Shock Me, I Dare You.

Chapter 3 - 'Recruiting'

The firm well built figure of Herman Carter stood in front in the mirror while adjusting his tie as to his final touch for his whole get-up. A fancy buttoned shirt and a black vest on top, tailored black pants decorating his elegant shoes. Today is an exciting day for him. Not only that his operation for getting the new subjects is accruing, but he got an approval for his final project funding, and the people in charge in the CIA raised a little event in a very expensive hall for this occasion.

A smile started to form on his lips which then grew to a menacing chuckle. Oh how he just loved when things fall into the right order. "Perfect" he said to himself. It took so long to lift his final "Project Awakening". He always get a little excited thinking about it. The amount of Power.. Freedom.

Others could not comprehend the things he accomplished. His work. Their ethics always stood in their way. Imbeciles. Knowing better he knew how far he reached, more than any.

He also knew that the prisoners of the institute were not resistant to his treatments, and the word already spread in the cells wing and they all knew who he was, started to call him "The Doctor", whispering among themselves the horror stories and how terrifying is his presence alone. The man who put terror in their heart, and fear in their mind.

Ah yes, the new subjects, he felt eager to get to work on them already, see if he was right about this specific demands towards test subjects, he usually was.

New candidates. Each selected specifically to his orders. Resilient, committed against the country (just for protocol) and off the grid. It wasn't easy, but doable. The special combat unit he got arranged were watching them for days now.

Soon, the 'recruiting' will begin.

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You wiped your brow as you were holding a screwdriver, installing something to the side of your window. Rain pouring it's way and the water streams and drops decorate your window as your reflection glistening on the glass.

Tomorrow you'll have to leave your place and go to another hideout, even start anew. You turned to your bed where a small commando knife was laid along with brass knuckles, an emergency phone and a golden necklace.

You eyed the necklace and turned back to the window. Your mom gave you that necklace, it's the only thing you have left from her. "Huh" you chuckled sadly a little. If she could only see you now. Fugitive by the law, something or someone is after you, and now you got to leave your apartment to search of a probably new home. You bet she never asked this life for you.

A call came again through your other phone. It's Laurie, she's searching you for days now, you knew they got worried sick when you didn't show up that day due to a subway chase. You did wish to call your friends of course. But you're afraid who's ever after you might trace the call or worse, find your friends. And there's no way you'll jeopardies them. You knew you were alone in this mess, there's just no other option.

You glanced in the mirror, your hair was a little messy and your face troubled. "What a mess" you sighed to yourself. You turned to the bed again and strapped the knife down your leg and the emergency phone down the other, the brass knuckles in your pocket.

Holding the necklace in your palm you squeezed a little tighter as in embracing the blessings of your mom in the gold and wore it on you.

You sighed one last time before turning back to your doings, continue to install the device to the corner of the window, you ain't going down without a fight, and you'll make it very clear to who's ever after you.