The Beginning: B.E.U.W's Birth
"Sir, we're ready to bring him out."
Dr. Fagran turned away from his desk to watch the 'birth' of his most amazing creation. The creature was called B.E.U.W., pronounced 'Boo'. It stood for Biologically Engineered Underwater Weapon. He had come up with the idea of merging the genes of a human with the genes of two different breeds of eel. The all to common Electric Eel, and the vicious Moray Eel. He gazed up at his creation with a mix of pride and adoration. So much work, leading up to this moment....
He took a breath and stood, approaching the tank.
The creature floated in a thick, slightly green substance that kept it's skin from touching air. They weren't sure if his form would be stable once it hit oxygen, but...
He studied the detail, each loving detail, that had gone into B.E.U.W. He was eleven feet tall, from the top of his head to the soles of his feet. It had the head of a moray eel, and the general body shape of a human. The body was long and sinuous, like the underwater hunters that had merged with the human body. So much muscle packed into such a tube-like torso. The arms were long , almost to long, with three, long bony fingers at the end. Wicked claws were a fierce weapon on a hunter that depended on speed and stealth. Oh, the thousands of volts of electricity he could channel through his body at any time was dangerous, but having those claws in your body was like fire piercing you. And his jaws! Beautiful jaws, filled with deadly teeth, that could open a full two feet wide, could easy bite your head right off. The torso alone was six feet long, but add the four foot legs---with its thighs being so muscular, you'd think they'd explode---and he was a monster. His neck was a foot long all on its own, and his tail was seven feet long. It was thin, in width, like an eels tail, but it was completely muscle, and very, very flexible. The crest on his head could rise or fall at his command.
Ah, and how did they know it was a he?
B.E.U.W. had a vent between his thighs, that they had inspected via camera. It was their jobs as scientists, but it had still made a few of the female employees flush and turn away. Two and a half feet of ribbed shaft, with a slightly triangular head would make any woman amazed.
The creatures skin was a soft, pastel sort of green, with red flecks here and there, like a painter had taken the brush and simply flicked it over him. His eyes, though closed now, were a muddy brown-green color, with oval pupils. He had gills, too, but he also had lungs and could breathe on both land and water. His feet and hands were slightly webbed, but not to much so as to impede him when he walked.
He was an amazing creature.
"Alright, nurse. Bring him out." Dr. Fagran said easily, a gleam of eagerness in his gaze. There was a loud buzzing sound, and the liquid began to drain. The wires attached to his creation snapped away and B.E.U.W. collapsed to the bottom of the tank. He took his first gasp and screamed, a high, horrible sound that made everyone clap their hands over their ears.
Once the sound stopped, they all looked back to him, curious. He was standing! Looking around with those intelligent eyes, calculating eyes...hungry eyes.
Dr. Fagran had made a mistake. He realized it only to late. He'd programmed the creature to be a weapon. He'd never tempered its wrath towards scientists, or the ones who hired them. He'd been to caught up in the creation of an amazing life, power. He'd played God....
And God was pissed.
Within seconds, everyone in the room was dead, the walls splattered with blood and gore. The beast, B.E.U.W., was staring at him now, its maw stained with blood, gaping in aggression as its fishy counterparts would have.
"...forgive me..." he whispered, mostly to B.E.U.W. A little to God. The last to those who'd worked with him. "I was foolish..."
B.E.U.W. cocked his head, eyes gleaming. He stalked forward, reaching out with a three fingered hand, and touched the scientists face. "Father..." he rasped, voice low and not very attractive. It was very serpent like, what you might imagine a smoker's voice, combined with a cliché' spy's voice might. "You made me to kill. To destroy....And yet I am in pain. So much pain. I feel as if I am being ripped apart...You ask for forgiveness? I will not give it."
Claws were shoved through the good doctors jaw, into his brain. There was a burst of blood, a few moments of jerking about like a landed fish, and then silence. Beuw dropped the body and looked around, the terrible pain in his body ignored. He was a warrior, the ultimate warrior, pain could be tamed with the mind. That is what he did. He shoved it into a box, accepted it, moved on. Turning, he made his way out of the lab, ducking through the doorway, and into a new life. Not what he was made for, because he would not give those bastards the satisfaction of his acceptance of what he was.
But how could he change what he felt? What he wanted more than anything?
How could he deny that sliding his claws through someone's flesh felt so fucking good?
That the scent of blood made him all tingly below the waist?
It would be hard, but he would manage. He would do what he had to.
Anything to survive.