Project Kadmus: Subject CMLXXIV

The Doctor watched intensely as the event in the basement unfolded before his eyes. He stared unable to believe what he was seeing, his final failure was the opposite of that it was his redemption.

The cleaners were not really that strong but none the less, they were all taken out by a boy in not even five minutes. A wave of emotion rolled over him, first there was excitement. He was not hopeless, it just took alot off errors to reach this point

Then there was pride, it was his hard work that produce this soldier and this soldier descemated the cleaners. There was relief, all his hard work and those sleep less nights were not in vain. There was also a little horror seeing how easily something he made had taken life without remorse. And then there was more excitement, he couldn't wait to see what else he could do now that the council would without a doubt continue funding him. Not only that but he couldn't wait to test the limits of his new success.

"So can you explain this" asked the woman over the speakers.

He was about to answer when a thought occurred to him. He didnt really know much about these last few subjects, he left everything to Randolf more or less, he wasn't even sure which one of the serums he used for this one.

How would the council feel about this news. It's more than likely they would be infuriated, after all millions went into this project and I left it in the less than capable hands of my third-rate assistant. The smartest option was to simply not tell them. He had to lie his way out of this hole, after he was done here he would have to find Randolf but that should not really be a problem.

I smile spread across his face, "Well, this is subject CMLXXIV, he was harvested from Trenchtown in the Southern district. Nothing particularly different was done with him. I altered the formula slightly and increased the dosage, these are the only significant changes. I can write you a full and detailed report as soon as I return to my office, if you want" smiled the doctor.

"Well that is good, we look forward to even greater results. And Dr. Regor, I think we may have to reconsider the amount resources we gave you. Do you think, more drugs and more live breaches will aid in your research?" asked the woman.

"Ofcourse, the more resources we have the easier it will be and a larger room should also be beneficial"replied the doctor.

"Then consider it done, I believe that is all" said the woman as the door behind the doctor opened.

"One more thing Madam Councilwoman, if I were to get subject CMLXXIV back, I could quite easily clone you an army in less than a month. I feel like this may be slightly more efficient than making new specimens, since they had such a high mortality rate" stated the doctor, this would be beneficial to him too since it allow him to synthesize the formula from the subject's blood.

"The council will consider allowing you to clone CMLXXIV after he is done with the survivor ship test to see whether he would be viable to in the field. But in the mean time continue trying to make another successful experiment" replied a different voice over the speaker.

Why did the council lie, it was simple they wanted to save face. They could not allow for word to get out that they lost a something as important as this which they were working so hard to create, especially to the other branches of Prometheus who they were competing with for resources.

Regor left the room with haste, the passion inside him was alive once again. Now that he knew it was not all hopeless and impossible, new plans and theories flooded his mind.

This was merely the beginning for him, he faced setback but from here on it will be smooth sailing. But first and foremost he needed to find that damn Randolf and find out what exactly he altered.

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[In the council room]

The room was pitch black besides a light that hung over head. This was the council that ran this Prometheus branch, there is a total of eight members who sat in a circle around the central light.

"So that's the plan then, we will tell Titan to send out one of his elite squads to recapture our asset. Preferably alive. All in favor" asked the same voice that played across the speakers in the interrogation room. All eight members raised their hand in unison.

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[Back to the CMLXXIV]

"Hey, are you okay" a soft voice asked me. The girl reached over and opened my eyes, looking into them as if searching for something. "He might have a concussion, grandma" she said to a little old lady standing behind her. "Well that's very likely, it looks like he had a nasty fall" the old lady said walking closer to the body. "He has a much bigger problem though, look at him he's covered in blood and wounds. He will get an infection if he stays out here like that" she said shaking her head. "What do you think did this to him" she asked her grandmother.

"Well Lizzy, it is anyone's guess. It could have been any wild animal living in this forest" she said as she leaned over the body.

"Actually , it looks like a person did this. He is quite heavily armed and those look like gun shot wounds to me" she told Liz as she wondered what exactly she got herself into.

"Let's get him back home" she told her granddaughter as she grabbed one of his legs. These two were Elizabeth and Charmaine. Elizabeth was the granddaughter, she was 18 years old and was learning blacksmithing from her grand mother. She was beautiful, even though she was wearing a grease cover shirt with overalls covering them, they failed to hide her curvaceous figure. She had long black braids which had purple on the tips.

The other woman beside her was Charmaine, this woman was an excellent blacksmith and even though she was in her later years she was still one of the best in the city. Besides being a blacksmith, during the first onslaught of breaches from the portal she ended up working as a doctors assistant, and learned a little about treating injuries.

The two ladies dragged the body across the forest floor until, they were able to get proper help to bring him back to their house. Charmaine patched him up when they return hope, while doing so she say the many abrasions to his body as well as the letters CMLXXIV tattooed over his left breast. She took a guess that he was an injured Prometheus soldier who wandered away from the base or maybe he was a deserter who was tired of fighting those abominations.

Either way it didn't really matter, right now he needed to rest and she needed to get back to work. She hobbled outside of the room and went down stairs, where she resumed hammering out a sheet of metal.

[Later in the night]

Lizzy had come back to clean the boy's wounds. She removed the bandages and started to wipe the blood away. As she continued, her heart rate began to speed up, she kept going and before she knew it she was blushing like and idiot for no reason. What is wrong with me she thought to her, I am supposed to be taking care of this guy and instead I am letting my thoughts run wild. As she was reprimanding herself, she saw a finger twitch out the corner of her eye.

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My eyes shot open and I was staring at a ceiling. Why is there a roof over the jungle I thought to myself as I began to take in my surroundings. Then I saw a girl sitting over me with a bloody cloth in her hand and a sheepish smile on her face.

"Y..you are awake" she stuttered as she quickly removed her hand from my chest. I nodded my head as I sat up and tried to discern my location. She must have seen the confusion in my eyes because she quickly followed up by telling be that she and her grandmother were out for a stroll when they found me unconscious by the river and brought me back to their home to let me rest and heal up.

"Who are you" she asked me inquisitivly. I pointed at the letters written across my chest and she giggled, that's a cool tattoo but what is your name she asked again staring into my eyes. I opened my mouth to answer, and realized something shocking.

I couldn't speak, I had no idea why but I couldn't formulate any words.

I could not speak which means I couldn't tell her my name. I am --------, then an even greater mystery dawned upon me. I don't know who I am, I have absolutely no idea what my name is, or where I grew up or even who my parents are. I also have no memory what so ever of growing up.

But this was bizzar because I remember English, in fact I think I know multiple languages. I know the year as well as every country along with thier governing body pre and post apocalyptic. In fact, I know I have never been to to a class before but I knew every inch of the bodies anatomy.

I even know multiple forms of marital arts, as well as guerilla warfare and other combative techniques. I knew all of this but nothing about me as a person. It had me stumped, my earliest memory beside the inky blackness was that furnace room.

Why do I not have any memories and who the hell am I. This was a deep confliction that left me stumped.