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By: Mark Joseph Chamberlin. Story Inspired by Robert Leon Klish
By: Mark Joseph Chamberlin. Story Inspired by Robert Leon Klish
By: Mark Joseph Chamberlin. Story Inspired by Robert Leon Klish
As Jack Samuels died, they all hoped they had seen the last of Jack Samuels and
his chemical. The story began on a cold October 1 morning, as tall elderly blue-eyed man
in black pants and a white lab coat with the name “Jack Samuels” on the grey nametag
approached the door with the words “Authorized Personal Only” on the door. As the door
opened, the interior of the lab’s walls and ceiling were white as fresh coat of snow with
tons of lab equipment scattered all over the room. He walked to a table near the lab door
and retrieved a white container with a biohazard sign on the side. When he had retrieved
the container, he heard footsteps down the hallway. “After years of research and
development, I will not let the Super Gene Therapy Corporation take my life’s research
away. Not now, not ever!” Unfortunately, the footsteps that he had heard earlier got
closer to the lab door. “Crap, the raiding party is already here. I refuse to let those a-holes
get my research that I have spent eighty-four years of my life! I have spent too much time
on this just to lose it all to them now! Jared, I’m sorry that we have been so distant, but it
has been for good reasons.” As Jack Samuels moves toward the lab door, he muttered
something not audible as three men dressed in black military uniforms armed with sub-
machine guns burst through the door and yelled “Hands behind your head and get on
floor now!” When he refused to hand over the container on the table, the three soldiers
opened fired on Jack Samuels and accidently hit the container. As the soldiers finished
firing, the bullet hole ridden container began to pour out a thick orange gas from the
container. Within minutes of exposure to the gas, Jack Samuels’s upper torso became
more muscular due to a sudden increase of muscle mass and grew a third eye on his
shoulder. Jack hollered out, “Ooh, so this is what power feels like. I wished I had this
kind of power years ago!” When the soldiers saw he was mutating, one of soldiers said to
the others “Oh shit, this is bad. What is going on here?” Then another soldier said, “We
better call for reinforcements before this gets out of hand.” “It already is out hand you
moron,” said another. Within seconds, one of the soldiers pulled out a radio from his
pocket and said “Echo 1, we he have a situation.” “Alpha 1, I hear you loud and clear.
What is your situation?” replied the voice from the radio. “We’ve got a confirmed hostile.
Requesting for backup Echo 1!” said the solider. “Roger that Alpha 1. I am sending
Within ten minutes of the three soldiers infiltrated Jack’s Samuel’s private
laboratory, fifty additional men dressed in black military uniforms armed with medium
machine guns arrived in a black helicopter as Jack fled deeper within the laboratory. An
elderly man with brown eyes wearing a green military uniform with the name “General
Maize” said “what’s the situation here soldier?” Then one of the soldiers answered “bad
sir.” “What were your orders?” ask General Maize. “We had received orders from HQ to
infiltrate the private laboratory of Dr. Jack Samuels and retrieve all samples of his latest
but kill him and tried retrieve the chemical.” Then General Maize replied “Well
obviously you dumb***es screw it up. Jesus Christ, do I have to hold your hand. *sighs*
Jesus Christ, kill this SOB and make sure to bring that “thing” dead or alive back to HQ
for analysis. Make sure there is something left for the undertaker squad to bring back this
time when they arrive.” After he was finished, the fifty-three soldiers open fired on Jack
Samuels with their Squad automatic weapons. After the soldiers finished unloading
several clips of ammo on their SAWs, some of the soldiers stood there in horror as Jack
Samuels’s face and skull descended into front of his chest while his fingers of his right
hand sprout into massive talons comprised of bone. Two extra limbs also develop lateral
to his abdomen underneath his original arms and a new exposed skull grows to take the
place of his former. Jack Samuels screamed out at the top of his lungs “HAHAHA, the
crowd and stopped a familiar face. “Oh, there is a familiar face. General Maize, I am so
glad that you could join us. Now you shall witness the ultimate bio-weapon at work!”
