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He couldn't help but laugh.
"You're the only one of your kind who can kill, John. You're the only one who can kill." The Founder's voice held a tinge of regret. "But since you're so keen on mankind perhaps you'd like to join them." His voice turned threatening.
John couldn't stop his eyes from going to a setup he recognized only too well from his time at Ultra.
He grabbed John's legs squeezing painfully, harshly demanding, "Where is he?"
John stared defiantly at him and then kicked as hard as he could.
The Founder moved back out of range, breathing heavy, saying, "You leave me no choice. Hit him."
The bespectacled medical assistant moved the cart forward, grabbing a syringe. John watched him come, futilely fighting the restraints.
The man grabbed his head turning it to the side, exposing his neck. A brutal thrust, a push and a unit was injected.
John's eyes fluttered as the yellow liquid coursed through his blood. Uncontrollable tremors, turning into seizures, racked his body. He screamed from the burning pain. Things flew around the room as John fought the serum.
The Founder was buffeted, but stood his ground watching curiously. He has no special powers. How is he fighting this?
As things settled down, he could tell John was not human yet.
"Again," he ordered.
The lab coated man eyed with trepidation the items flying around the room and then repeated the procedure. Now lights flickered, lamps, tables and supplies flew. John screamed, but still his power raged.
The Founder watched mystified. Impossible! This bastard, and he probably literally is a bastard, has never had any great powers. How is he fighting this? I've seen infinitely stronger TPs go after the first shot.
"Again," he calmly demanded.
The human, nervous but afraid to disobey the Founder, once again obeyed. The screams tore John's throat raw. This time the lights burnt out, and the two humans in the room hit the grey walls, their necks breaking. Everything in the room except the chair and the Founder was destroyed. He stood his ground and eventually John drifted into unconsciousness, sliding down in the chair.
He walked over, placing a hand on John's sweaty head, searching. "They all go eventually." He spoke to the empty room. He undid the restraining straps before he left. No need for them now.
He paused, turning back, just before he left, once again wondering. What made him so resistant? Shame he stole TIM when he left. It would have been worth my while to check deeper into his genetic makeup.
The man shrugged. Too late now.
He gave John time to recover and then walked in with two guards. John was sprawled on the floor face down. He must have tried to get out of the chair but collapsed. I'll say this for him. He's a fighter.
A wave of one hand and the Founder turned him over.
He knelt down, resting one hand on John's chest.
The battered young man groaned and mumbled, "If you're gonna have me killed then just do it already."
The Founder shifted his hand to John's shoulder giving him a falsely reassuring shake. "Oh no, John. Why would I want to do that? I've got a job for you. You're going to deliver a message for me."
John's eyes slid away losing focus.
The Founder stood up, signaling the two guards to get the semiconscious now human John on his feet.
