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One month later, Neon Labs, 1:45 p.m.
Hip-hop music blasted through Ryan's headphones, his fingers snapping to the beat as he began recording everything in sight.
"Now, I'm technically not supposed to do this. But who would believe me? Like, look here- they're building humanoid robots! And here! Neurally linked prosthetics?" Ryan vlogged, "And this room...well, I'm not allowed in that room. Never asked why."
FLASH!
The door creaked open as eerie blue smoke curled around Ryan's ankles. Panicked, he stumbled behind a nearby corner just as two scientists emerged from the fog. One carried a syringe filled with glowing teal liquid, while the other, hair wild and dusted with dark red flakes, scratched impatiently at his head. Ryan slowly peered around the corner with the camera and zoomed in.
"Wait, is that blood? " Ryan analyzed the red splatters on the bottom of their coats and shoes.
He lifted the camera again, just in time to capture the scientists entering the vault's passcode before sealing it shut.
CLICK!
"Finally, some progress. I thought we'd be running trials forever. " The man scratched his hair again, "What's with the pout? You don't seem impressed. "
"Because more work has to be done. That Elemental was successful, but the overall success rate is too low. And we're running out of test subjects, so we need to crack the code with these. " The other scientist searched through metal cupboards nearby. "As easy as it would be to do another public test...they'd catch on if there's another mass...you know. "
"You're right...I'm just happy for the small victories. " His colleague sighed, "Back to it, I guess."
Ryan zoomed in as the scientists grabbed gas masks and a syringe filled with iridescent teal fluid.
"Wait a minute..." Ryan peered at the syringe, "Isn't that...?"
After entering the passcode once more, they disappeared behind the massive metal door. Ryan quickly sent the recording to Emma. She wasted no time texting back.
"What are you doing? You know you're not supposed to be recording."
"Skip to the end; that syringe. That's the G-Formula? I thought it was a myth. " Ryan's fingers danced across his screen as he sent his message.
"You're right. Isn't that how they plan on curing humans or whatever? Leave before you get in trouble. It's off limits for us. "
"One second."
Ryan stood in front of the metal cabinets. Remembering what he had seen in the footage, he rewatched it and swiftly entered the passcode. With a metallic gasp, the drawer slid open. He video called Emma, a grin on his face.
"I just said leave!" Emma ducked into her cubicle, "Ryan!"
"Come on! I just wanna see how they make this work? The cure for cancer could be right in front of us-"
Their stomachs dropped at the sight. Images and articles filled the drawers, revealing grotesque horrors.
Mangled corpses piled together, flesh melted like wax beneath slick teal ooze. Other frames showed impossible creatures—fur-covered men and women with reptilian eyes, and towering organisms fused with metal, stone, and wood.
"What the hell? " Emma forced back her vomit, "Ryan..."
"No...these are...the results of the G-Formula..." Ryan read more files," Emma...they said they did public testing..."
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Project Renegade: Genesis (Being Updated)
ActionGrowing up stinks. Puberty, social connections, and trying to mature are already tricky enough. Add superpowers, an illegal superhero group of misfits, and an underground crime syndicate; stress might not describe it adequately. That's the life of...
