Unedited Chapter segment from HUS: Volume 1 the Rift.


Biocybermatrix– The procedure can be described in a three step process: First a parasitic Nano-cell attaches itself to the cell(s) of its host. Second, it then replicates itself upon that of an accelerated rate, swarming and overriding the existing DNA. Third it then forces the host cell to match that of its own structure. The layman’s term is as followed: the machine can repair and restore damaged organic tissue at an extraordinary rate.


Part I

“God created man in his image, and so it was when man created machine he crafted her into that of his own fantasy. Perverse, arrogant, and egotistic as he, flooding her circuits with that of his own blood. His curse passed unto that of his spawn birthing that of his child. A Goddess amongst man she stood before her creator.”

Doctor Elsa Rajah Knighting.


The procedure was relatively painless, or so Elsa had preached. Miss Rose was soon to find that Elsa’s words were truly venomous. Lies and deceit were but all the truth of her ways. I spent many years sifting through files all which were corroded and hardly salvageable. Most of the files that retained upon the subject of the Biocybermatrix had been destroyed long before I could get my hands upon them. What I could find led me to believe that the process consisted of several precision shots. Two in the kidneys (one each two in the spine running along the thoracic one in the buttocks, and a shot directly to the heart. They were hardly painless, and Miss Rose underwent these excruciatingly painfully procedures twelve times under a series of eight weeks.

In the beginning things seemed somewhat ineffective. It appeared that Miss Rose like that of the other forty-four patients, was to be but a failed experiment.

Then came froth the results…

The curse of madness had taken over the Doctor. Her ego had by now consumed that of her identity. To lose one’s mind it is all but the definition of fear. The effects leave one praying for the mercy of death. Death was soon to take the life of patient fourteen. Her liver was the first to fail. Her body suddenly rejecting that of her own organs, the cells had begun an overall invasive attack. Cannibalizing each other in a series of cancerous tumors. Further organ failure was imminent and her condition soon became critical quickly turning the patient comatose… her odds of survival became scarce.

Death seemed immediate. Hope but a shadow of a dream and yet what a sweet dream hope is… Such retaining the grasps of delusion, a scientist such as Miss Knighting knows no such boundaries. The declining condition of patient fourteen was the prime time to test her theory. Perhaps given the right circumstances the Biocybermatrix would be forced to asserting its mechanical dominance over that of her bodies organic state.

Unfortunately, this was not to be the case. Not at first that is…

I can only imagine the horrors conceived in that lab. A creature such as Doctor Elsa Rajah Knighting leaves much to the imagination. I can report but what I witnessed via a rather blurry frame of footage (attained at nearly the cost of my life may I add). Five times the child seized, her convulsions extreme and violent. Once she died… her body passing form that of the living drifting into that of the heavens above only to be dragged back to earth moments later life bursting forcefully into her mortal shell as humanity reasserted its self, savagely, dominating over that of the calling of god. Five organs were replaced. Her condition critical and it appeared that perhaps the experiment had been lost. Yet with much luck to the behalf of the doctor the donors took every time, as the cells regenerated at a hyper stimulated rate. The Biocybermatrix had begun to assert itself. Elsa was sure to attend the bedside of Miss Rose, for she would keep a close eye of patient fourteen.

It was not long after her surgery that Miss Rose started to realize the vast error of naivety for the realization that her torture may never come to an end had without a doubt finally begun to assert itself into that of her tortured mind. Prisoner under the watchful eye of Doctor Knighting; the doctor had taken all from her… humanity all but lost, her life but sold, and freedom all stolen form under her very nose. Restrained to her bed hands clasped in thick leather straps the young patient had become a permanent resident.  Under the watchful eye of the Doctor she had remained immobilized for several days. A luxury in comparison to that of her usual measure of torture. Her previous cell had been a room with a height of merely five feet eighty-four inches; with a width twenty-eight inches she had been practically confined to that of a casket where she had remained in the dark for nearly a week. Torture of the mind… only to be blindfolded and dragged to her now current predicament.

Her body was naked, obscured by the thick leather straps that held her confined to the table at hand. Thick risen scars of her recent surgery were ghoulishly etched upon her body. Making her appearance a mockery of a mere modern monster of medical science. Elsa entered the room triggering a rather distasteful response by that of her patient, for Miss Rose had begun to grind her teeth fiercely in protest. The woman was by this point more animal than human, thrashing wildly about her arms, legs, torso, along with every muscle under her will and control bulging in a futile attempt to tare through the restraints. Still they held tight, bounding her to the will of her master.

