The Change

Ultimatum J

"What did you say" I questioned interrogatingly. Mason stood there, shaking in his armor; not wanting to speak by the looks of it. He held his long swords, scared of what could happen. "I said, what did you say!?" The bio-netic assassin gulped. I was getting impatient with him.

Then a voiced racked inside of my brain, "Kill him, let his blood drain from his eyes, let him bleed to your hearts content!!" I took not of that voice, but I said nothing of it, I remembered it from today too. Then I focused on Mason, he was scared. But what came next surprised me the most. He took his long swords and put the points under his jaw. I reached out, but before I could stop him he shoved them through. Not knowing I could do something I fell to my knees.

More cops arrived to the scene, they had the SWAT team ready if need be. I couldn't stand, so I called out, "My name is Joseph Alexander Steelman, and I was too weak to save anyone!" The cops must have heard that as a sign because they barged in. They looked around the room, one said "Clear." I was as still as a statue, my arms to the side, and my back slumped. Tears ran down my eyes. Then someone set a hand on my shoulder, it was a man in a suit. He seemed familiar, then I remembered.

(Flash back moment) ^I looked around, I was in the lab with test tubes. I felt like my regular self, just sick and fatigued. I sat in my wheel chair that I was in, with the owner of the laboratory. His name was John Vince Stratton, and he was the man who was supposed to cure my disease. A man of the military came into the laboratory and called for Mister Stratton. "Dr. Stratton, the general would like to speak with you." Stratton had walked out of the room at that time to speak with him.

After about twenty or so minutes, I had seen the ol' Dr. come back into the laboratory. He had prepped a large, thick, ugly looking needle. Man did I hate needles. "Lie down on your stomach child, zhe needle has to go into your spine. Zhe reagent vwill help you get on your way to health" he spoke in a thick German accent. I did so and the next thing I remember after that was blackness.^

"Dr. Stratton, is that you?" The man had nodded. I heard his thoughts, He needs to go there now, to the school. Then I looked him dead in the eye, "What school are you thinking about Stratton?" I asked him quietly.

"Vwell child, you have become what we do not understand, somezhing we call an Ultimatum. A kind of being, zhat is almost all powerful, and extremely dangerous. Zhere have only been two Ultimatums before you. And zhe government has failed to keep zhem vwizhin zhere grasp. Vwhat vwe know is zhat after zhey become an Ultimatum, zhey evolve into somezhing completely different and then dissapear. Never to be seen again."

As the good Dr. explained this to me, I was surprised. The government probably wanted me to become a super weapon or something. For all I knew. "I know of a school zhat has actually been in contact vwith me for a while now, keeping me up to date on how zheirstudents are doing. So I will be happy to take you zhere so you may finish high school zhere. And your family doesn't even have to move vwith you." After he said that word, family, I looked at him once more.

"Family, my mother is dead, my father is probably broken up now, my cousins and brother are going to have to go to some foster care. I am all alone now, AND YOU WANNA TALK ABOUT MY FAMILY" I yelled, loud enough actually to get the cops to train the guns on me. The Dr. held a hand up to signal them it was fine. I was not fine though, with out my mom, my whole family would be gone, and I would be to blame. I was pissed at this point in time. I didn't really know what came over me, but I had some how used my mind to grip his throat, and slam him against the wall closest to us. As the cops trained there guns the Dr. spoke through labored breathing, "Don't! Joseph, I am sorry, but if you let me go I can assure you zhat you may be fine. I know one of zhe Ultimatums, I can call for her so she can meet you, vwe kept in touch for a long time, just try to speak vwith her please!." It took me a moment to decide, but I let go of the Dr., and he could breathe once more with, a bruised trachea of course.

He patted my shoulder, and we walked out of the hospital and to his car. He got in the drivers seat and I the passenger, as we buckled in, old habits probably won't die hard in the future. So as he started the car, he handed me a blanket from the backseat, so I could cover up. Then we headed for the school he told me about, The Supernatural Boarding School for the Strange and Unknown.