Chapter 12: The Scientific Experiment
Mike’s world darkened the moment he was captured. The man he had once been no longer existed. The Black Angel had done his part, dragging Mike into the depths of a hidden world—one that had always been concealed from him. After a night of brutal training and a trail of blood, Mike found himself unwittingly thrust into a much darker game.
The Black Angel, a master of manipulation and secrecy, had orchestrated this moment, leading Mike into the hands of people far more dangerous than the criminal underworld he had already known. This wasn’t the first time Mike had been placed in a chamber, but it was different this time. Cold steel walls surrounded him, and the only light flickered like the last remnants of hope. Scientists, faceless and emotionless, stood by with instruments of unimaginable precision—tools designed to break both body and spirit. Mike didn’t know what they planned, but he knew it would change everything.
The experiments were unrelenting. Mike’s body endured countless injections, tests that burned through his veins, manipulating his very DNA. Scientists had transformed him, turning him into something more—a perfect hunter, a weapon so lethal that no one would dare stand in his way.
They changed his form. His bones stretched, his muscles tightened, and his skin darkened. He had been tall and lean before, but now, his body was monstrous—6'5" of raw, sinewy strength, his limbs long and more powerful than ever. His skin had deepened into a night-black hue, as though the darkness itself had seeped into his very pores. His eyes, once a deep brown, now glowed red—molten, burning with an unnatural fury.
The most disturbing change, however, were the talons. His hands were now tipped with razor-sharp claws, each one longer than a knife, capable of rending flesh and bone with terrifying ease. His senses were heightened beyond human limits—he could track the faintest movements in the air, hear the smallest sounds from miles away.
But perhaps the most terrifying transformation was his regeneration. Mike could heal from almost any wound, his body repairing itself at a rate faster than the eye could comprehend. No injury was permanent; nothing could stop him.
Mike was no longer human. He was a beast, created by the very hands that sought to control him. Yet, in this cold, sterile chamber, he found himself free—unwittingly reborn as the perfect predator, ready to hunt and destroy anyone who stood in his way.
The scientists watched, fascinated by the results, unaware that their experiment had birthed something they could never control. The Black Angel had seen potential in Mike, and now, the High Rise Devil had one more tool to wield.
Mike’s Power
Mike awoke in a stark, sterile room. The walls were white, and the floor gleamed with clinical precision. A bed, a small table, and a solitary chair were the only signs of habitation. He lay still for a moment, absorbing the cold, lifeless atmosphere that surrounded him. This wasn’t the same laboratory he had been confined to before. It felt worse—like a containment cell, built for someone like him. He could feel the power coursing through his new form—the hunger for violence and dominance gnawing at his consciousness.
He had been in the chamber for days, maybe weeks. Time no longer mattered. His new form—tall, dark-skinned, with vicious talons—felt alien, but undeniably powerful. The scientists, his captors, had pushed him beyond human potential. Now, they were about to test just how far they had taken him.
The door to the cell slid open. A low growl echoed in the otherwise silent room. A massive lion, its golden mane shimmering under the harsh light, was shoved inside. Its eyes locked onto Mike immediately, sizing him up, sensing the new predator in the room.
The lion roared, its growl reverberating off the white walls. It bared its teeth and moved slowly toward Mike. The two creatures, both embodiments of power, stood face to face. Mike’s red eyes gleamed with a primal rage that the lion seemed to recognize. This was no ordinary man. This was a monster.
The lion lunged. Its muscles rippled with terrifying speed and strength, but Mike was faster. With a single, swift motion, he raised his arm, and his talons tore through the air. The claws raked through the lion’s throat in an instant, cutting the animal’s roar short. The beast collapsed to the ground with a heavy thud, its blood splattering across the sterile floor.
Mike stood over the fallen creature, his breath steady as he surveyed the kill. The lion, once the king of the jungle, was now a lifeless heap at his feet.
The scientists watched through a hidden observation window, their faces a mix of awe and unease. Mike’s transformation had surpassed their wildest expectations. But for him, this was just another test—a demonstration of his new abilities. His strength, his claws, his lethal precision had made him something far beyond human. The experiments had succeeded, but what no one had anticipated was that Mike wasn’t just a weapon—he was becoming a force of nature. A force that could never be contained, never controlled.
The Black Angel’s Justice
The apartment was a desolate wreck. Shattered glass, overturned furniture, and the stench of alcohol and despair filled the air. The cries of a woman and her children had echoed through these walls far too often, ignored by the world outside. But tonight, someone had heard.
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The Black Angel entered silently, his presence like a shadow that crept into the room unnoticed until it was too late. He had been watching, waiting for the right moment—when the abuser, the so-called man of the house, would be alone. The wife and her children were gone for the night, sent away for safety, unaware of the reckoning about to unfold.
The man sat on a stained couch, a half-empty bottle of whiskey dangling from his hand. His curses filled the air as he muttered about his wife’s supposed failures, oblivious to the figure now standing in the doorway.
“You think you’re a man?” The Black Angel’s voice was cold, steady, and cutting.
