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Cain · **08-24-2015, 05:58 PM**

A roar pierces the night air followed by the sound of boots beating pavement, a shot of a full moon shown. As the scene zooms out we see an enraged Cain with his talons dug into the throat of a young woman, her jugular spewing forth hot, sticky, crimson blood. She's still alive, but barely, dangling there in the grasp of the "Superbeast".

Suddenly, Cain is surrounded by FBI Special Forces agents, hundreds of red dots covering his body. He looks around at the sea of agents, a veritable army of men and women training their weapons on the immortal.[/i]

"Drop the girl, Cain!"

His identity is known now, following the incident with the orangutan. The rage burning in his red eyes can't or won't be quelled by what he sees as empty threats. No. He does drop the girl though. He drops her now dead body and charges at the agents, hacking and slashing. Bloodspray staining the camera lens.

"Red team! Open fire now!"

The night is illuminated by gunfire and Cain grunts as the first shots hit him. But this monster, this demon, he just keeps coming like a freight train. Blood sprayed from Cain's body as the bullets pierced his flesh, but he continued tearing into their fragile human forms. The commander barks another order.

"Blue team, take his legs out! Immobilize this mother fucker! Stop him!"

Heads flew through the air as Cain ripped through his assailants, bodies piling up as high as a small hill. A single arrow pierced his left knee and suddenly we hear a sound...

Beepbeepbeepbeep..

A red light blinks on the end of the arrow and suddenly...BOOM!!! Cain's form is seen flying through the air, sans his left leg. The remaining members of the special forces stepped over Cain, his prone form lifeless...unmoving. He was ...dead...

"Agent Biggs, it's done. We've destroyed the Superbeast.."

A young cadet taps his commander on the shoulder.

"Ummm...commander?"

Commander Wedge turns to his cadet, as he hears a click behind him. Before he has time to react...BANG! The young cadet's face is covered in skull fragments and brain matter as he sees Cain sitting up with a Riot Gun pointed right at him.

"Fuck!"

Click.

Click.

Click.

Cain sneers as he chokes on blood, the sticky substance dripping down his chin. He throws the Riot Gun off to the side and to the young cadet's suprise he stands....on one leg.

The Last Son of Eden hops forward on one leg and raises his clawed hand high, about to end the rookies life. Suddenly...swooooooosh BANG!!! BOOM!!!

The cadet flew backwards as Cain flew to pieces. Nothing was blown to smithereens but the body parts were all separated from each other. His black heart lays there on the ground, the camera panning up from it to the last three cadets left alive.

The one with the rocket launcher looks at the youngest cadet, Private Maeda. He grins.

"What'd I tell ya, Maeda? He CAN be destroyed! I blew that bastard to pieces!"

Maeda shakes her head as she looks at the destruction wrought by the Superbeast. She really can't believe that one being could be so powerful as to cause this much loss of human life. The large black man speaking to her, John Barrett, calls in the kill on his radio.

"We got em'. Kill confirmed, boss. What do you want us to do with the remains?"

"Bring them back to the compound, Barrett."

"But...boss...*sighs* ...fine. Yes ma'am."

Back at the Morgue

A morgue. The camera pans over the shattered remains of the Last Son of Eden. The only thing missing amongst it all is his black heart.

Enter a young woman in teal green scrubs. Her face covered in a surgical mask, brown eyes focused on the monster laid out before her. She examines the remains for a moment before speaking into a tape recorder.

"Subject is completely destroyed, heart is missing. Body exhibits heavy ballistics damage. Hands...his hands look like talons. Covered in blood. Further testing will most likely prove that said blood is not his own. Subject showing no signs of molecular regeneration. This is good. Miss Temura will be pleased."

Whoosh!

Futuristic door opens and a tall white man with long white hair and green eyes enters. He is clean shaven and dressed in black leather. Black slacks, black button up shirt. His expression unchanging, he looks at the dead Cain and shakes his head.

"This is the Superbeast?"

