looked around the main floor, bright grey eyes darting about quickly as if looking for the supposed intruders. His senses were on full alert, and that meant that he would even notice the....large wolf that was trotting through the hall and moving to go right past him. ”I have....no idea whats with the large canine, but I know its not supposed to be here.” Travis noted and with a motion of his hand would would exert a telekinetic force upon it that was strong enough to force her back. He cocked his head to the side, looking around while the wolf was likely repelled, wondering something to himself. ”There's supposed to be someone else here, unless i'm dealing with a wolf with psionic capabilities. Are you a psychic dog? Because that would be adorable really.” Travis asked jokingly with a chuckle, crossing arms over his chest and perhaps waiting for something to happen from the mutt.

The wolf was pushed back and her paws slid on the floor until she dug her nails in. She struggled to walk against an invisible force. She forced her legs to move but it was like walking through molasses. She struggled to take steps until she realized it was useless. She growled at the young man as saliva dripped from her jaws. " Oh you have no idea how fucking adorable i can be." The wolf said with a snarl.

Superhuman physiology had it's grandest of benefits in times like these. True enough, Williams did not disappoint and Professor Muraro had been thrown off of his guard and flipped onto the ground. The gun was aimed and ready to fire and Vitalè has his eyes widen. A swift swipe of the hands to pull The Godslayer's legs from beneath him and hopefully disrupt the shot. Breinging his knees up to his chest and rolling back, he pressed off with his shoulders and used his feet for leverage as he shot up and hissed as he turned around, fangs bore at the man who would have shot him just moments ago.

His legs were swiped from beneath him, even his quickest draw wasn't enough to get the shot odd undisrupted. The second he was in mid fall he was formulating a quick reaction. Reflexively he fell to his back and sat up. The vampire was flashing his fangs. William's was internally grinning. It was flashy displays such as that that got one killed. William's was cold, calculating and didn't bother with showboating. He fired off a round aimed right at the vampire as he hissed, aiming to go through his maw and out the other side. With that done the Vampire would likely need a moment to proves it, and so Willaims aimed right at his kneecap, the final shot he had was launched out for knee cap of the ancient man. Williams stood up as his eyeglasses scrolled over the data from the vampire's DNA, finding a match of sorts. Williams smiled as he stood himself up and reached for the small wooden "stake" that was carved into a knife. He knew that the vampire might escape, and when has Willaims ever NOT been prepared? He took steps towards the vampire, interesting data in his glasses, and the intent to see this project through.