Manically laughing amongst herself. The Doctor was as cruel as she was beautiful. Taunting her pet, Elsa dragged her scalpel against the wall. The noise was deafening; chilling to the bone, one could compare such a sound to that best herd during that of their worst nightmare, the result was enough to insight madness to the sanest of minds. Doctor Knighting was anything but sane… for a mania had taken her soul long ago. There was something very disturbing about her demeanor it appeared that insanity had taken its toll upon the scientist.

“Have you come to kill me now?” Miss Rose called out. Her words drifting across the room. Dry and horse she spoke but in a whisper, for her voice had not been used in quite some time. She had almost forgotten… forgotten the sound of own song.

“You would like that. Would you not”? Elsa said her smile widening crawling from ear to ear, perversion looming in her eyes as she peered down upon the defenseless child. Miss Rose was rather sore to the eyes her skin pale as snow, fair and untouched by the sun in god knows how long… perhaps to never see its light again. Such a sight was enough to sadden that of the most callous of hearts. Doctor Knighting had surrendered such emotion long ago, the ego now taking full hold as she bent down to give the young woman a soft kiss upon the brow. Miss Rose spat in repulsion a wad of dry spit spraying the face of her enemy.

“Charming.” The mad doctor scowled, wiping her face with that of her sleeve.

“When I get out of these restraints the first thing I am going to do is kill you.” Miss Rose spoke her words rather casually for a woman of such abuse, her tone strong and firm for fear of her captor had long since vanished, she feared not even death itself… she welcomed such a thought.

Elsa laughed once again. There was something desolate about her laugh, for it was cold heartless as its master. Inhuman was the Doctor and thus she was without emotion. Withdrawing a syringe from her back pocket she pumped the needle full of a rather ominous green liquid that much resembled that of the most toxic of waist.

Glowing the serum was actually glowing…

The injection was swift yet that was not to say the patient was not without struggle. A jab to her stomach. She showed no pain, she did not even grimace instead she bellowed threats and curses such words of distaste from that of her beautiful lips.

“I will fucking kill you. I swear upon my mother’s grave that I am going to ram that scalpel so far up your cunt, as soon as I free myself from out of these restraints. You will see Elsa! YOU WILL FUCKING SEE!”

Succumbing to silence. A rather docile state had taken hold of the vile tong of the child placing an end to that of her vulgar ranting. Such a rouse of the passing moment for the innocence soon vanished as the demon woke form its slumber. The toxicity of the Doctor’s potion was now making its way throughout her bloodstream. Pumping with each beat of her heart. It was a part of her now… Her pupils had enlarged wide and deranged to that of demonic proportion, she appeared moments away from needing an exorcism.

Insanity had taken hold. Her body began to twist and contort in such ways that one would expect from a yoga instructor and not in all what they would expect from in the condition of Miss Rose. Curses slews of profanity continued to bellow from her lips… her beautiful lips…

“I am going to fuck you up so hard you little bitch…” Such vile words form a creature of such beauty.  Agony had overtaken that of her rage. Madness was taking hold of her mind, slowly eroding away what was left of her humanity. “I swear to god I am going to rip you a new asshole…”

Laughter drifted from that of her captor. A sinister sight, for the Doctor was beaming with joy. Her lips vile and cruel curling into a menacing sneer. Miss Rose need not to listen to the cackle of her abuser much longer for her words began to drift into that of the inaudible, and she soon gave into the inevitable fading away into silence.

There came a steady pulse, followed by rhythmic ping that resonated upon that of a nearby monitor, slow steady beat, one of the heart. It appeared that for the moment being her body had stabilized. Fourteen… her love, her creation, from the start, Elsa had known this to be true. She ran her hand perversely across the young woman’s hair burying her fingers amongst her fiery locks of red. Her monster would sleep now, and when she awoke she would be reborn, rebuilt in the image of her maker.

It was time to play god.





Introduction: Empire Rising

Fans I have a treat for you! This is the unedited version of my introduction, well one of them… This is a fantastic way to attain a sneak peak into my world for chances are that by the time I release HUS this will look entirely different.  I hope you enjoy!


Historical records of the day seem to have been rather inconspicuous by most standards, no one could have possibly foreseen the horrors soon to be commenced. The exact date remains to be unknown, yet it is believed to have taken place sometime during the late twenty first century. That is just a historical estimate, in all honesty the exact date is overall irrelevant. Doomsday, Apocalypse, Armageddon; Annihilation… the names are but the same. Their impact just as pivotal, for today was to be to be anything but innocent. It was to be the day the world came to an end.