She nods as she feverishly works at cutting the dead tissue from the bloodied remains of Cain, disposing of it in a nearby bio hazard container.

"Yes. Mistress reported that he took out two thirds of the FBI Special Forces single handedly."

"Hmrf...doesn't look so tough to me. I bet he just got lucky."

He stated calmly as he turned the monster's head from side to side. Suddenly, he gasped and pulled his hand back.

"Fuck!'

"Be careful, Abel! His teeth are as sharp as a shark's!"

Abel growled.

"So I see. No matter. Mother wants his remains cremated. All except for the heart. She wants it as a trophy. Do you understand, Katherine?"

Katherine nodded her head. Deep down, she wanted to study the Superbeast for science. But she had to follow the mistress' orders. She knew this, or else she'd be the next one on that table. Abel pressed her again with the question.

"Do you understand, Katherine?"

"Yessir."

Abel nodded his head and calmly stepped out of the room, Katherine turning back to the body of Cain. Still motionless, as she'd guessed(hoped). The scene slowly faded to black.

Later on that night.

Thump thump...

thump thump...

Abel tossed and turned in his bed as he heard the sound of a heartbeat deep in his mind. Make no mistake about it though, this is not his own heartbeat. His hand throbbed as well as the bite on the tip of his finger pulsated. Sweat poured down his forehead, moonlight making him glisten.

He could still smell it in his nostrils. The smell of burning flesh. Suddenly, the window to his balcony swung open and he saw it standing there. A shadowy figure of a man stood there, it's glowing red eyes focused on him. He now sat, frozen in fear.

A red aura rose from the shadowy figure as it chuckled.

"I once knew a man named Abel, you know. Nice kid. Spoiled brat, yes?"

Abel placed his hand on the pommel of a katana he kept near his bed.

"Who-...what are you?"

"Pshaw. Such a perfect physical specimen yet so damned stupid. Don't you understand, Abel? Your mother? She had me destroyed, or so she thought. But what she doesn't understand is that while my body may be able to die, this spirit of mine cannot. Noone understands that. Hell, if I could roll my eyes right now..."

The young man in the bed sprung into action, lunging at the shadowy figure of Cain. Cain, however, simply laughed as the katana passed through him as if he were smoke. However, he struck Abel in the face and sent him flying into the mirror behind his bed. Glass flew everywhere as Abel slumped to the floor, his long white hair covering his face.

"What the hell do you want with me?! It was my mother who had you destroyed! And how the hell can you touch me, Cain? You're merely a shadow!"

Cain knew better. Cain could smell the young man's fear, and the truth was? He was empowered by it. He stalked toward Abel and grabbed him by the throat, slamming the bloodied man against the wall. Abel struggled a bit as the shadow got closer to his face.

"So your stupid bitch of a mother actually believes that I would allow anyone to destroy me? That I didn't have a plan? Hah. You're just as naive as she is, Abel. Now you see, in order for me to become a beast once again, I'm going to need a body. I was getting tired of my old one anyway. After all, it was over two thousand years old. Unfortunately, it has to be a blood descendent... Hmmm...now where am I going to get a blood descendent?"

Abel laughed, coughing up a bit of blood.

"Guess...*coughs *... Guess you're screwed there. You're the last one of your bloodline..."

"Nu uh...sorry to break your heart..
...son."

"Wait....what?! No...nonono...N-"

Try as he might, he couldn't hold his breath. The smokey shadow began invading his lungs as Cain's image began to show in his "son's" eyes. Abel yelled out in agony as his innards began to move around, ribcage stretching and snapping then instantly healing along with the cuts on his back. Suddenly...Abel laughed maniacally.

"Wellllll now...it's a bit of a tight fit, but the price was right."

Cain was reborn...not reinvented. Not repackaged. But the Last Son of Eden was reborn. Reawakened. A montage of scenes can be seen flashing across the screen in black and white, the only color in each scene red blood from his latest victims. We are shown a mansion against the backdrop of a blood moon, then the scene flashes and we see...

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