HeartBeat

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

"Excuse me?" Mr. Scott takes a step back, staring at me in bewilderment.

I stare back, not repeating myself, instead narrowing my eyes in warning.

Mr. Scott, with furrowed, bewildered brows, angrily sputters, "I...What...I'm...I'm not a bomb specialist."

"No, you're not a bomb specialist. Just genius in all things human physiology." I begin to flick my fingers, counting off, "Human biology, and genetics."

I walk closer to Mr. Scott, my hands falling to my side. Mr. Scott eyes my warily, taking a step back with everyone step I take forward.

I huff in annoyance, before reaching out lightening quick, and wrapping my hands around his throat. I slam his back against the tabletop, papers falling to the floor in a scattered mess.

Mr. Scott instantly panics, flailing, before trying to remove my hand from his neck. My strength surpassed his, albeit, not by too much. Suppressors, I was convinced, was the devil's serum. My grip tightens, cutting the flailing man off from breathable air. His had reaches for me, in a weak attempt to... hit me? I narrow my eyes. Can that be called a hit, more like a shove really.

I grip his hand and bend. His mouth opens on a breathless scream.

His eyes crossed and bulged. His face turns red. His mouth opens and closes, trying to catch air. I watch silently, as he tried to gather air into his lungs. I was almost entranced. I let go as soon as his eyes change to the color of hazel.

I step back, and force my hands to the side, angrily clenching my fists. I began to breathe slowly, hoping that I can stave off the bloodlust that curls and flows around inside me.

Mr. Scott falls onto shaking knees, panting loudly, and gasping for breath. I ignore the reminders those sounds brought and raised an eyebrow, at the now coughing man.

"About eighteen years ago, a young scientist was recruited into a special little project. You were meant to cure cancer I believe, or some other disease or bacteria out there. It was revolutionary work, wasn't it?" I look down at the man looking at me with a frightened look.

"Yes. I know your little secret."

"Conner Scott, age twenty, recruited for the GB&S project. Genetic bomb and splice. Such an obvious name given to a project by a bunch of mad scientists. Modern science am I right?"

Mr. Scott shakes his head, scooting away from me. As large as he was, the fear I had just instilled into him just now, turned him into nothing but a cornered, weak, little animal. I don't follow him, as he scoots away. Even I knew best, just how weak, cornered, little animals can turn to ferocious and deadly creatures.

"You're here to kill me, aren't you? I knew it. I knew you guys would come for me one day. Please, don't hurt my family. No one knows anything about the project. I made sure of it."

"Not even Liam Dorsett?" I ask a question I already knew.

Mr. Scott trembles. "No! No one! I didn't want anyone to get hurt. I'm just a psychology teacher, who did a few courses in biology and genetics. That's it. I swear. Please don't hurt-"

"I'm not here to kill you. I thought I told you I needed you to disable a bomb. Are you not listening Mr. Scott?" I take a step. Mr. Scott's back hits his chair, cornering him complete between desk and chair.

Mr. Scott freezes, realizing he's trapped himself. He stares at me quietly for a while, before understanding washes over his face.

Before he could ask, I speak. "You know. Your quiet admirable Mr. Scott. Twenty-year-old genius, handed millions of dollars for his expertise and work on this project, and you run away when you realized that something just wasn't right." I shrug my shoulders. "And now, my admiration grows. You there in the corner cowering with the belief that I'll kill you. Yet, you don't beg for your own life, but pleads with me to spare your family and your lover. Admirable truly."