In which the hope we have been waiting for arrives.

A special section for those who have written, because I haven’t.

That switch may have very well changed the course of history as we know it.

All was silent. Everyone was still. Every lab rat that they had found had died at this stage, and Mr. Luitpold was not ready to bring his master another dead body. He would not accept failure again. Mr. Luitpold mopped his brow as Dr. Carmichael raised the electrical magnification to sixty percent.

Seventy.

Eighty.

The discomposed doctor winced as he raised it to full power. A hum reverberated around the black tiled room. Everyone cheered and whooped. Finally, the Rächer would be pleased. Somewhere, a child took her last breath.

Something strange started happening to the baby behind the glass. Her head started sprouting kinky black hair. Her arms and legs lengthened and became knotted with muscle. She stretched and thinned. Her features became sharpened and defined. The body of the infant was growing at an inhuman speed. But stranger than all this was the fact that the rapidly growing child looked unnaturally similar to the woman beside her.

A few minutes had passed. The ecstatic scientists where now staring at a girl who was almost teenage. Then, at long last, the first glimmer of hope entered the story.

“YO! YOU NASTY SON’S OF A BISCUIT! COME AND DIE WITH HUNTER MOON!” The heavy doors exploded open with a magnificent bang, and smoke billowed out of the doorway. And out of the smoke, there came a boy. Some laughed. Some were confused. But the ones who knew that explosive voice paled. They knew they were about to die.