When General Maize saw that the soldier’s guns had no effect on the mutated Jack
to kill this “thing.” Bring in the portable missile launchers in.” Then the general motioned
at a nearby soldier to call in the portable missile launchers. The soldier replied, “Yes sir,
right away.” Within minutes of him that he had called in the order, a personal transport
vehicle with several men armed with Man-portable air-defense systems. When General
Maize motioned to the soldiers, the soldiers fired their missiles at Jack Samuels. The
soldiers from the personal transport vehicle fired their missile launchers at Jack.
Unfortunately, when the fireball and dust cleared, Jack Samuels revealed that he had shed
all of his skin and was eight feet tall, while hundreds of spike-like projections rise
prominently into a top from a point in his upper left part of his chest; the face of Jack
Samuels began to merge and fade into his belly. Out fear, the soldiers opened fire with
their again on Jack Samuels hoping they could kill him. Unfortunately, yet again they
failed, as Jack Samuels’s extra arms became fully functional limbs with sharp talons and
horn grew from his head. One of the soldiers then said “What **** is this god damn
thing?” General Maize replied, “It is the ultimate biological weapon known to man. That
After five minutes of the soldiers were firing at Jack Samuels, General Maize
screamed at the top of his lungs “God damn it, why is not dead! I want this SOB dead
now! Someone contact Home Land Security to elevate it to DEFCON 3.” One of the
soldiers replied, “Please settle down general, you are just overreacting. We do not have to
elevate it DEFCON 3. We’ll kill it.” Then General Maize screamed, “Overreacting! You
are a slimy piece of shit. Drop and give me a 100 NOW soldier and get the hell out my
sight! Now does anyone else want to piss me off? Good. I want a B-2 bomber armed a b-
83 nuke dropped on this god damn mother****er ASAP!” Then one of soldiers pulled
out a radio and requested the airstrike. Within minutes of soldier calling in the airstrike,
USAF B-2 appeared in the horizon in the drop zone and dropped a B-83 nuke on Jack
Samuels. As the B-83 nuke bomb fell on Jack Samuels, he yelled at the top of his lungs
“Ha, you think a measly nuke will kill me? You are all pathetic! You are all bunch of
pathetic bastards! I will never die!” When the B-83 nuke exploded, a massive fireball
consumed Jack Samuels. As the fireball disappeared and the dust cleared, General Maize
in absolute shock saw that he had survived the bomb. As Jack Samuels stood up, dark
tendrils emerge from his back to form webbed-claw-shaped wings. Then he yelled out to
General Maize “Is that all you have Maize? You are so pathetic! You are no challenge at
all!” As General Maize stood there in horror, he screamed at the top of his lungs toward a
nearby soldier, “I want everyone to evacuate the area immediately! I want all available B-
2s armed with B-83 nukes NOW!” He then motioned to a nearby solider to call in the
order. The Soldier replied, “Not possible sir. Headquarters is not allowing you to utilize
all available bombers. They can only spare two more bombers armed with B-83 nukes.”
General Maize retorted, “God damnit, fine! Tell those idiots to send those two bombers
now! I want the whole area evacuated now.” Within three minutes, two B-2s arrived in
the horizon. Jack Samuels bellowed at General Maize who was escaping on the personal
transport vehicle, “Ooh, I am not afraid of your stupid nukes general. I am only fighting
back, because you and your damn cronies had to interfere in my precious research. If you
had not interfered with my research, this would not have to happen. I would have made
millions of dollars off this chemical!” General Maize argued, “Yah right Samuel. You
cannot be trusted. If we had not interfered, you would have been able to continue your
research and eventually use this bio-weapon to kill us all! Anyways, your precious
research belongs to the Super Gene Therapy Corporation. As General Maize finished, the
B-2s dropped several B-83 nukes on Jack Samuels. “YOU REALLY THINK THESE
NUKES ARE GOING TO KILL ME. HA. YOU ARE PATHETIC. YOU ALL ARE A
BUNCH OF PATHETIC ***!” Just as Samuel almost finished, the B-83 nukes collided
with thousand feet away from their target. When the dust finally cleared, the only thing
left of Jack Samuels was a large mutilated mutated corpse. As General Maize finished, a
white truck with the words “CDC” arrived at the crater where Samuel’s lifeless body laid.
