Attention {Paperhat}

~ Chapter Seven ~

"LET GO OF ME YOU FUCKING PSYCHO; I SWEAR TO GOD AS SOON AS I GET OUT OF HERE, I'M COMING FOR YOUR ASS."

Flug rolled his eyes as he filled the syringe with another one of his strange and, until now, untested chemicals. "Mm. Okay, whatever you say. You up for another shot?"

"DON'T YOU DARE T-"

"Of course you are, what a stupid question. Alright, stay still."

Flug injected the chemical into the hero's (recently found to actually be Grayson Fouse) overused vein, watching as his muscles tensed in pain. His eyes skimmed over the man's body, watching for the effects that the chemical was intended to cause. Slowly, hives began breaking out on the hero's shoulder, running down his arm and eventually curling around his fingers. Flug watched, amused, as Grayson struggled to pull his other arm out of the restraint.

"Stop," Grayson hissed through his teeth, the hives beginning to make their way onto his face. "Stop it."

Flug smiled under his bag and set the syringe down. So far, the chemicals had done exactly what he'd intended them to do. If only it could be like that all the time... There was a soft knock on the door and Flug quickly made his way over, cracking the door open to peek out, seeing only 5.0.5.

"Fives! That the acid I asked for?"

The bear nodded. He knew what his creator did, and he chose to not question it. The acid, however, was new. He stood back and watched the man wheel the large barrel into the dark room.

"How about I take a break in a while and I come down to help you make dinner?" Flug asked and Fives energetically nodded his head. "Alright. Go on then, I'll be down."

Flug waited until Fives turned the corner at the end of the hall before he shut the door and walked back over to the hero, who by now was completely covered in hives and sobbing in frustration and perhaps even pain.

"It looks like they're moving slower on your legs than anywhere else, but that could just be because of the injection point. Next time I'll try the abdomen."

"Nnnnext t-time?"

"Of course. I don't plan on killing you right away. I need information that isn't about you or your girlfriend Stephanie before my time is up."

"Wh-What happens when y-your time's up?"

"I get my ass handed to me. Now, how about the League of Heros?"

"'M not telling you anything," Grayson hissed.

"Suit yourself," Flug sighed, grabbing a screwdriver and walking over to the large barrel of acid, prying the lid off.

The green light illuminated the doctor's goggles, showing his wide eyes staring intensely at the man on the operation table. The hero shrank back as Flug walked back over to him.

"Do you know what this acid can do to you, Grayson?" Flug asked, placing his hand close to the man's arm. "This is sulfuric acid. If I were to, say, dip your fingers into this, the damage would be irreversible. Really, you could just say goodbye to ever doing anything with that hand ever again. Now I think I'll need your opinion just this once. What part of you should I start with? Hand? Leg? Perhaps an eye?"

"F-Fuck off."

"Or how about I make you swallow," Flug growled, his hand snaking out and tightly grabbing a hold of Grayson's neck. "Could keep you quiet for a while, well, until the acid starts to fight against your stomach acid or eats away at your insides. Your choice."

When Grayson remained silent, Flug scoffed and squeezed the hero's neck once more before letting go to walk back over to the barrel, which was still set on the dolly. He pulled it over to the table and carefully let go of it, watching the acid slosh around for a second before grabbing a large beaker and scooping up some of the liquid.