Summary: A substance originally created to speed up Agent Bishop's supper army, unintentionally results in clones of the guys. With the silver substance coming to a boil around their bodies, they're left horribly burned. But what's more is when they're actually kidnapped by their copies.
Disclaimer: I do not own the TMNT or make any money from it. This just for fun ;) I must admit, however, that this idea was inspired by an episode I once saw on the tv series Star Trek: Voyager. An awesome show I must say.
"Tainted Blood": Prologue
"This better be worth the trouble doctor. I have other matters that require my more 'direct' attention."
The dark man stood straightening his tie. He addressed the being known as Baxter Stockman patiently. His eyes narrowed, following the busy cyborg from behind his shades. The good doctor's brain came in handy; however, the personality still left many things to be desired.
"Relax Agent Bishop. I can assure you that what you're about to witness will be of utmost importance." Stockman turned back to whatever he was fiddling with. "To think that I've wasted my genius in this lab and not once has there been any once of appreciation."
Irritated, Bishop came up behind the angular, robotic man to receive a straight answer. "The reason I'm here doctor?" he asked lowly.
"Right."
The doctor collected himself nervously, composing himself again in front of his 'boss'. "If you'd please come right this way."
He lead the agent down one of the gloomy hallways, making loud 'tapping' sounds as his robotic limps met the cement floor. Coming around another long corridor, he paused at a steel door, slipped a card key in, and directed his superior to a small desk he had been working on. Picking up the only object on the metal surface, he pleasingly presented it to Bishop.
"I call it, silver blood"
Agent Bishop remained stationary. His face unchanging from the stoic look he placed upon the doctor and the small glass container in the cyborg's hand. "What is it?"
Exasperated, Stockman replaced his concoction on the desk. "Must I always explain everything? This is only a sample of one of my most brilliant work. It's a new form of deuterium I've developed. Being only one of its kinds, it can be used in almost any matter and anti-matter reactions. Carrying only one proton, neutron, and electron; it's probably the best isotope of hydrogen I've ever created."
Bishop raised an eyebrow, "In English perhaps?"
Stockman's holographic face contorted into a grin. He turned slowly to pick up the glass container and hand it to the agent. "Perhaps I'll just show you." Unscrewing the cap, he released the metallic liquid.
Bishop jerked, startled as the cool substance flowed up the side of the jar. The silvery mixture followed the attraction of the organic cells on the man's hand. Making contact, the agent abruptly dropped the container to the hard floor. The glass pieces shattered on impact. He pushed up the rim of his glasses, hiding what awe he had taking in the scene. There in front of him, sat almost an exact replica of his appendix finger. Lying in the center of the mess, it very well appeared as if someone had disassembled it and put it in the jar.
Smirking at the agent's response, Stockman took the liberty of rubbing it in. "As you can see, it has its own unique purpose."
"Interesting doctor, but how are we to use it?"
The doctor huffed, seemingly indignant. "Surely you don't expect me to teach you everything. With this in your procession--why you could increase the numbers of your 'super army' ten fold. And with my genius they could be so advanced, never will any extraterrestrial life forms be a threat to earth."
"An intriguing proposition doctor." Bishop glanced at the appendage still abandoned on the floor. "How much have you created?"
Making his way back to the door, the cyborg gestured for the man to follow. Coming to a platform, he worked a control causing it to lift. For once, Bishop removed his shades. Before him were ten precise duplicates of Baxter Stockman himself. The difference being in the flesh.
"Magnificent aren't they?"
The agent starred at the small collection of 'troops' before him. He could feel the spark of pain that will surely evolve into a headache. "Not particularly the word I'd choose."
"Unimpressed? A demonstration perhaps."
"Is that really necessary?"
Stockman looked incredulously at man next to him. "If you want to this stuff at its best than yes!" Metal limps working across the controls, he couldn't help the smirk across his features. "And I have the best assignment suited for the job."
"Such as?"
"Eliminating those pesky terrapin creatures."
AN: Sorry it's really short. This story I've actually decided will replace the one I had entitle, "Once upon a New York City". I'm hoping it might be a more 'fresh' plot bunny than the original.