Romeo, Oh, Romeo

The Revived

        Kit cried as the lady nurse backed away. He turned to face her. "You... you did this!" Kit growled as he stood up. "Violet's dead because of you!" The lady nurse squealed in fear as Kit wrapped his hands around her neck, and pushed her against the wall with a great force. "You murderer!" Kit's face was red with rage, and the lady nurse struggled for breath. The gunmen was shocked and tried to pull Kit off, but failed. 

      The lady nurse fell to her knees when Kit finally gave mercy and let go of her throat. Her hand was on her neck, and Kit was hitting his own head with his fists. "Violet! Violet!" The gunmen was at the lady nurses side, his hands on her shoulders. Kit was crying now, and holding Violet on the hospital bed. Her head lulled, lifeless, and her short black hair hung at her shoulders. The gunmen helped the lady nurse up, and glared at him. "Kit... how could you do that? She did all she could do!" It was odd that the gunmen was being so tender and caring.

     They were trained to be tough and merciless. But not this one. Kit was still mourning Violet as the gunmen pulled Kit into the corner of the room. "Listen, Kit. Violet is not..." He hesitated. Kit stared at him like he has grown another head. "What is it?" "Violet is not Violet anymore. The doctors they... they changed her." The gunmen stopped, and Kit stared at him. "WHAT DID THEY DO TO HER?" Kit screeched. He flinched. "They put Artvinal, a highly extreme DNA mixture, into her body. And she lived. Violet was the only one to survive, and we knew that she was the one." Kit breathed, "Well, now because of you idiots, she's dead. I hate all of you!" 

     The gunmen didn't flinch. "Violet will be okay." Kit's eyes bored into the man. He grabbed the gunman's suit and rammed him against the wall. "What the f*ck are you talking about? She's dead!" The gunmen let Kit throw him around. He needed to cool off. Then, Kit started taking the machines and breaking them, and throwing the broken pieces at other ones in fury. 

     After Kit's temper tantrum, the gunmen lead him to a cafeteria type area. The lady who worked there gave them sandwiches and orange juice. They sat down and ate in silence. Kit was wondering what would happen to Violet, while the gunmen was worrying what Violet would do. 

     Someone screaming made Kit jump. He got to his feet in a quick motion. "Violet?" He called without thinking. But he was right. First, men and women ran out of the hall, screaming. Then came Violet. Her eyes were a glowing blue, and Kit went to approach her. The gunmen grabbed his arm. "Don't." He warned. "Thats isn't her." The gunmen clutched his gun and aimed it at Violet. "NO!" Kit tackled him as he shot a bullet and the two rolled on the ground. As the gunmen pushed him away he called, "Get off, i'm helping you fool!" Kit watched, clutched by terror, as the bullet hurtled its way towards Violet. She stopped it without moving, the bullet inches from her face.

      Violet turned the bullet and aimed it towards the gunmen. "No! Violet!" Kit screamed while Violet let the bullet hit the gunmen so hard in the center of his chest, that as his body was flung across the room, the tables all flipped in the air. The bullet slipped through his chest in seconds and fell to the ground with a clink sound. A table was tossed at Kit and pinned him to a wall. Violet lifted her hands and was lifted off the ground, her hair weaving all around her. 

        "Violet! Stop this!" Chaos hit the room like a wave. Everyone was running around, fear thick and deafening in the air. Silverware and and kitchen supplies were flying through the air as Kit gruffly pushed the table off of his torso and ran to Violet. "Please! Violet! This isn't you!" He called. Her blue eyes gazed down at him. "I am not Violet." She said in an un familiar voice. "Then what are you?" Kit called. Violet set her hands down and stood in front of him, and whispered into his ear, "I am God."