Back in present time September 25th 2118, Wilfred had managed to come back to his senses seeing Derek crawl across the ceiling trying to escape he grabbed a tranquilizer gun from Animal Controls bag firing ten rounds of tranquilizer into Derek. He then fell from the ceiling still moving but slower. "Wil....Wilfred" Derek groans moving toward Wilfred. "Ive got you young Master" Wilfred says catching Derek as he fell. "What's happened....to me"? Derek asks. "Calm young Master, you must rest" Wilfred says dragging Derek back into bed. "He has to be quarantined he's a danger to himself and everyone else" Animal Control was speaking to him. "You signed an NDA" Wilfred said. "Anything from this point forward never existed and I will not do that to him, I'll research anything and study every one of his cells, I will save Derek." Wilfred says, praying over Derek as one of the Animal Control operatives touched his shoulder. "Then I am sorry, Mr. Porter, you are unfortunately on your own" he said, instructing his team to pack up and leave. "Cowards," Wilfred sighed as they left. "I'll never leave you Master Saint". Wilfred said, putting his head in his hands.
Jack Zazz looked upon himself on a reflective surface inside his hideout. "You know, Killa, I think I should have a different name, Jack Zazz fits a person, not a super powered mutant." He turns to see Priscilla Zimmer having a pale face exactly like Jack's hair, black and red wild and unkempt looking like the same horrid clown Jack looked like. "Hmmmmm let's think". Killa giggled in delight. "If I'm Killa, and you're my little honeycomb, honeybee clowny psycho man". She said running to his side. She then starts to look through old catalogs right next to him coming across an old party clown costume on sale from decades ago. "That's it Killa, my perfect instrument of murder, I know what I look like....a clown, hahaha....The Clown Of New Boston". Jack cackled he then reached up and both him and Killa shared a passionate kiss. "Very sentimental" a voice said from in the dark Jack raised his gun to see Toxica and Aranya revealing themselves to him. "So who's this little slut" Toxica asked disgusted. "Im his wife bitch, by the way pull up your shirt you can see everything". Killa snapped at her both pulling guns to each other. "Ladies please" Jack says putting his hand on his face groaning in displeasure. "She started it" Killa said angrily pointing a gun at Toxica, Aranya stepped in the way. "We don't need weapons to kill you" Aranya said as her arms were about to spin a web around Killa. Jack fired his gun multiple times in the air. "You all will do nothing, now sit down" He said angrily and Toxica, Killa and Aranya did as they were told. "Can't work when all of you act like your damn five years old". Jack scolds them. "I'm sorry sweets" Killa said sweetly. "I ain't apologizing, eat shit". Toxica said and both her and Killa started to fight. "ENOUGH"! Jack yelled at the top of his lungs. They all looked at him in fear. "I'm cool, I'm cool, now onto the task at hand, Zimtech has prisoners...test subjects if you will and I see a few that may be of use to us". Jack said. Aranya crosses her arms and Toxica rolls her eyes. "Who if I may ask"? Toxica asks. Jack narrows his gaze on Toxica throwing a file on the table. "Ian Van Pratt, known rockstar turned freak ". Once that name was spoken all the ladies freaked. "IAN VAN PRATT AS IN THE IAN VAN PRATT FRONTMAN OF SHOCKER-Z THE ROCK BAND"!? Toxica shouts. "The very same" Jack says smiling. "Ian was strapped to a ZimTech sonic amplifier as lightning struck it, able to manipulate and create all kinds of electric current". Toxica then picks up the file as Jack continues talking. "Says he's highly unstable not suited for public over 500,000 volts scientifically could fry anyone from a 50-100 mile radius". Toxica says throwing the file back at Zazz. "Uncontrolled that is but I'm sure Zimtech has already figured out a way to channel his energy" Killa responded. "Yes says a special guitar that was invented could channel his ability and still be useful for his love of music of course it's not in their possession". Jack says. "Then who's"? Aranya asked. "Says unknown" Jack says he the pulls out another file tossing it on the table. "Another promising candidate" they look to see a gigantic muscular man in a photo. "Owen Zane also known as The Collosal Titan the ability to change the density of his skin to anything he touches, wood, steel, clay, concrete, any material object". Jack says. "Ooooo he's cute" Aranya says blushing Toxica smacks her into the table. "Focus on the job at hand and get your mind out of the gutter". She says. "Okay so an Electrician and A Rock Man, what else do we have"? Toxica asked Zazz. "Despereaux Collins- The Beastman a dangerous genetic abomination and Shane Ruger-Reaper a dirty cop killed in the line of duty and his brain was implanted in robot armor, the list goes on and on for candidate sixty-six other test subjects all of them worthy all of them so destructive and fun". Jack says cackling. "How exactly do we plan on reaching these fine folks honey" Killa asks. "Lester Bizzare is dead, therefore.....Jared Zimmer has access to Zimtech.....I still hold shares. Jack said. A smile spread across all of their faces. "Let's bring this world to its knees soon the "Age of the Super Human will be upon us... soon" Jack says as the scene goes black.
Derek Saint crawled out of bed the next day slowly at first but his feral mind pressured him to explore his home, his claws gave him the ability to crawl on the ceiling the sharp points on his claws giving him grip. He moved faster and faster until he was able to climb up and down the walls, running through the halls leaping and swinging from the chandeliers. Wilfred was watching from the parlor. "Has someone's mind recovered as well as their strength"? Wilfred asks Derek. "It's still so fuzzy, Wilfred. I can grasp my sanity, but I can't. At the same time, I feel animalistic but normal." Derek responds he forces his bone claws to protrude and retract into his hand. "Eat young Master I have prepared food." Derek looks to see a whole table of food, anything you could think of, steak, chicken mashed potatoes, eggs and more, Derek couldn't contain himself ran into the table and started to devour the food as fast as his lungs could get air. "Manners Master Saint, restraint," Wilfred says, covering his eyes as Derek crawls off the table covered in shredded chicken, blood from the steak potatoes dripping down his chin. Derek looks at himself: "I need to put on some clothes," he says. "This way sir" Wilfred says rolling his eyes, instructing Derek to follow him, but instead Derek runs on all fours at break neck speed into the other room crashing into an unknown object off scene making a giant crashing sound. "SIR, CONTAIN YOURSELF" Wilfred yells, running after Derek. "It's like I'm caring for the family dog" Wilfred groans.