"You aren't just a product of a test tube. Your powers don't have a ceiling."
"...You're saying I could be stronger than Ripley."
"You already are."
My eyes widened before I shook my head, Duncan moved to place the files into a black briefcase sliding it over to me.
"Take some time to process this information."
I gripped the handle sliding it over to me, then hesitantly stood up.
"You're letting me go?"
"You are not a danger to anyone. Yes, you had a brief lapse of judgment. No one blames you for the wool pulled over your eyes. Time to cut it off."
He adjusted the cuff links on his jacket before sniffing for a few men in suits to come in.
"I've prepared a condo for you to stay in. My suite will assist with whatever you need."
"Thank you."
"Don't thank me just yet. As you know you'll be monitored closely for the next few days, try not to wander off."
To be frank that is probably the most respectful disrespectful turn of events to happen. Once at the condo the suits stayed outside and closed the door while I wandered around. The condo was expensive just by looking at the rhetorical furniture and architecture. I tossed the briefcase onto a nearby couch half wanting it to explode in my face.
Creak
Swirl
I finally hopped in the shower, cleaning the crusted blood of me and any other dirt and grime. I officially broke down then. My facade and that mask I usually use for everything had shattered once again. It was different this time. There was no taping it back together. Slipping on a black shirt and sweatpants, I rubbed the towel over my damp hair scanning over the files again. Rubbing my puffy eyes, pieces started to finally fall in place when it came to my past. As revealed, I was born in a compound. This compound was made through the combination of dead superheroes, ew. I wasn't the first test subject as much as I was the first successful trial. In my first seven years, I was raised as a lab rat. White room, white clothes, surrounded by nurses and doctors. My mother's official title was Spider. She would make enemies in Russia and Iran run in circles while her team would annihilate them by any means necessary. These skills came in handy when she became a scientist.
Click
I listened to her recordings, it was warm to hear her voice again since her death. It was interesting to hear how cold she started at the beginning then slowly morphed as time went on. Compassion was cracking her exterior.
What have we become? We are no different than animals...
Although you can't entirely blame her. Watching deformed fetuses and toddlers burn alive changes something in you. If it doesn't there's something more going on there than a few screws loose. Regardless she planned out an escape plan, blew up the black site then took me into hiding. I had exactly a year of peace with my Mom. I was never given an official birthday but my Mom was determined to give me a birthday party. Using a plant, a kid from the neighborhood, tried to drown me in the backyard pool.
Splash
SCREAMS
Laughs-
By the time my Mom got there, I exploded taking out at least half the kids, adults, and half the house with it. My Mom up until the very end...
This isn't your fault...
Never blamed me for it.
You stay strong okay? I love you.
Wiping the loose tears from my face, from then on I was raised as a 'normal' sup kid. Not without the precaution of wiping my memories like they were before my amnesia week. I had been skipping around this whole detective rabbit hole I was in. There was a nod ending it now. The Globe, aka the funding for all superheroes incarnate, was behind this. In collaboration with the government, it was unknown what sups were in on it or not. Mark and Cleo could be a part of it as well. Although that speculation lane. I received a brief phone call from the suits.
"Do you need anything, ma'am?"
"Is there food and wine in the fridge?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Then I'm good."
They hung up, I flicked on the TV seeing it rise from the floor before turning on. Finally sitting down to eat, a lot of my questions had been answered regarding me. Now I had more questions not only about the Globe but why Duncan was of good cheer to help me. He's been the face of the Globe for the last few years and so I wonder why he'd suddenly want to tear it all down. Or at the very least let me roam free with classified information. Wincing a migraine was coming on, despite all my affinities I still get human afflictions. A quick pang hit my chest when a romcom played that Paul and I used to binge all the time. The fact of the matter is he was a plant too. I had to wonder if any of it was real. That's when I started on the bottle. I couldn't humble too much that it was human-made. For obvious reasons, it wasn't sup spiked. I opened the briefcase to see if there was anything else I missed information-wise but I had combed through all of it. I placed the files back in and then snapped the briefcase closed. Scratching my head of hair, I climbed up the steps to the bedroom. I felt along the silk sheets and gazed out the skylight view. Black cigarettes and a lighter waited for me on the nightstand. It was quite frankly having everything be tailored to me like this but at the same time, it was a mild comfort knowing Paul had a hand in it. Yeah, I've lost my mind.
Flick
Sizzle
Chewing at my nail, I took a long whisk of smoke and then exhaled it out. Watching the slow.