Fire struck the sky, an inferno of hell’s wrath, the bombs of man had brought the world to her knees. The curse of god was swift, and just… a firm hand of fury which quickly swept across the Americas.

There is a story amongst my kind about this day of death and despair; I feel inclined to insert that of my own history, into the depths of this already lengthy text, but I shall do so anyways if only so for comparison. Myth has taken on several forms; the first says that it was upon this day that the innocence of the world came to an end, stolen from her womb, her life and all her beauty then so shriveled up wilting with sadness, and inevitable the world of man came to an end. Then there are others who see Earth and her death from the phoenix point of view. Meaning that death to her was that of the beginning of a new existence a transformation upon that of a global scale breathing new life. Last, there are those who say that Earth in her dying moments gave up her innocence and did so willingly, giving not into death but embracing the change and all its entirety. Self-sacrifice for that of the greater good.  I choose to believe the latter…

These are but legends, with no truth held within their solidarity, myths passed by generations to follow. History shall see them as such, and no one will know the what truly happened upon that faithful day.

History has concluded within its records within its records that darkness soon followed. Cast forth by a cloud of shadows. A veil of toxic smog now hovered over her body, smothering the light from sight. Sunshine, freedom, and the pursuit of happiness all soon vanished… Shadows now loomed over the Earth, and her entirety, so it remained for a total of five years. When the cloud finally withdrew, the damage was astronomical. The exact identities of those whose lives had been taken by that of the great umbra, their faces, and souls remain but a mystery. Erased; buried in the ashes of the fallen world. Records of the time are scarce yet from what I could find, they calculate that the total death toll was approximately three billion thirteen thousand eight hundred and fifty-two; give or take a few hundred or so. Humanity was now an endangered species, leaving those who survived to wish death upon that of themselves.

Once upon a time, there lived a blue planet the sky full of plentiful air and her womb full of life. That was a lifetime ago and such now her world had turned toxic, the air all but scarce, life but a dream… Poison had taken claim to the Mother Earth and such her surface was no longer habitable. After years of proclaiming his dominance, she could endure his oppression no more; no longer afraid of her abuser Earth had finally cast humanity adrift.

 Abandoned, her children were forced to flee their world of lost empires. Relinquishing their claim upon their home. Taking a final glance at the sky above, humanity hung his head in remorse. It was time for the child to leave home. Claiming what was left of his technological empire, and retreating to safety. Humanity took not to the sky, yet down, deep into the underworld they went. Dwelling into the soil, buried but not forgotten. Creating caverns of sanction, and it was there they hid.

 Darkness was to bring forth a new era of light…

Adaption is the key to survival. That is a well-known fact, such is that the human spirit dies not easily. He does not crumble and crack under pressure. Instead mankind blossomed; blooming with life, and for well over a century humanity thrived in the pit of darkness. Their forces recovering, their spirit flourishing for their caverns brought forth a new civilization one built upon unity and solidarity. Humanity had been reborn. The regime of mankind would rise once again…

 According to my research approximately, 150 years ago was the time in which humanity began to regain his strength. Revived from the dead, no longer week nor was he feeble. Mankind had grown to be a strong and formidable people. It was during this time of progress that the Under City of humanity could no longer sustain that of his people. Time had not been their ally and such overpopulation had become quite an issue.

 Options were limited, to return to the surface was but to invite death upon one’s self, yet it was a cause that the new found elected leader (Empress Freyia) deemed all but necessary. Such she sent a small party, handpicked by the Empress herself; drafting an excavation into the unknown, they were to be the first to set foot into the new frontier. Their names and faces have been long since lost and forgotten, such was the mark of an adventurer, yet their mission was to go down in history.

Straying into the new age of science and exploration, it was safe to say that they knew not what to expect yet nothing could have prepared them for what was yet to come; for not soon upon arriving upon the surface did they realized that they were very much not alone… In the absence of humanity life had managed to thrive; and such resided a new dominant species. Evolution had taken hold casting forth from the pit of hell a race of surface dwellers. Human in appearance their size gargantuan in the presence of mankind. These were the true survivors of the apocalypse.

