Lovers of Myth

Walls of Lonsdaleite, a substance stronger than diamond, stood on the inside of the Ollphéist Prison walls like a shimmering barrier of overspent budgets. On the outside it looked like a dilapidated stone castle, but inside was one of the strongest underground beast labs on planet Earth. Scientists from all over the globe, madmen, were hired to perform their experiments against society in this very place. Plagues? They recreate them. Clones? Child’s play. Airborne diseases that can track down certain bloodlines? Soon enough they would have weapons no one could see but everyone would witness.

Amid torture, I mean scientific breakthroughs, more than two dozen beasts of different shapes and sizes were held captive. Beings not of this world, the human realm of overplayed catastrophes. These mutants, gods, and goddesses, were being collected like a hobby gone rancid. Who’s idea was it to keep extremely all-knowing and inhumanly strong beings in one place? Shh, don’t question this. This one thing, just look away.

A god that could shift into any animal and lift a skyscraper off the ground like flicking a toothpick. A woman who could read minds and levitate, control your limbs with one thought your way. A being that looks like a child but erupts in literal hellfire when he’s pushed too far. To question how they were caught would be seen as a traitorous curiosity, a death sentence. Besides, why worry over such things? They’re already here.

Impressive creatures, things of nightmares and religion, but unable to be controlled by humans. In this way, they were all useless wastes of taxpayer's money. Now calm down, you and I both know that’s not really a concern of these madmen. No, to waste time and money is their job in a way. No pain, no gain. All in all, they were all interesting enough to be kept locked away from society. Besides, what would happen if they were freed? Could they be trusted to leave peacefully after being hostages for centuries? Watching others be tortured and maimed for the sake of the betterment of humankind?

One behemoth stood at the top of the pyramid compared to the rest. With a slightly humanoid figure, he was as tall as an old Oak but appeared to be able to shrink his figure. They stuck him in a room that forced him to stay in a minuscule form of eight feet tall and thick as a mountain. Eyes resembling burning coals within its skull made even the toughest guards hesitate to go near it. Dark blue skin, hard as rock and rough as gravel, covered thick muscles that seemed to grow when he was angered. His hair was more human, soft as onyx silk. He was an anomaly, but his appearance wasn’t why they wanted him.

He was, as far as they could tell, indestructible. Bullets, knives, bombs, and things even the government kept in the dark. Nothing hurt him. That also meant every experiment done on him was a great, spectacular waste of material and time. Why were they still so stuck on him? It? Whatever you call it, they had their cards all in on this one.

To put it simply, out of all their test subjects, he was the only one that might be useable in a war. He would be a giant, a tank if it consumed a million other tanks. He didn’t fight anyone, hurt anyone, or even argue with his captors though. To be fair he didn’t socialize with any of the other beings when given the chance either.

He refused to speak with anyone, even those who helped to care for him. There was no traditional family or friends for any of the creatures, but their basic needs were met. Except for affection, which the scientists and guards almost seemed to lack as well. Compassion was lost on them all as they dragged their test subjects through hell one day only to do it all again the next. They all knew the end game, what they were getting paid for.

Find the most useful creature, then kill the rest. They were honing in on this one beast, but if he couldn’t communicate then he would be useless. Even a mindless killing machine needed to be able to communicate coordinates, yes or no, simple things.

Truthfully they were making excuses to bide their time. Even if he was the perfect soldier they needed to know his weaknesses. He couldn't be freed of his prison room unless they knew how to flatline him if the need arose.

The investors wanted results. Videos of a blue behemoth lazing about weren't very entertaining or promising either. The damned creature wouldn't do anything but stand around all day and look at the walls. The very few times over his captivity that they got a reaction from him were rare and barely a fleeting huff here or there. They needed more to work with. A soft spot.

It didn't help that everyone they brought in was of the same line of families. Old scientists with little to no desire to waste time talking to a test subject. They had to rethink their approach or the whole operation was going to go down the shitter.