Then several men in full hazardous suits emerged from the truck with a large black body
bag. One of men declared in a loud voice, “Alright boys, lets get this thing back to
Victoria Public Morgue ASAP!” Afterward, a couple of the men placed his mutated body
into the body bag and zipped it up. Then they placed the body bag into the truck and
One hour later, the white truck arrived at the Victoria Public Morgue and a group
of men with a black body bag entered the morgue. “Well doc, we got a big one for you
examine today,” said Jared. “Oh joy. How big are we talking about?” replied the doctor?
“Just take a look for your self doc,” retorted Jared. “No, No, I take your word that.
Thanks, I’m probably not going to enjoy this one damn bit.” mumbling to himself. Soon
after, Doctor Adams placed the body bag on a gurney and wheeled it into the examination
room. “We leave it to you doctor,” said Jared. Moments later, he pulled out a voice
recorder from the pocket of his lab coat and pressed record. “The body arrived in a black
body bag. When my examination began, subject was not wearing any clothes. Subject’s
upper torso has an increase in muscle mass. Two large tumors like eyeballs are on the
upper right arm and the upper left leg. The fingers of subject’s hands are massive talons.
Massive webbed-claw-shaped wings have grown from his back. Subject also apparently
has four faces. Name of subject is Jack Carter Samuel. The Patient is a white fifty two
year old male weighing at about 500 pounds. The subject is barely recognizable due to
the extensive damage from the B-83 nukes. ” Then Doctor Adams stopped the voice
recorder and placed Jack Samuels’s body on a cadaver dissection table. Then he took a
scalpel from table full of various tools and made a large and deep Y-shaped incision
starting at the top of each shoulder and running down the front of the chest, meeting at
the lower point of the sternum. Doctor Adams then made a T-shaped incision made from
the tips of both shoulder, in a horizontal line across the region of the collarbones to meet
at the sternum in the middle and a single vertical cut in the middle of the neck and pulled
away the flaps of skin to reveal the ribcage. *sighs* “Oh ****it Jesus Christ this smells
bad. Oh well. A job is a job I guess.” Afterward he took an electric saw from the table of
tools and cut open the chest cavity. Then he removed all of internal organs from the chest
cavity and weighed on a scale near the table of tools. After Doctor Adams had removed
the internal organs, he took another scalpel from the table of tools and cut into scalp.
Once he was finished cutting into scalp, Doctor Adams pulled away the flaps of skin to
reveal the skull. “God, this is disgusting. What the hell happen to this guy” Doctor
Adams said to himself. “I’m going take a short ten minute break before I puke!”
Ten minutes later, Doctor Adams returned from his break and used an electric saw
to cut open the skull. After a few seconds, he was able lift the piece of skull away to
reveal Jack Samuels’s mutated brain. “Oh shit! Is this his brain? Damn it this is so nasty.”
Afterward he pulled out the brain and placed it on a scale. Then he pulled out his voice
recorder and pressed record. “Weight of the subject’s brain is three thousand three
hundred and three grams and two thousand grams over normal limits. I will preserve the
brain for father inspection. The weight of the subject’s heart is about four hundred grams.
Next, the weight of subject’s right lung is about six hundred and thirty grams and the left
lung is about seven hundred and ten grams. The esophagus and stomach are normal in
appearance without any evidence of ulcers or varices. The stomach contains eight
hundred milliliters, but without any evidence of any pills or other non-foodstuff material.
The liver weighs two thousand eight hundred and fifty grams. The spleen is large
weighing three hundred forty grams, but I have not found any abnormally large lymph
nodes in this autopsy. The adrenal glands are in the normal position and weigh eight
grams on the right and eleven point six grams on the left.” Afterward Doctor Adams
pressed stop on his voice recorder and placed it in the pocket of his lab coat. At that
moment, he mumbled to himself “God I’m glad that’s over with now. I hope I don’t have
to examine him again.” Then he placed Jack’s body on a gurney and wheeled it off into
the corner.