Marked by mankind; simply as mutants…

Earth had been resurrected, her air breathable once again; such nature flourished. Trees long since grounded, roots taking hold transforming a once barren landscape of sand, dust, and ash, into a sea of green, and prosperity. Life had taken hold once again… Mother Earth lived! Animals thought to have been extinct now roamed freely no longer under the threat of man. Rivers of cracked soil had been purified now flowing a vivacious blue; streaming across the ashes of humanity’s lost civilization. It was the work of a miracle, or perhaps the will of magic…

Beauty had a way of corroding beneath the heavy foot of man. The planet was doomed to that of his tirade from the moment her child had awoken from his slumber. The return of her child was far from welcomed in the watchful eyes of the Earth. She pleaded and wept in remorse tears streaking down from the sky for she begged him to change that of his venomous ways. Sadly, the cries of Mother Earth fell upon deaf ears for the ways of her child was too deeply driven into the heart of instinctual nature. The cycle was doomed to reset, and such the inevitable was concluded.

War had taken the planet by force, casting Earth once again into the realm of shadows. Humanity had been under siege for well over a decade for it appeared that mankind had found a species as stubborn to face death as that of himself.  The war between mankind and mutant had begun. Many, years of bloodshed soon came to follow; casualties on both.

Blood stained the dawning of the new civilization. Mankind had suffered a great loss; death seemed to be the curse of its species, and such the death toll to its people had reached to the unfathomable level…

I went over the calculations twice to make sure that my data was not flawed, much to my dismay the records for that era are all the accurate. Over twenty million perished during the war… there was to be no burial, their bodies left to rot upon the soil, for which they fought to proclaim.




“War is peace.
Freedom is slavery.
Ignorance is strength”

George Orwell, 1984.


“ Ambition lies within the heart of the beast ”
-Kane T. Metis

Doctor Kane T. Metis

In the beginning Doctor Kane T. Metis lived far from a life of luxury. Born September 17, 110 to the nation Tanzanite. His mother Kansara Teval Asmid and father Reggie Kriston Metis did everything they could to make possible for the success of young Kane. Going so far as to uprooting their simple lives, to migrate to the land opportunity. The family of three immigrated to the Delphic Regime, when Kane was but a young child. There they quickly found residence in the welcoming capitol of Ashar. The three of them lived a rather standard life, like many of the proud nation. Grunt work was all but common and such Reggie had taken work at the local water treatment plant, leaving Kansara to tend to that of young Kane.

Kane T. Metis became a soldier of the Regime at the age of 18. In exchange for his service to that of his country, he was offered the education of a lifetime. Such opportunity is not easily surpassed. After years of attending University Under City of the Elite (UUCE) Kane T. Metis attained his Doctorates in the field of cybernetics; all at an impressive age of 24. His work within the community along with his devotion to his passion had earned him quite the respect alongside his fellow peers, and it was not long until he captured the attention of Empress Nyx.

War had consumed the great Delphic Regime and the need for soldiers was great. Doctor Metis was soon drafted upon a mission of top secrecy serving the will and testimony of his commander-in-chief. Such an assignment would haunt him till his dying days. Returning from the war in the year 139 a now sullen Doctor had become a changed man, his devotion to his country had vanished… Science, and solitude were his only desires. The Empress sought pity upon her child and such granted him asylum at Bearthorn Collage of the Magical, and Devin (BCMD) where man continued to work on his research.

The time residing at Bearthron was none to pleasing to the estranged Doctor. It was a rather dark time in his history, and one that he spoke little of. What he was willing to convey was the fact that the opportunity allowed him to focus on his research, and to do so undisturbed by that of the raging war of mankind; for such the case, he was grateful.

Chance had favored the good Doctor. It in the year147, the Doctor Metis had been offered an opportunity of a life time. One should take into consideration that the Empress is not a woman of grand gesture, yet she saw promise in the not so young man of science such she charmed him out of seclusion by building a monument in his honor.

Metis Laboratory Institute was founded by Empress Nyx who managed, and oversaw the construction of M.L.I. It was not long until the institute became the technological beacon of hope for that of the new world. The good Doctor worked at M.L.I.  for a total of 8 years where he taught, and assisted in some of the greatest industrial advances of the decade. Yet age had crept upon the man, no longer was he young, and such to preserve his knowledge he took on a portage. His final act before hanging his hat up for retirement.

Retirement came easily to the man, for after all serving one’s country comes with such luxuries. The Regime was more than grateful for his contribution, and such they supplied him with comforts that only the privileged could fathom. His humble abode was far from the shack of a house he had during his childhood. Aged, and comforted to a life of leisure he lived alone in a sturdy log cabin that was truly quaint, and quiet. The perfect sanction to spend one’s retirement.