20 years ago stood a time where the first advanced humans were born.
They were better, more accurate and more efficient than every other human put together.
Estimations said that they had a potential intelligence of up to 10%+.
That was until the incident.
These specified humans who had claimed this power had unprecedented side effects.
Green eyes, a fair snare and many other odd traits were quickly observed by these superhuman within two weeks.
The symbiote used in testing for this super humans were not fully tested before active use.
These superhuman began to find it difficult to socialise and soloquising became a usual to each.
One of the superhumans was brought in for testing.
Strange symptoms and effects were quickly observed by all the scientists present.
This had to be stopped before it became a pandemic.
"At least it is not proven to be communicable", one of the scientists quietly spoke to Fred.
The news didn't seem to enlighten him.
He looked at these superhumans each day and watch them lose a bit of humanity each passing hour.
They still had their intelligence but lost their humanity.
"Is it truly worth it?", Fred thought as he stared blankly at the superhuman banging loudly at the see-through glass.
He still sighed in relief that the virus hadn't been proven communicable and so, it couldn't become a pandemic.
Still, they couldn't take the risk.
Thousands of search units were brought in everyday to gather as many superhumans as were dispersed into humanity.
Weeks became months, months became years.
Still no records of any transference.
The same 100+ patients that were sent in were exactly the same number that were brought back.
After six years, all were finally gathered.
Fred rose to his feet as he witnessed what seemed to be the final batch of superhumans just quietly assemble themselves in their cages with guards circling them all holding electric guns.
"Is that all?", Fred asked the man who sat at the drivers seat of the van.
"I think so", was replied by the driver still in seat.
Fred smiled.
The situation didn't escalate and nothing seemed to have gone wrong.
No transfer, and no case of murder or deaths.
An antidote was then required.
Quickly and surely in order to prevent any further condolences.
Beep Beep Beep
A red line run through a monitor and gently lit up the dark room.
A man dressed in all white covered by a cover-all stood beside the monitor carefully observing a figment that laid on the table in front of him.
The substance was strange, absolutely unseen and unobserved from anyone else around the world.
It was slimy with a glowing appearance and seemed to be emitting some form of radiation.
The man who observed it always claimed that the little lump of matter was capable of solving all the human deficiencies.
Finally, the dark night cleared and gave way to day.
The man who stood inside the room calmly stepped outside in an abondoned wasteland to witness the absolute silence.
He sighed.
Four years of study still made no promise in cracking the code to what he so goaled for.
He still hadn't been able to solve that lump of matter that he stared at every night.
The disaster that sprung out about thirty years ago still gave him goose bumps any time he thought of it.
He sighed as he stared ahead of himself to an incoming van.
In an instant, the red van drove in and parked right next to the man.
A crazed mad man that wore slightly blue and cracked googles came down from the van.
He smirked once he saw his compatriote.
"Well how do you do", the crazed man looked at him with feathered looks.
Rezel, the man who supposedly discovered the symbiote he studied every night looked below the crazed man instead of directly at him, thereby, completely ignoring the intended handshake.
He didn't seem impressed.
He quickly raised his gaze directly back at the man and queried.
"Did you bring the goods?".
The man didn't reply but instead turned around and brought out a white suitcase from the back of the van.
The suitcase looked rusted with a lion head attached to the back of the suitcase.
A grin appeared on the face of Rezel.
He swiftly grabbed the suitcase from the hand of the man and opened it.
Five red liquids in sealed cylinders rested on the body of the suitcase.
Exactly as the man had requested.
He was so close to achieving his aim.
He closed back up the suitcase and walked back to the abondoned shack.
The man who handed him the suitcase entered back into the van and quickly drove off without getting seriously attached to Rezel.
Rezel twenty years ago was awarded as the best scientist in the world at that time.
To quickly find an antidote for the superhuman raid, the World Union requested that he be the one to find the antidote for the superhuman case.
In no time at all, an antidote was discovered for the virus and it worked like a charm.
Rezel was praised and awarded.
He felt the need that the idea of superhumans was not a bad idea but it was done in the hands of the wrong people.
He swiftly isolated himself from the rest of the world to concentrate solely on finding a way to evolve humans.
He put trades with rivals in order to get the required equipment to carry out the experiment.
He has been living in that shack for about a year looking for a way to evolve humans better than what was done years ago.
The symbiote that was always kept in a glass container showed signs of changes as days passed by.
Maybe due to the radiation or what not, but Rezel always felt like things began to go wrong whenever he stood near to the symbiote.
It didn't grow room for concern as nothing of great impetus ever unfolded as he stared at the red symbiote all night long.
'Handing over the idea of this symbiote to a single man might have been too much to ask', Rezel thought as once again he sat, staring at the symbiote.
Bum Bum Bum
A knock immediately made him turn his attention.