After Doctor Adams was finished wheeling the gurney into the corner he said
“How long have you been standing there Jared? You know your not suppose to be in here
while I am performing an autopsy. You know that!” Jared replied, “You are not
performing autopsy. It looks like you’re done with my brother.” Dr. Adams interjected,
“Hold it, did you say this was your brother?” Jared responded, “Yah, he is my older
brother. I thought you saw the resemblance.” “Not really. Dude what the hell happened to
your brother?” replied Dr. Adams. “By the looks of things, he must have been mutated by
his latest project, Project GENE. If he is mutated like this, then it looks like the Super
Gene Therapy Corporation must have infiltrated his private lab to retrieve this bio-
weapon.” Dr. Adams interrupted, “What **** are you talking about? What is Project
GENE? Why are you telling this? Why me? Why?” “Dr. Adams, please settle down. If
“It was about eighty some years ago. The United States government wanted to
create ultimate specimen through biological means. Therefore, they created the Super
Gene Therapy Corporation months after World War 2. The Super Gene Therapy
Corporation gathered up the world’s brightest scientists from all round the United States.
Most of these scientists had extensive knowledge on the working on the human body.
The team for Project GENE consisted of me, Jack, Richard Dogma, Sterrock
Hammerson, Adea Dogma, Yale Dogma, and some other scientists. Project GENE
created a special chemical that when injected into the host, the host would gain incredible
strength, perception, endurance, intelligence, speed, and size. It changed the host from the
inside out into a superior specimen. After many years, they realized that one chemical
could accomplish this task. They found out that they could enhance their subjects through
a single chemical to exceptional levels. Over the years we had multiple setbacks such as
the board deciding cut our funding to Project GENE in 1960 from $15,000,000 to
$1,000,000 a year. To make things worse, Richard ended up hospitalized due to his
cancer in 1960. Over the course of the next five years, Richard’s cancer got worse and
worse until he died in 1965 due to complications. Yale and Adea were completely
devastated, so devastated that they could not help continue Project GENE. The worse
blow to Project GENE was in 69 when the board decided to shut down our project. When
the board notified us about the future of Project GENE, we were all devastated.
Apparently, the board thought our project was costing them too much money to fund.
They told us to clear out within a week or they would get arrest warrants for all of us.
Honestly, I think that this devastated my brother the most, because his life’s work was
shutdown. A couple days before we were going be evicted, Jack tried to convince us stay
and finish Project GENE before we were evicted. Unfortunately, we decided leave
without telling Jack. Oh, my god was he pissed when he found out that we left without
telling. Even after Sterrock, me, and the other scientists left, Jack continued his research
“A couple days after the eviction, I received an e-mail from Jack stating that he
was still in Area 51 only that he moved his lab deeper underground below his original lab
without the board knowing. Apparently, from what he told me, he knew this was going
happen eventually, so Jack built another laboratory 35 kilometers below the original lab.
Over the course of the next sixty years, Jack continued his research but decreased
communication over the years so they would not find out that he remained on the
premises. About a couple days ago, I received an urgent e-mail from Jack stating that he
had hacked into the mainframe of the Super Gene Therapy Corporation and found out
they found the entrance to his new lab while they were scavenging his old lab. They were
planning to send a raiding party to retrieve his latest bio-weapon and arrest him.”
Dr Adams interrupted, “Look Jared, as much as I would like the history lesson, I
need to interrupt.” Then he pulled out a small cassette tape with the word “To my brother
Jared.” Jared retorted, “Well play tape it already.” Dr. Adams took out his tape recorder
from his pocket, and placed the new cassette tape in. When he pressed play, voice stated,
“Jared, if you’re listening to this message then I am long gone from this pathetic world. I
am sorry if I am rushing, but I do not have much time left. Remember that damn raiding
party that I told you about in my last e-mail is going be here any minute now. Look Jared,
I hate to do this but I have a favor for you and Dr. Adams. You two are the only ones
who can continue Project GENE. I need you two to enter Area 51, and break into my old
lab and get my notes on Project GENE. You and Adams must go to McCarran
International Airport in Las Vegas. There you must take one of them unmarked Boeing
737s or 727s. Once you arrive at Area 51, go west from the runway until you see small
bunker door that leads into my old lab. Once inside, take an immediate left until you see a
door with the sign Lab. Once inside, go to the back of the room. Once you are there, lift
off the tile floor closest to the wall. After years of research and development, I will not let
the Super Gene Therapy Corporation take my life’s research away. Not now, not ever!
