Entry 53.
Experiment 227 Dubbed "Belendu Armshire" by staff.
Overseer Jared Jones log.
Experiment 227 aka Belendu is nearing completion. He currently resides in the cylindrical tank in the center of the Lab. The tank is filled with a viscous fluid that is both semi buoyant, making the subject float in the center, and can enter the lungs to serve the same purpose as oxygen from the air would. I write this log as though none of my other logs have been read before seeing as this is the most important one. The breakout.
For the sake of the probability that the tapes from this or any other session are corrupted i will describe the subject. He is a tall man, standing at just over six foot seven. He has a wide build, he may have some awkwardness entering doorways due to his broad shoulders. He was grown with short brown hair and no pubic hair that i have noticed. His eyes, were they to be open are a reflective golden color with slit pupils much like a cats or a lizards. In his mouth are a set of normal teeth though his canines are much longer and sharp as a razor blade. His front incisors look no different to the casual glance but are known to be just as sharp as the canines. Other than that he is quite normal looking.
0900 hours. The regular scientists have just checked in and are heading into the lab. I of course am watching this from a separate wing of the building through several cameras. I can see them all going about their business of checking 227s vitals and other statistics. 227 is designed to be a 'super soldier' though I have always hated that term. To me he is just an animal wearing human skin. No discernible signs of intelligence except for that which the scientists have pumped into his brain, though that is a more personal bias. Not a scientific observation.
1030 hours. The lab coats seem to be getting excited over something. After looking over the data from my remote terminal I can see why. It is nearing the time of Release. The time where they drain the fluid and get the subject oriented, telling him his name, number Ect. Even though I think this is all a mistake I cant help but be curious how he will handle being released. Sometimes the subjects go catatonic and never fulfill their purpose. Or they simply die of shock from the different environment.
1300 hours. The Release process has just started. The fluid in the chamber being drained out through vents in the bottom to be used in later experiments. Subject 227 now lays on the bottom of the tube in a crumpled heap. Looking like a puppet with its strings cut. The glass of the chamber is receding into the floor right now, exposing him to the air outside. There seems to be no ill effects except for the fact that he is unmoving. The lab coats are helping him to his feet now. It seems he is in fact awake, his body is just too weak to stand on his own.
1400 hours. The subject has been moved to a chair and given a towel for decency. For the past hour they have been telling him his name and telling him exactly what he is. I have a list of his augmentations here. I will attach it to this hours log.
Strength: The subject needs to be strong enough to assist soldiers in the field. His strength has been calculated at two to three average human males.
Speed: His genetic code was infused with that of several sprinting animals to give him increased running speed and reflexes.
(This was a surprise to me) Intelligence: He has had his IQ boosted to a very high level in order to have quick thinking on the battlefield.
Augmented eyes: Gives him a sort of 'night vision' quality.
Weapons training: He has had the memories of soldiers and swords fighters implanted into his mind that allow him to figure out most any weapon once he has had some time to look it over.
1430 hours. It.... It happened so fast. One moment i'm watching the video feeds and the next there is a... creature in the room with them. It was a long sinewy creature. It seemed to be made of several parts of many different animals that I can barely even recall it... The lab coats didn't even see it. It just waltzed right by them, whistling a merry tune and flicked the subject on the forehead with a talon. The subjects eyes widened and he jumped to his feet with a strength that he shouldn't have had yet. With that the creature released a dark chuckle and moved to the side of the room to watch as the subject tore into the lab coats, grabbing arms and legs and tearing them in half, throwing men and women against the wall, killing them instantly with sickening crunches. Once every lab coat was dead the subject moved to a locker that appeared next to the creature. He pulled out clothing and slipped it over his blood splattered form before the creature touched his forehead again, making the two of them and the locker vanish.
1500 hours. Its gone... The video feed. The sound recordings. All of it. Its all gone. No one will believe me, they think that the subject just went feral and are now combing the city. I dont know what to do... I.... *A sigh is heard* I'm just going to get a new job... Im done with this shit.
Jared Jones signing off.