Amazon Rainforest: Global Positioning, Unknown

Elevation -547m

Facility: Sp***** Research and medical

Drewmore was quite a the brilliant scientist, he studied genetic engineering, often a noble area of expertise. Genetic engineering was responsible for greatly increasing crop yields, making animals provide more food and making healthy foods, even healthier. Though what Drewmore was currently undertaking would not be considered noble in any sense of the word.

“Okay Thor, its just going to be a little prick, then it’s over.” He gently said to the young boy. The young boy blinked in response, which was about all he could be with the multitude of heavy straps holding him down, preventing any and all movement.

Drewmore did not like this work, Subjecting children to operations and actions against their will honestly disgusted him. Were it not for his family being held hostage he would have no part in this, he would even go out of his way to prevent such heinous acts against children. Something he would finally be acting on. Drewmore was not a stupid man, despite his excellency in genetics, he was also a genius in the hacking department. Not that anyone knew that, his youth hadn’t exactly been legal. And so it was using his expertise in hacking that he found out his family had been dead for years. The bonds the organisation were using to hold him down never actually existed. So what was stopping him from acting now?

Drewmore gently slid the needle in Thor’s strapped down arm, inside the needle were enough tranquilisers to take down an elephant, such extreme measures were more than necessary against the organisations only successful super soldier.

As Thor fell asleep, Drewmore said quietly to himself, “soon.”

When Thor finally awoke, he found himself back in his room/cell. A simple room with a bed, and a table. Thor didn’t spend much time here anyway, most of his time was eaten up by combat training and… experiments.

Thor scratched his newest scar, a long diagonal cut across his chest, he received this when the director wanted to activate his ‘bloodlust’, which was probably yet another way for the director to unleash Thor on the battlefield, though he seemed far more adamant about this ‘bloodlust’ than anything before it.

The director thought the best way to do this was to induce fear of death into Thor, so he Threw Thor in a cage after drenching him in fresh pig blood. Within this cage was 3 starved grizzly bears. Thor could only run away, and even with his enhanced body, grizzly bears were still many times faster than him. The director was furious when ‘bloodlust’ didn’t activate, so furious that he immediately subjected Thor to ‘electro therapy’. Which was as far from therapy as one could possibly get. After this He was dragged into an operating room for treatment.

Though Thor was glad the scientist today was Drewmore, he was always nice and kind to Thor, he even played catch with him once! Of course, the director forbade any such activities immediately after. If Thor were to think about it, he viewed Drewmore as a sort of, father figure. However, Thor’s thoughts were interrupted when Drewmore threw open the door to his cell and threw Thor a handgun.

“Kid, were breaking out of here, now.”

Thor and Drewmore sprinted down the hallway, pushing other scientists aside and gunning down any security guards unfortunate enough to block their path. Soon enough, the hallways were bathed in red as the emergency alarm screamed around them. Thor ignored the alarm and the rooms they were running past, the electroshock chamber, the arena, solitary confinement. He pushed it all out of his head and focused on protecting Drewmore, calling up on all his combat training as he threw himself around bullets and killing whatever shot them.

After breaking the knee of one of the guards and ending his life with a bullet to the temple he heard Drewmore shout out.

“Hurry Thor! The elevator is just up ahe-“ But Drewmore was cut short by a bullet to the small of his back, the kind man crumpled like a card stand as the director himself was revealed behind him, his elite guards training their guns on Thor.

“Impressive effort Drewmore, did you really think I wouldn’t notice you snooping around the data banks? Thor, Get over here, NOW!” But Thor wasn’t listening, he was too busy staring at the barely breathing form of Drewmore. His young mind barely comprehending what had happened directly in front of him. Then, as if a switch had been flicked in Thor’s mind, his vision was drenched in red.

“Boy, I will give you to the count of 3, 1, 2-What?” Thor shot forward like a cannon ball, driving his fist so hard into the jaw of one of the 4 guards that the man’s head snapped with a sickening crunch.

“It’s- it’s happening? But how!” The director said to himself as Thor ducked under a hail of bullets before snapping out a leg and breaking both the kneecaps of another guard with a wet crack.

“Of course! It wasn’t physical trauma that was the activation, it wasn’t quite mental either, it was emotional. This is a major breakthrough!” The director shouted, growing increasingly excited even as another guards life was ended.

“Now that’s enough of that boy.” The director commanded as Thor snapped the spine of the last guard, as he turned to the director however, the man pulled out a small device with a button, a sadistic smile grew on the vile man’s face as he pressed it, a huge amount of electricity discharged itself through a chip installed at the back of Thor’s neck, enough electricity to put a grizzly bear into a state of extreme shock from nothing but the pain.

Thor slightly twitched.

“What the fu-“ Thor’s hand shot out and grabbed the director by the face, before remorselessly slamming the directors head down, splattering it against the hard, sterile floor. Thor didn’t even look at the director, instead he gently picked up Drewmore and stalked towards the elevator, his concern for Drewmore barely winning out against his bottomless hunger for another chance to kill.

Meanwhile a mysterious entity was watching over Thor with great interest.

"So his name is Thor...."