The abuser snapped his head up, startled. “Who the hell are you? Get out of my house!” he shouted, rising unsteadily to his feet.
The Black Angel stepped forward, his dark eyes glinting with barely restrained fury. “A man protects his family. A man lifts them up, not tears them down. You’re no man. You’re a coward.”
The abuser swung the bottle wildly, but the Black Angel caught his wrist with inhuman speed, twisting it until the man howled in pain. The bottle shattered on the floor as the abuser fell to his knees, his bravado crumbling in the face of the predator standing before him.
“Please, I’ll change! I’ll stop!” the man pleaded, trembling.
The Black Angel’s expression was unreadable. “Your words are as empty as the promises you made. I’ve seen what you’ve done. Their bruises, their scars. You think you deserve another chance? You’ve had plenty.”
The man’s pleas turned into screams as the Black Angel exacted his judgment. Each strike was precise, calculated—painful lessons that mirrored the suffering he had inflicted on his family. The man’s cries echoed in the room, but no one came to his aid.
When the screams faded to silence, the Black Angel stood over the broken body, his breathing even and controlled. Blood pooled around the man’s form, and the room was now a grisly testament to the cost of cruelty.
Before leaving, the Black Angel scrawled a message on the wall in crimson letters: “No forgiveness for those who harm the innocent.”
As the Black Angel disappeared into the night, the apartment remained silent. Somewhere, a mother and her children were safe, free from the chains of fear. And somewhere else, the legend of the Black Angel grew darker, more terrifying, as his crusade against evil continued.
Weakness
Mike had long since realized that his newfound power was a curse disguised as a blessing. Each day spent in the cold, sterile laboratory chipped away at his humanity, leaving behind a monster forged from pain and manipulation. His body was stronger, faster, and deadlier than anything he had ever been, but it came with a heavy toll. He could feel the hunger gnawing at him constantly—a need to destroy, to dominate, to hunt. The Black Angel had given him a gift, but it was one that came with no way out.
He could still hear the lion’s last gurgling breath echoing in his mind. The way its body crumpled beneath him, lifeless and defeated. For a moment, as he stood over the creature, there was a flicker of doubt—a question that danced in the back of his mind, buried beneath layers of instinct and rage. Was this all he was now? A beast, a killer, nothing more than the sum of his mutations?
But the answer didn’t matter. It never did. Because in the end, Mike had been made to be the perfect predator, and predators didn’t question their instincts.
Another door slid open, and two more figures entered the room—this time, humans. They were both wearing lab coats, but they were different from the scientists who had been observing him before. These men were larger, their demeanor colder, more calculating. One of them carried a tablet in his hand, his eyes scanning it intently.
“Test subject 0421,” the man with the tablet said in a matter-of-fact tone. “Initial results show complete success in physical transformations. We’re pushing the boundaries of human biology here, but the mental and emotional shifts are proving more unpredictable.”
Mike stood silent, his sharp eyes following every movement. He didn’t need to ask what they were saying. He already knew. They had created something in him that they couldn’t control, something beyond their understanding. And that uncertainty scared them.
“Are we proceeding with the next phase?” the second man asked, his voice low, barely above a whisper.
The first man nodded, his finger tapping against the screen of the tablet. “Yes. It’s time to see just how far we can push this. Get the containment unit ready.”
Mike’s muscles tensed involuntarily at the mention of containment. He wasn’t a lab rat anymore; he was something far worse. Something they didn’t even fully understand.
The second man turned to him, a smirk creeping across his face. “Ready to show us what you can really do, 0421?”
Mike didn’t respond. He didn’t have to. His red eyes gleamed, burning with an intensity that made the men take a step back. He was done being a puppet, done being their experiment. They had made him into something monstrous, but they had also awakened something in him—a will to break free.
With a sudden, terrifying roar, Mike surged forward, his talons flashing in the dim light. The men barely had time to react. In one fluid motion, Mike slashed through the air, his claws cutting through the air with the precision of a blade. The man with the tablet crumpled to the ground, his body torn apart before he even had a chance to scream.
The second man scrambled to escape, but Mike was faster. His powerful legs propelled him forward, his talons sinking into the man’s throat before he could make it to the door. Blood spilled across the floor as Mike’s grip tightened, suffocating the life out of the man with cold efficiency.
The laboratory was silent again, save for the faint hum of the machines that had once been his prison. Mike stood over the two lifeless bodies, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. It was done. They were done.
His eyes scanned the room, now devoid of life, and for the first time since his transformation, he felt something that wasn’t rage or hunger—he felt... free. In that moment, Mike realized that no matter what they had made him into, no matter how far they had pushed him, they had failed to break him. He was more than just their creation. He was something greater.
The Black Angel had seen his potential, but Mike had taken that potential and made it his own. He had become his own weapon now, no longer a tool to be wielded by others. He was no longer part of their experiments, their games. He was something entirely new.
The door to the laboratory remained open, leading to an unknown world beyond. But Mike knew that whatever awaited him, he was ready. He had been forged in the flames of cruelty, but now, he was the fire itself.
His path was clear. The Black Angel had awakened him, and now, Mike would burn everything in his way.