Ascension into Hell pt 4

" Alright you brute, sit up a bit more. That's it, hold it there."
A growl responded as Dr. Mallegen picked up a metal helmet designed similar to a Protector's head gear, standing teetering on a stool. He then placed in front of him the helmet and stepped down to survey his work.
" Hmm…a little choppy in places, but nothing a good final polish won't  solve. Won't Ryan be impressed to see you all tidied up and all after all that messy splicing of yours."
The beast in front of his snarled and shifted one of his feet, stomping lightly on the ground. The doctor grinned slightly in nervousness as he backed away a few inches.
" Yes, well..um..time to test you out, I suppose? Come along now."
The beast followed behind the doctor as he lead him out of the metal room they where in and to the halls. Several doctors walked around, some with Protector screws ready to be drilled into the skinned flesh of the "candidates", while others shot up on plasmids, despite the strict rules against doing so. Mallegen shook his head as he saw several young college-aged interns injecting the thickened liquid into their veins, taking it in like a drug.
" These plasmids are the poison apple of the city, my friend. Once a cure for death itself, now it drives people to the brink of madness. But you and your brothers can stop that and bring this place back under control. Sure as Hell's inferno we do not need another Soviet block to form right underneath our very noses."
The beast couldn't really understand yet what the man was saying, but from the sound of his voice he was deeply troubled. Yellow eyes peered behind  his bubble-like helmet in instinctive hunger at the plasmid junkies. The doctor saw him glare hungrily and frowned slightly.
" Now now, none of that before the day's started. You can hunt the scum down after your orientation."
The monster snuffed in irritation as he followed the doctor to the next set off rooms, the drive to hunt hardwired into him. The room they went into next was a huge conference room, the chairs and desks filled with prestigious looking people. The beast sensed that most, if not all, however where corrupted by the gene splicing drug he had witnessed mere moments before. In front of the crowd, though, was a middle aged man with a very serious demeanor. The monster knew right then that this was the alpha of it all…..and he did not like it one single bit. But a glance from the doctor next to him made him hold his withered tongue, even though he wasn't one to be bossed around. The leader stood up, a painful smile stretching across his face.
" Ah! Dr. Mallegen, how wonderful to see you again after 2 months of you working on the enforcement division. Is this the special boy you spoke to me about last time?"
The doctor grinned, silently enraging the beast.
" Why yes Andrew. Meet Virgo unit 1, the youngster of the project, you might say. Say hello Unit 1."
The beast growled animalistic ally, flexing metal tipped fingers in defiance at the smaller doctor. But after seeing the look on the faces of the people watching him, he stiffly bowed his head, mentally seeing himself tearing everyone apart if given the chance.  Andrew smiled self assuredly and sat back down, pulling out a Cuban cigar.
" I must say, he is a very fine specimen. I see great things with this project for the future. We might be even able to upgrade the protectors to follow similar guide lines as well."
Mallegen beamed in pride.
" However, the Unit names seem too repetitive. I'm tired of hearing Unit this, Subject that, especially with the current Protector project being handled right now by Alexander. You my dear Enforcer look positively lycanthropic, a metal man werewolf. Hmm…..you shall be called from now on Wolf. The Wolfman, a personal favorite film of mine."
The crowd mumbled in agreement and the cyborg grinned behind his mask. He kind of liked having attention. The speaker in front of Andrew beeped. Looking annoyed, he pushed its red button.
" Yes Maybelle, what is it? I'm in the middle of a very important meeting."
" Mr. Ryan, forgive me but one of the security bots picked up a riot going on outside the Kashmir Restaurant. Already several are dead and even more are injured."
Wolf growled, the need to attack growing greater. Ryan looked at him, a not entirely sane smile playing on his face.
" Looks like your chance at showing your potential has arrived. Meet up with the other units and take down the aggressors."
Wolf turned to leave, his muscles tightening in anticipation. But Ryan stopped him for a second. The leader of Rapture gazed at Wolf, his dark eyes malevolent.
" Make them regret coming to Rapture. Make them regret being born."
With a quick salute, Wolf laughed in a croaky voice and bounded out of the building on all fours like a wild canine.