Blind Eye Comics: A Pulse of Bile
Dr. Ken Saito never liked his superior during the war, Dr. Shiro Ishii. Ishii savored cruelty for its own sake, improvising experiments on hapless prisoners without much planning. His pragmatic ruthlessness could certainly be admired, as was his decision to use a few scientists of his own as test subjects. While Dr. Saito had done his fair share of fatal experiments on humans, he longed for something other than germ and chemical warfare. One of Dr. Ishii's primary obsessions, germ warfare, limited him to the broader scope of biological warfare. Biological warfare need not be limited to the microbial world. If he was to become a monster for the sake of science, pragmatism should be retained.
It was a test in a germ-warfare resistant suit for someone with a compromised immune system that killed Dr. Saito's passion for his work. He was not sure if Dr. Ishii was tired of him, or it was just his lack of proper technical rigor, but a syringe punctured right through the padded forearm and into his artery. Antibiotics and his immune system proved unable to kill the germ, and the only solution was to regularly pump his arteries with less-lethal strains that would out-breed the lethal pathogen. The outside would had additionally become harmful to him, prompting him to engulf himself completely with his suit. Eventually, that strain would mutate into something less potent or worse, and he'd have to restart the microbial wars within his body. Trapped in his sealed suit, he simply referred to himself as Hazmat, after a joke by some English-speaking colleagues.
The advances in biology and technology in the years after the war rekindled Dr. Saito's spirit. Clad in a bright yellow latex suit with an opaque visor, Hazmat had a biohazard symbol emblazoned on the front, to remind all of the others to keep away. Feeling hunger within his stomach, he extended a small tube from his wrist into a container of glucose solution. Working a small pump with his fist, the solution was plunged deep into his arteries. With some of his throat muscles having been forcibly removed due to infection, a tube was the only way to provide himself nourishment. The joys of eating had been replaced by only a small bit of reprieve from the hunger that ceaselessly tormented him.
Dr. Saito's had another hunger, one that was about to be sated with the blood of the guilty. The nation that had turned him into a monster, and then had the audacity to celebrate the work of him and his peers as heroes would pay. His home country of Japan would pay, in some form.
His plan had taken years of planning. He knew a list of old sites that Unit 731 hid biological weapons at, and a list of old facilities abandoned by the Imperial Japanese at the end of the war. He had hired a number of Polynesians to help get one such old bunker back into shape, as well as a list of other locations to get operational again. Reactors were installed in each so that he would not need to worry as much about fuel. Hiring some foreign mercenaries and assistants, he was able to full staff the facilities according to his requirements.
In an old sub pen the size of an aircraft hangar, bits and pieces of specimens floated in jars. Inspired partially by his own condition, each jar held tissue samples from a number of creatures. All he had to do was blast each creature with radiation until he had created a strain of "immortal cells" in tumor form for the desired type of tissue. They'd grow along the scaffolding in the tanks until they'd form to the specifications he'd desired. Checking the indicator light on some of the tanks, he saw that the latest batch was done.
Descending deeper into the facility, he saw his technicians working on attacking sheets of tissue together. A long, streamlined reptilian body floated in solution, like some titanic beast had recently shed it. The head possessed a mouth filled with teeth as large as machetes, with two beady black eyes the size of basketballs facing forwards. Behind each tooth was a gland filled with toxic, antibiotic resistant bacteria, designed from the ones in his own feeble body. The lungs and gills were also full of pathogens, so that every breath would spread the agents into the ecosystem. The hide was made of a combination of synthetic materials and skin of larger mammals, able to resist most types of conventional weaponry. Underneath it was a thick cushion of adipose tissue, enough to allow the creature to survive for months without eating, and double as protection. Powerful muscles and pneumatic cylinders were grafted onto the arms and legs, with retractable claws made from synthetic diamond. The skeletal system was a combination of customized ceramics and cultured tissue, with capacity to self-repair after damage. The long body possessed two hearts, with a pump acting as backup if necessary. The rest of the organs were based on scaled up versions of monitor lizard tissue, with machinery added where necessary. The brain itself was from a Komodo dragon, given a radio-control chip to give it directions.
The following week, Dr. Saito sent it northwest, and into history as the first kaiju to attack Japan. It would not be the last.