Monster

Chapter Fifteen--The Great Escape

I awoke in a very familiar dog-cage. The room was well-lit and smelled like plastic. My head was burning, and I had sores were the needles had been stuck into my skin. I wasn't too comfortable either; sleeping on the concrete floor had its side-effects.

In the cage next to me was Alex. He still had a sickly pallor, and redness had left his lips and cheeks. He was slumped up against the far side of the cage, with no shirt and bruises along his muscular torso. I checked to see what I was wearing--thankfully still jeans and a hoodie, but my shoes were gone.

The rest of the room was filled with other cages, but these were empty. The ceiling was high up and industrial, and the door was on the far side of the room. Security cameras dotted the walls.

I sighed in disappointment; my plan had epically failed, Charlie was probably pissed out of his mind AND in jail...and I was stuck in a fucking DOG CAGE. I had, potentially, killed myself.

What was stopping Dr. Nile from killing me?

"There is very much you can help me solve, Drew. And not just me--but the world," I snapped my head up to see Dr. Nile standing above my cage, his grey hair contrasting his tanned skin as always. But wait--had he just read my mind?

"Did you just...read my mind?" I questioned. He laughed.

"No, Drew. The medicine I pumped into you has made your brain a bit foggy, I suppose. You asked what was stopping me from killing you out loud."

I gritted my teeth at my stupidity; I hope it was the medicine.

"Oh. Well, what can I help you to solve? Maybe I could help you finding a moral? It seems like yours is missing," I said sarcastically. Dr. Nile was unfased.

"No, Drew. That does remind me--I HAVE no conscience, no morals. It is not a weakness; it is a strength. You, Drew, could be amazing. You could be a super-human; the next Wonder Woman. In order to do so, you will have to loose all sense of moral. You will be physically capable AND emotionally indestructible. The perfect girl," he smiled, "to rule the world."

Dr. Nile's words chilled me. He wanted me to have no moral? No conscience? And saying that I was "physically capable?" Sure, I was strong--when I was a Monster.

"I'm only strong and have no morals when I'm a Monster," I stated, curious.

"But you do not think as a Monster; you kill. Mindless killing is not what I want--you need to know what your target is, who they are--I will make you like Alex, Drew."

Alex?

"I guess he never told you," Dr. Nile chuckled, "Alex can think as a Monster; he chooses when he turns. The only flaw with him is that he CARES, Drew. He cares about you, anyone could see that. But I can't take you away from him; that would require death,"

I scowled.

"So I'll make him torture you instead."

I bit my tongue in nervousness and backed against the cage, flipping Dr. Nile off.

"You are sick--torture me? And Murder Project 99? You can't take over the world, Dr. Nile," I spat. He chuckled.

"My intent is not to take over the world, and M99 was cancelled long ago. My goal is to show the world danger, to show them that the government can't keep them safe. You will wreck havoc, Drew, and then the people will understand danger--and heartbreak. They need to understand what science can create."

His plan was stupid. I'm sure plenty of people knew danger and heartbreak--they didn't need any more of it.

"Now, come, Drew," Dr. Nile ordered. I scoffed. I wasn't going to leave Alex behind. Dr. Nile sighed in annoyance, then pressed a silver button on a small, chrome remote. My cage door was flung open by him.