(Sounds of yelling and footsteps heard in the background) Crap, the raiding party is
already here. I refuse to let those a-holes get my research that I have spent eighty-four
years of my life! I have spent too much time on this just to lose it all to them now. Jared,
I am sorry that we have been so distant, but it has been for good reasons. While you are
using my
computer, please
check file_13-a.
Meanwhile back at Area 51 a day later, General Maize entered the morgue to
receive a status report on the autopsy of Jack Samuels. “What is the status of that autopsy
Dr. Klaus?” Dr. Klaus replied, “I never received his body yesterday afternoon General
Maize.” General Maize countered, “What the hell do you mean you never received his
body?” Dr. Klaus answered back, “As I said before, The Undertaker squad never came to
the morgue and delivered his body yesterday. But…” General Maize interrupted,
“Damnit! I am going to serve their heads on silver when I am done with them. Wait, you
said but. What do you mean by but?” Dr. Klaus replied, “Even though the Undertaker
squad did not deliver his body, I got something a lot better.” Then General Maize
sarcastically replied, “What the hell could possible be better that bastard’s dead body?”
Dr. Klaus countered, “This!” Then Dr. Klaus walked over to the cadaver dissection table
and opened the body bag to reveal a large mutated body. General Maize shouted, “What
the hell is that?” Dr. Klaus answered back, “This was one of the soldiers that was
Meanwhile back at the Victoria Public Morgue, it is eight o’clock the day after
Jack’s autopsy as Jared and Dr. Adams wake up. “Good morning Jared. So what are we
going to do now?” asked Dr. Adams. Jared replied, “What the heck do you think we’re
going to do. We are going Area and finish what my brother started. I am not letting his
life’s work go to waste. As for General Maize, he is going to pay for murdering Jack.”
Dr. Adams counter, “I don’t think it wise to let your emotions get the best of you. I am
sure that he will get what he deserves in the end.” Dr. Adams counter, “I don’t think it
wise to let your emotions get the best of you. The path of revenge will not help the
situation. It will not bring back your brother. I am sure that he will get what he deserves
in the end.” Jared answered back, “Right. Well Dr. Adams, let pack up and head to
In the meantime, back at Area 51 inside the morgue, General Maize is trying to
make sense of what he was seeing front of him. “General Maize. From what I gather from
this autopsy on this solider, it has to be some type of mutagenic chemical that modifies
the host’s strength, perception, endurance, intelligence, speed, and size on a molecular
level. This person’s cells undergo cellular division at a greatly increased rate. Mitosis
occurs at a rate 15% quicker than that found in pure strain humans. His DNA strand is
nearly flawless. Most of the recessive genes that produce many of the most common
ailments like diabetes, cancer, and cardiovascular disease are non-existent in the genome.
The RNA looks like the chemical altered it to produce more of a rapid transcription,
resulting in enhanced regenerative abilities. With these regenerative abilities, the host
becomes biologically immortal.” General Maize replied, “He must have infected himself
with a primitive version of the chemical. That would explain why he has lived for so
long.”
ready?” yelled Jared from the front door. “Yah, I coming, I coming.” Replied Dr. Adams
as he ran toward the front door. “Alright, let gets to McCarran International Airport and
take that plane to Area 51. Taxi!” declared Jared. When Dr. Adams and Jared arrived at
the airport, they immediately boarded an unmarked Boeing-737 and headed toward Area
51. About one hour later, they finally arrived at Area 51. “Jared, I don’t feel so good. I
think am going puke.” Jared countered, “Well do your business over by that bush and
make fast. I rather not have these military stiffs start asking questions.” After a few
minutes, Dr. Adams and Jared headed west from the runway until they saw a small
locked bunker door. “Oh great, now what do we do now Jared?” asked Dr. Adams. Jared
replied, “Look it’s a biometric lock. Leave to Jack to protect his lab.” Then Jared placed
his hand on the hand scanner. After a few seconds, a voice chimed, “Access confirmed.
Welcome to the lab Jared. I have been expecting you. Please follow me to the main lab.”
As they continued following the computer toward the main lab, they saw that