Serum Soldiers

Chapter 17 - Preparation

"Is he ready?"

"Almost, but he is resisting sir."

"Hm, didn't know he could still do that. You have fists don't you?"

"Yes, sir."

"Well use them, if his resisting gets out of control."

"Yes sir."

"And bring him into the control room. I need to make some last minute arrangements."

Henry was stood on his usual perch, with his hands resting on the bar, stopping him from falling onto all the glum looking staff. He lent on it, his behind slightly sticking out. He surveyed the room, watching as many people typed and wrote, what looked like important essays or just notes. Well either that, or they were just trying to make themselves look busy and not wanting to be in firing line.

A few moments later, the noise of shaking chains could just about be heard. Well, not to anyone who wasn't expecting it. To Henry, however, he could hear it perfectly, as though it was only a few feet away from him. He was expecting it of course.

Two beefy guards climbed the steps, to Henry's perch, holding tightly the chains that were connected to the figure's neck and arms (which were tied behind his back). His ankles were also chained so that he couldn't kick or leap or run anywhere. Henry was wondering where all these muscular guys had come from. Maybe he subconsciously hired them? Well it was a good thing, because 'he' had started to struggle again, and the two guards seemed as though even they were struggling.

"Here he is sir." Few staff members had looked up, but only with their eyes, trying not to attract any unnecessary attention from Henry.

"Yes, I can see." He had turned his head, keeping the same position as before. After replying, he rolled his head back round, so he was facing on the floor below. The guards looked slightly worried and concerned, because Henry was never this controlled and quiet. This was a major aspect of his amazing plan and he hadn't even punched someone? Well, that's a record. However, that only means that worse could be yet to come.

"LISTEN UP!" His sudden raise of voice, made everyone stop and look up at Henry with slightly shocked faces. "I want to introduce our scapegoat!" The boy was pushed forward, but the guards still had their hands clamped onto the chains. His hair drifted forward, into his face, hiding whatever expression he had at the time.

"Puppet, will be our way out of this mess!" Henry announced with his arms stretched out in the air, grinning from ear to ear.

"But sir, he doesn't look the part." Henry's eyes, pin pointed the man who had suddenly spoke out.

"What do you mean, 'he doesn't look the part'?" He began to descend the steps onto the the lower floor, the guards and Puppet following, as he still kept eye contact. "Is there something wrong with the way he looks?" He moved closer and the man began to become uncomfortable. "Hang on, what is your name?"

He cleared his throat, "It's Harry."

"Well Harry. Tell me what is wrong with Puppet?"

"W-well, he doesn't look as though he has done anything wrong."

"Well running criminals don't exactly, keep their stained clothes on when trying to escape the police. Usually they try to change their identity as much as they can, without acting too suspicious."

"Yes I know but-"

"But it would look too conspicuous." Henry started to circle Harry, staring at his head as he turned, catching Harry's eyes with his dead and icy stare.

"But still, he just looks too innocent without a little sign of blood or something like that." Henry looked a little amused at Harry. He turned and signalled to Puppet and the guards.

"Bring him behind Harry, but a little to my left. Yes, good. Now one of you come here."

The guard stood next to Henry, as he turned to face away from the staff. From behind, Henry could be seen taken something out and holding it. He laughed a bit, his head facing down at whatever he was holding. Then he stopped and his head moved up, to his regular line of sight. His body and head spun round at the same time, with his right arm out stretched.

Harry jolted and his face turned to an eternal shocked look. All eyes feel on him as he wobbled and fell onto Puppet, who caught him but Harry slipped down to the floor. Only the echo of his body slamming against the floor, filled then room, and then after a while died down.

"How's that?" Henry retracted his outstretched arm and brought back the handgun, that he grasped. "You don't have to look the part to be a killer. You don't even have to be insane to be a killer. Just one push to the wrong person and whoops! Game over." He walked closer to see where he had landed the bullet, and smirked. Into the right of his forehead, narrowly missing Puppet's head, making the splatter sprinkle over his face. The way Harry had slid down, had also smeared some more blood on Puppet's shirt, adding a little more colour to the growing yellow patches.

Henry's smirked dropped as he became disinterested in the newly found corpse. He turned back to the guard he had stolen then gun off and thrusted it into his hand. He pulled a white handkerchief out of his lapel pocket and wiped his hand of blood. When he had finished, he threw the handkerchief behind him, which landed on the fallen Harry's body, over the bullet wound.

"Clear this mess up. We have to bring in Puppet for the crimes he has committed against all those innocent people." Henry turned to the crowd.

"And now we will commence the Avengers' downfall." His dark eyes shimmered, as a thin smile stretched across his sleep-deprived face.

This was it. This was the start of Henry's unfathomable plan...

Whoo! Well hopefully I haven't bored you lot to death, but now the real story should begin :3 Thanks for reading again!
~ Strawhat-cat