Earth Warriors (Undergoing Revision)

Chapter 130 - First of May

Roughly around the same time. Medical center. 

In one secluded laboratory where it is white in almost every corner aside from the lights, certain things occur in a place like this one. With the cranes on the ceiling, there's bound to be certain "enhancements" that are done toward the less fortunate or even the most willing who are willing to reach the Zlocan standard applied to them. It doesn't matter to the Zlocan operators how much it took or how much restraint they had to apply for the subjects, everything needs to be accomplished to be "reborn" for someone more adept to the new order. 

Yet are some whose process may be much more complicated than they look like. 

As the crane descends from the ceiling, there lies a figure that's strapped on the bed below it, one where they're locked from the wrists to the ankles, all while the individual lays still, with no reaction whatsoever to the humming nearby of the crane which carries a vaccine with grey liquid inside of it. It approaches near the chest area where the heart tends to be, as the light shows a clearer view of who the subject is at the moment. 

One peculiar male with scars on his face, and short hair with eyes wide shut. Damian may see better days in comparison to before. 

"Initiating biochemical procedure. Operation: Sleeper Heart," a computerized voice says in the room as the needle approaches Damian's chest. While it seems that there is no pressure to be felt within him, the deep unconscious while strapped to a bed just opens a box deep within him, one that carries the many recollections of his life just before this moment. 

Ones that are all marked by one fateful action outside of his control that sealed him forever.

*** 

May 1st, 2015. 

The wailings of a woman could be felt within a dimly lit room that came from a small, flickering lamp on the wooden table that was full of holes and such. The other half of the room had a phone with a shattered screen on the upper half that showed ten unread messages, save for one that was on screen. It was one room that was small enough to keep an entire normal family inside, with only a few rooms reserved for things like showering and eating, not helped by the cramped corridors around each room. 

Footsteps were felt by an approaching child who walked in the direction of the woman's wailing. A younger Damian who was shirtless aside from green boxers and straight black straightforward hair.  He was breathing steadily as the mother's sobs and wailing grew louder, all until he peeked through the door where she sank her hands in her face, trying her best to wipe the tears away to almost no avail, for as the news was too big to ignore at that point. 

"Mama...?" Damian asked as he entered the room, which prompted the mother to raise her hand and not glance at her child who was wondering about her state of mind. 

"It's about... your papa... he..." the mother stuttered while she tried to explain what happened to her child, whose eyes widened at the mere implication of what it meant. For that, Damian trembled and clutched his chest with his hands. 

"Papa...? What happened to him?" 

"Din... Your papa might not come home for dinner tonight..." the mother replied as she continued sobbing and weeping over the news. She tried to sugar-coat it the best way she could, but her tears told the full story. 

Damian's father was a brave and valiant cop. A man who moved with his family to a new life in Los Angeles, away from the struggles of the nation while he tried to be on the side of the law to protect those dear to him. 

But alas, that dream turned out to be shortlived, for the reality of the job came head on, especially when it came to dealing with dangerous gangsters in the area.