Prologue
Friday Feb 13th, 1562
London, England
10:48PM
Dr. Solomon Parker was working on his latest experiments with brain tampering, Trying to create a serum that could create an exact copy of a target, Which failed to work with the first few Hundred Lab Rats. He was losing hope, Yet sure he was almost there. He could feel it.
"Just a bit more Mercury here." He muttered to himself.
"Okay.. Here goes Test Rat number.. Seven-hundred-and-Seventy-Eight." He carefully added a drop of Serum to the Rat's water, Then coaxed it to drink. To his disappointment, He'd failed again... He started a fire to burn his research, But he heard the angry squeals of the Rat. He walked over and examined as the rat started changing into a demented, rabid-looking street Rat.
"Hmm..This is quite peculiar.. But a breakthrough nonetheless." He wrote down his thoughts on the Reaction and what he had added to his original formula, Then mixed a batch for himself.
"Well.. It seems the moment of truth arrives, then.." With that, He slowly drank the potion down. When he finished, He grabbed a handheld mirror, Looking at his features for irregularities. He sighed as he noticed no change..
"Damned formula... Why doesn't anything i make work on HUMANS?!" He threw the vial down on the ground, smashing it, then he felt his anger and depression changing him. As he felt every painful change, He fell to the ground, crawling toward the mirror that fell to the ground, Screaming in agony, and picked it up. Noticing the hideous scarring, The aftermath of the Serum, He had panicked
"Oh, dear God almighty!" He gasped in shock, Throwing the mirror away quickly, smashing it. he got up to grab his coat and hat, going outside for the first time as Mr. Grundy.
Chapt. 1
Saturday Feb 14th, 2010
Hollywood, CA, United States
10:48AM
Brad got up like he did every morning: Roughly and with something completely out of place in his room. He got up and made himself some breakfast, then sat down and ate while reading the Newspaper.
"Jeez, There's always nothing exciting in the papers. I'll try the TV." He grabbed his breakfast and moved to the Living room, Then grabbed the Remote and checked the television for something exciting to watch, "Nope.. Nope... Definitely not." when on came a news show. He was about to switch to WWE, Until he heard something about a Woman who got killed in an old alleyway. It caught is interest and he turned it up to he could hear it better.
"This killing happened last night under suspicious conditions, But mostly caused by choking and/or the brutalness of the attack on this Woman. This is the third homicide-rape victim this month, but Police have informed the press and public that they will do all they can to prevent further Killings. And in other news--" Brad switched it off, Getting ready for work as a Special Effects guy on the new Harry Potter movie.
"What the--?" He noticed that on the shirt he had worn to bed, was a spot of blood. He looked at it, then just ignored it, threw it into the Hamper and went to work.
At about 7:30pm, While at work, Brad tripped and fell, Spilling hot Coffee on himself.
"Ah, dammit!" He cursed at himself, So he went to the men's room to clean himself up, But as he went to grab a tissue, He saw his hand had changed..
"Oh, haha. I must have accidentally left this on from that last scene. better take it off.." But when he tried to take the 'glove' off, all he felt was him touching his hand.
"What the hell?" He looked up in the mirror to see one of his Irises had turned Blood Red.
"Holy motherf--" He never finished, as his body started to change, Causing Brad to scream in agony, Drawing the attention of nearby people. Once the change was complete, he straightened himself and looked in the mirror again.
"Oh, bloody 'ell" Said the newly formed Mr. Lee, in a voice quite unlike Brad's ordinary voice
"How am i going to sneak out of this jam?" Then, there was a knock at the door.
"Are you alright, Brad?"It was one of the other special effects guys. Lee started to panic as he tried to think of a way to get out of the studio and figure out exactly what happened. then he remembered his Trench coat and his Hat, which was in his duffel Bag, with his equipment. Lee, trying to sound as normal as he could, Started a reply.
"i-i'm fine", he said
"But could you get my duffel bag? There's some stuff in there i need." The whole effects team searched out for Brad's Duffel bag and brought it to him.
" Thanks." as he reached out to grab it, hiding his face behind the door, the guy holding the bag screamed and fainted after he took the bag and got back into the bathroom. he pulled out his trenchcoat and hat, then got out of the bathroom, Excused himself then hightailed it to the Boss's Office, saying
"Can i go home early please? I've had a bit of a sickness episode." The Boss looked at him with disbelief and replied
"Prove it, Sander." Not wanting to argue the point, For fear he'd make his condition worse, He reached to take his hat off, Showing his sickly, Discolored hand and showed his face, Placing his hat on the desk. The Boss reeled back in horror.
"What the fuck?!" He shouted, Shocked at Brad's appearance.
"Shh.. Sir, if i get caught like this anywhere else, I'll be the laughingstock of the studio." Lee said quietly.
"Okay, Okay, You can have the rest of the day off, Just get out, Please.." Said the Boss, Averting his eyes from Brad's face. Lee picked up the hat and put it back on his head.
"Thank you, sir." he said quietly, then turned and left, being sure to get his card stamped on the way out. As he walked home, he passed an african-american woman wearing a mini-skirt and tube top.
"Hey" she said with a smile and Lee waved back. Not wanting to attract too much attention, he continued walking home through an alleyway, all of a sudden, a mugger grabbed Lee by the collar of his trenchcoat and threatened him with a balisong knife.
"Gimme all your Money or I'll gut you like a fish!" The mugger snarled, Trying to intimidate him. Lee looked down at the hand holding his collar then at him, Looking quite bored
"Oh, was i supposed to beg? Sorry. It doesn't work on me." The Mugger looked at Lee, Quite boggled, Then, With one swift motion, Lee grabbed the hand holding the Knife, snapped it and Pinned him to the ground, Now holding the knife.
"Now.. let's try this my way." Lee sneered, Bearing an evil grin, The mugger scared out of his wits and nursing his broken arm
"What the hell are you?!" He screamed at Lee. Lee took of his hat, showing his face to the mugger
"I'm Lee." He growled, Then stabbed him twice and took his valuables, Putting them and the Knife in his Trenchcoat Pocket. Once he made it home, he took off his Trenchcoat and Hat, put them up on the hanger next to the door, then went to look at his face and hands. he marveled as hefeeling positive, I'm me, But when I'm feeling negative in anyway, I'm.. Someone else.." He said in his own voice again. He sat on the Couch, Trying to figure out what happened to cause him to change. Then he remembered the Coffee, the Boss's reaction to his appearance, the beautiful Woman walking past him on the street and the reversed Mugging.
"So.. that means.." Brad realised in horror and turned on the TV. The news reporter was reporting on the the near-death of a homeless man in an alleyway. "This time, The Killer Stabbed his victim twice, then left his Victim alive and stole the Items in the man's pockets. We have evidence from a quote from the victim saying that his name was 'Lee', Had a hideously disfigured face and was wearing a Trenchcoat and Hat." The time she took to describe him was accompanied with a police sketch of Lee discovered they were completely normal.
"B-but.. how?" he said, stroking his face, looking for a sign of scarring.
"Huh.. Guess when I'm .
"Well," said Lee in Brad's head. "I guess we're stuck with each other now."
