Invisible Dead Prologue (Revised)

Episode 1 (Prologue)

A man stands at a row of complex machines, typing data into a computer. The machines take up two of the walls in the small room, which is cut in half by a wall of sturdy glass. The man is of about average height with brown hair, accented by grey at the temples. He is of average build as well. He wears glasses over his light blue eyes. His lab coat is an immaculate white without even a speck of dirt upon it. He wears his coat over a grey shirt and black pants. With brown loafers to complete his suit, he is the spitting image of a scientist from a movie or perhaps a tv show.
The glass wall dividing the room makes the other half of the room, the half not cluttered with machines and papers, a sort of cage. With an airtight door and metal bars to reinforce the inside, it is not a place you would want to be in. It is unbroken save for the door and the airtight seals around the tubes leading inside. But there is a man sitting in a chair inside this cage. He is strapped in to the chair and he has tubes and wires running from his body, monitoring his vital signs and other such nonsense the scientist deems necessary.
The man in the cage does not look happy, nor does he look too upset either. But he is not indifferent. It is more like he would rather not be in a cage at this time, but in it at the same time as well. He is a tall man, six inches taller than the scientist. And he is well built, not overly so, but like he made a habit of visiting the gym to keep in shape. He has grey hair, almost white. His eyes are a dull grey but hold a great depth to them. He wears nothing but a pair of tight shorts so as not to obstruct the procedure. His muscles ripple as he flexes his arms, legs, and back, trying to be comfortable in the unforgiving steel chair.
Damn doc, couldn’t you have at least gotten a padded chair? the man says, laughing a little.
No I could not. Be silent, The scientist says in a thick german accent.
Geez. I woulda thought you cared about me enough by now.
You are a lab rat. Nothing more. Now. Be silent.
The man wiggles in his restraints, his crooked smile still stuck on his face. The scientist walks to another machine, pulling a glass box out of his pocket. In it is a white scale. It glints dully in the light. A faint mist can be seen emanating from it. The man in the cage leans forward a bit, staring at the scale as the scientist removes it from the box and puts in on a plate in the machine. He closes the cover and walks back to his console, beginning to type again.
A light shines from the machine the scale is in and it starts to hum. A white fliud starts to flow slowly from the machine, through tubing connected to many other machines, and eventually to the caged man’s arm.
The man smiles wider.
Is it gonna hurt, doc?
Probably. I do not know for certain. The others experienced discomfort. But you will be different.
The scientist turns to face the man. The man smiles at him. The scientist’s frown deepens.
I would not be so happy if I were you. You are a dead man either way. If this fails you will die very…gruesomely. If it succeeds I will record my findings and burn you alive.
I know you have such high hopes for me doc, but I doubt ill burn so easy.
All flesh burns.
So it does.
The fluid reaches the man’s arm and enters his body. The man flinches slightly in pain but the smile returns wider than before.
I can feel it enter my blood. It’s fusing together. Making me stronger!
The caged man flexes his arms and the straps binding him to the chair snap. He looks up at the scientist and flashes a smile filled with pure malice. His eyes suddenly turn white and the pupils for vertical slits. His hair turns completely white as he stands. He walks calmly to the glass wall and smirks at the scientist.
Well doc, this just got interesting.
The doctor turns and runs to his desk, flipping the lid off of a button. He slams his fist on the button labeled purge and turns back around, leaning back on the desk. The fear in his eyes is unmistakable.
The caged man laughs as fire starts to pour into the chamber. Fed through tubes in the walls around the cage, the fire burns hotter than any fire on Earth and burns for a full five minutes before subsiding. The doctor wipes his hand across his sweaty brow and sighs. As he turns to his desk, he catches a dark blur in the smoke in the cage.
As he turns slowly back to the cage, a fist slams against the glass.