Aaron's P.O.V:
I bit my tongue as pain flooded through my body.
Charles had just wedged the knife in the wound where he shot me earlier.
The guy's faces looked horrified as they watched the scene unfold.
The pain intensified when he twisted the knife around but I didn't react.
Beads of sweat trickled down my forehead as I stared expressionless at Charles.
"Impressive", he gave a nod and then ripped the knife out of my skin without warning.
I clenched my jaw in pain but didn't react further.
He went back over to the box and pulled out a lighter.
He held the flame onto the knife for a good minute and came towards me.
"So tell me. What did they do to you?", Charles asked, still holding the lighter to the knife.
I kept my mouth shut and he sighed angrily, stabbing me in the exact same spot with the burning knife.
I bit the inside of my cheek, resisting the urge to scream out in pain.
He left it in my shoulder and studied me.
"Hmm...", he tapped his chin.
His face lit up and he smirked deviously at me.
"I know how to get you talking", he smirked.
He once again ripped out the knife and walked casually towards the guys.
"No!", I said as he lifted the knife to Vic.
"Ah ha! So would you like to share now?", he asked.
I contemplated it.
If I didn't tell him, he'd hurt and maybe even kill Vic and the rest of them.
But if I did, I would be telling what I was sworn to secrecy.
No one was supposed to know.
A thought popped into my head.
Charles and Anthony were most likely going to be killed by the other agents when they arrive. We can also have the Agency swear the guys to secrecy after this is done.
It's my best shot.
"Fine", I spat.
Charles broke out into a grin.
"Well go ahead. Tell me everything. From the beginning", he said.
I glared at him and let out a breath.
"The Agency was looking for away to make their agents more stronger...or durable. Agents at this point in time don't last long. Maybe about three to five years before they end up dead. It's a dangerous job", I began.
"So they worked with the CIA and the biggest scientists to come up with something to give the agents a sort of boost, so that they wouldn't die off when injured badly. They came up with a drug called XALT-0 short for X Alternative Zero. It was infused with revolutionary drugs that were hard to obtain", I continued.
"The drug wasn't safe for adults, because their frontal lobes were already mostly developed, and the drug needed to manipulate the frontal lobes in order to work. So the Agency got test subjects, who were teenagers. Most from 16 to 19", I said.
"And how exactly did they get these test subjects?", Charles asked, grinning knowingly.
I gritted my teeth but answered him anyways.
"They knew that no reasonable teenager would volunteer, nor would their families let them. They couldn't just take teenagers from their homes because it would raise questions. So they took teenagers without homes", I clenched my jaw.
"Specify that", Charles said.
"They took teenagers from foster homes and orphanages", I gritted my teeth.
"And then what?", Charles egged me to continue.
"Then they took them into the lab and injected them with the drug. They observed the test subjects to see what would happen, the drug still wasn't deemed safe".
"Two thirds of the test subjects experienced heart failure and died in the lab, not long after they were injected. The last of the subjects lived longer", I noticed the guys staring at me intensely, hanging off of every word I said.
"What about the one subject who was a success? Tell me about that one", Charles said.
"The last of the remaining subjects slowly died off. The drug was too much for them to handle so their bodies shut down. But one subject reacted perfectly to the drug, because of history with other drugs", I said.
"What happened next?", Charles asked.
"They observed the subject, whom they named Subject X. Subject X was showing no signs of body failure and functioned just fine".
"So they decided to test out if the drug did what it was created to be. They took Subject X to a room and ran tests", I said.
"What kind of tests?", Charles asked, engrossed in what I was saying.
"Tolerance tests. They started off with simple wounds, such as stabbing in non-fatal locations", memories of that flooded in my head but I shut them out and kept talking.
"When Subject X reacted perfectly to this, they moved on to bigger tests. They shot Subject X to see if they would die from blood loss".
"Subject X fell unconscious ten minutes after the injury and was taken in to a room to be observed. They didn't stop the bleeding, they simply observed".
"Subject X miraculously woke up the next day feeling fine. The bleeding had stopped on its own, which was inpossible without treatment. They took blood samples to figure out how this worked".
"It turns out that the drug was stronger than they thought, and did its job well. Like I said before, XALT-0 manipulates certain parts of the brain, such as the frontal lobe. In Subject X's case, it manipulated various parts of their brain".
"The drug had a single instinct: survival. So when Subject X was bleeding out, the drug reacted and basically forced the body into a healing process. The wound wasn't completely gone, but the drug managed to manipulate the brain in order to stop the bleeding and survive".
I stopped talking and glared at Charles.
"So the drug makes its subject immortal?", he questioned.
"No. It increases it's chances of survival. If it's badly wounded, it can manipulate the body into a healing process. But if it is killed, it can't revive. No immortality. Simply survival", I said.
"And tell me Aaron, who was Subject X?", Charles asked.
I gritted my teeth before answering the million dollar question.
"Me".
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