Anton keyed into the room with the monster's cell. Two armed guards walked in beside him, heavy weapons in their hands. Additional set of guards stood by the secondary door to the cell itself, they stepped aside as Anton moved forward.

Mesogog was asleep on the floor, curled up. His breathing was ragged, but it was clear to Anton, the antibiotics were taking affect. Anton crouched by the cage door, watching. It had taken a long time to figure out what exactly had been attacking the monster's insides. Two months since his arrival here and finally, some form of progress.

"He has been asleep for over ten hours, sir," One of the guards told him.

"Does not surprise me," Anton replied. Mesogog's breath quickened and he slowly raised his head. His eyes met his brother's. Anton braced himself on the bars, feeling Mesogog's continued exhaustion wash over his mind. Mesogog crouched as well. It seemed silly in the moment, but it weren't for his scaled visage the pair were almost a mirror image. They rose at the same time.

"How are you?" Anton asked. Mesogog sniffed the air and looked just behind his twin. He moved his jaws experimentally. He flicked his eyes back to Anton.

"Exhausted, Anton. There is still pain but it has definitely faded considerably. And very very hungry," He snorted. Anton nodded. That was good; the monster had barely been able to eat much over the past week but bland food. But now raw meat was put in front of him. Anton remained standing, watching in horrific fascination as Mesogog crouched back down and tore at what was given to him. There was snapping as the teeth ripped tendons and claws caught on organs. Anton cringed at the emotion his brother projected. Euphoria.

Mesogog stopped for a moment and looked up at Anton.

"Does this disgust you?" he asked. Anton tapped his own head.

"You can see for yourself," he replied. Mesogog laughed and continued feasting.

"Your doctor will be a little frustrated I let you eat this much before…"

"He can get over it," Mesogog snarled.

"Fair enough, he will be here in an hour or so, be nice to him you know the drill," Anton responded, leaving him. The remaining guards stood with their backs to him once again, trying to block out the wet noises of the predator's eating. Mesogog did not taunt them no that would be boring. But he knew he scared them. He simply waited, and rested.

Anton sat back in his office. So many people were blissfully unaware of the monstrous power hidden beneath the building. Not many knew about his deeper labs beneath it all. What was carried out there was known to him and a select few alone. Though he let SPD know about Mesogog's reappearance, a safe guard in case the monster proved intractable. But so far, he seemed, compliant.

That lab was the real place the monster had been born. Anton was loathe to admit that to Tommy. As far as Dr. Oliver was concerned, Mesogog was formed through the freak accident at the Island.
He carried that monster, for years, but Mesogog had had no physical form. He was simply the other that lived inside and he fought for control. He had not been aggressive at first, no, just a curious young mind living inside his own. Anton had allowed him time, time to use his form to see the world, read what it could. But the hour or two a night became longer and longer, and at one point the alter had taken over for the stretch of a week. Anton reacted violently and fought back. Every moment became a battle of wills. Until one day it was quiet. It was all quiet. Anton felt he was on his own. There was no other.

Until that day he tried the serum. It hadn't been dead, his other had been biding its time. Waiting for some moment to escape. This had been it. Though it was not perfect, it had a form to call its own. It gave itself a name and within a few shorts years, a reputation as well that stretched throughout the galaxy. Mesogog the Dinosaur Lord to some, the Master Mutant to others, he forged an alliance with those greater than he. He built armies for warlords and generals to stand beside them; all he asked in return was small pieces of their technology, and a place among their alliance when his time came.
Anton shivered to think. He had seen those giant councils. The malignant creatures had come together to do what Dark Specter never could get his alliance to, work together. Mesogog had played it smart with them. He was able to fulfill what he promised them prior to his downfall. With luck, no villain would come looking for him.

Those horrors were past now. All in the past.

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