Chapter 1

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Knock knock...

My spoon dropped from the shock. Was that really from my door, but why would anyone come to me. Thinking it must be my imagination I almost ignored it..almost.

Knock.. thud

Did something fall? Hesitantly, I go and open the door. And slam it back close just as quickly after seeing who is outside.

" What are you doing here? Before that how did you find this place? No matter how many of you are here it's impossible to breakthrough. Be warned, I am armed", I say as I pick my freeze gun, a failed experiment, a tiny detail which he need not know.

I am waiting for him to attack when I hear.

" Help..plz, didn't know where else to go.."

Against my better judgement, I open this time looking at him more carefully. He is standing in a weird way against the wall while clutching his clothes. My heartbeat quickest as I realise something is wrong but, I have no intention of dropping my gun. No matter how pitiful-, No, not pitiful I know how dangerous he can be. He extends his hand leaving his clothes, which now I can see are torn. He sees me backing out so he tries to step in. But before he could take the second step he fell on his face, with no sign of trying to get up. Now all his cuts and bruises are visible, even the older ones which are now infected due to lack of care.

" Hey! Get up and get lost. I don't know why you came here but I have no intention of helping you. Go back to your professor or something ".

No response.

" Look I don't care if you die, but can you at least die somewhere else I don't want a dead body in my living room".

It's clear he is in no condition of getting up, and my ethics can be questioned if I help him. I mean why the heck would a villain help the hero, who is supposed to kill the other?

" Whatever, This is the first and last time okay! You hear me right? ", I ask knowing full well that he won't reply.

I pull apart his already half torn clothes and use them to stop the blood from leaving his body. And don't worry I closed the door, I don't want the neighbours to think I murdered someone. I turn him over to check for more injuries and come across an even more concerning thing, his lips. No, not in the sense you are thinking, they are green. He is not a fan of lipsticks, not even on the ones he hooks up with. He is also sweating profusely, at least he is breathing normally, hopefully. Did I just jinx myself? Yup, he is not breathing, freaking me out even more.

I give him CPR in hopes of reviving him. Which thankfully works, thank you movies for teaching me this skill.

I try to pull him towards my lab, try... It's more than I could handle. So I rush towards my lab to get the materials required to get his blood sample. I end up cutting his finger more than is required. Cut me some slack, I am freaking out here. It's not every day someone comes home injured and drugged asking for help, and I am not a doctor so I hope I don't mess him up even more.

The blood sample didn't help much as it told what I already knew, he was drugged. But with what??? Damn it !! I don't even have a sample of his clear blood to compare and mine won't work. This is why I hate these mutant government slaves. Their bodies are not their own, on top of that none of them has brains.

But I need to do something...

This is the second time I question my ethics. From the perspective of humanity, I may be despicable but I am supposed to be a despicable person. So for me, this is perfect, there is one experiment that had to be paused a bit due to lack of a tester or a lab rat in simpler words. After all, theory only takes you so far. Let's do it, they have already declared me evil, why should I care anymore. Before that, I need to make sure my guinea pig doesn't die. So I prick my finger to use my blood as the base and start. With the most important data available it didn't take much time to tweak up the old solution, just 2 or 3 hrs. He isn't dead right, got too engrossed in this and forgot about him. He is a hero, his body is different so as long as this liquid works, he should be fine right??

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