MoonDeity: Muahahahaha! I am obsessed with this virus! Oh, sorry, um....read this?
Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans. Ebola is not really copywrited....and I do not own USAMRIID.
Claimer: I own Porsche.
Virus Evil
Chapter 1:
Ebola Zaire
The gears of Slade's lair turned slowly. Their creaks echoed throughout the dark cave. A clear moonless night sky gleamed high above, and the stars shone downward on a solitary figure on a throne.
Slade was frustrated. He had tried every idea that popped into his head to torture the Titans, and they figured him out every time. Slade loved a challenge, but when the Titans had nearly found his secret identity, that just drew the line.
"Everything I've tried, they throw back into my face!" Slade pounded on the arms of his chair with a fist. He leaned forward and rested his chin on his hands.
"I need something that is so unexpected, the Titans will crumble to the ground like stone. Something that will take them by surprise and cause them so much pain....something that nobody can track and no one can cure..."
"In that case," a silky voice said. "I might have just what you're looking for."
Slade spun around, and materializing out of the shadows, came a black booted foot. Another followed it, and then a young woman stepped out. She was clad in a skirt and black tank top. Her long brown hair hung at her shoulders. She was only about five feet, but her eyebrows arched in a way that commanded sophistication and power and her onyx eyes gleamed with pure malice.
Slade raised an eyebrow at the girl. She bowed, and from inside her shirt, produced a small vial that held a clear-yellowish liquid.
"Call me Porsche. Heard you were looking for something that could totally demolish the Titans. What if I told you I had something that could do that...and more?"
Slade blinked and leaned back, surveying Porsche.
"I'm listening."
Porsche grinned and shook the vial.
"Do you know what this is Slade? This is a vial of Ebola Zaire, Mayinga strain, stolen from USAMRIID military building in Maryland."
The words 'stolen' sparked in Slade's ears, and he leaned forward, eager to hear more.
"Ebola Zaire is the hottest Level 4 tropical virus in the world. And this strain was taken from Nurse Mayinga. It is probably the most lethal substance on the planet. Do you know what Ebola does to a person?"
Slade shook his head, and Porsche smiled, as if glorifying in the prescience of Ebola.
"Ebola is a filiovirus, and it is assembled of 7 complex proteins; four of which pathologists know nothing about. Ebola makes your skin fall off, your blood clot, and it destroys your cells. When people die of this, they are nothing but a sack of mushy dead cells and bones in a sack of skin. This strain, Ebola Zaire, is the slate-wiper. It kills 9 out of the 10 people it infects. Some die in three days."
Slade was in heaven. Porsche jumped onto the arm of his chair seductively and watched the psycho glorify in daydreams about the symptoms of Ebola. Porsche leaned over and whispered in his ear.
"This thing is from the rainforest, and nobody knows what is its natural carrier. There is no vaccine, and no cure. And it spreads like a wildfire. If we were to give the Titans this particular injection....it will spread to the city. No doubt. Think Slade...think..."
Slade indeed was thinking. The Titans dead at the hands of the most deadly virus in the world...and the city falling too. Why didn't he think of this before?
"How long until the symptoms begin showing for it?" ,he asked.
"About 24 hours, perhaps. It starts with a backache."
Slade turned to Porsche and shook her hand.
"Excellent. I can hardly wait. May I call you an ally, now?"
Porsche smiled and fingered the small vial of Ebola.
"You may, Slade. You may."
And the two evil ones laughed and formed their plan. But from the shadows of the gears, a small form leapt away and out to the roof.
"I have to warn the Titans," she thought. And the shadowed creature leapt off the roof, and into the night.
To Be Continued...
MoonDeity: Intriguing...please don't yell at me if I have gotten any of the Ebola statistics wrong. If you tell me in a review, then I will immediately correct it. Hey, I'm writing the facts off memory.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans. Ebola is not really copywrited....and I do not own USAMRIID.
Claimer: I own Porsche.
Virus Evil
Chapter 1:
Ebola Zaire
The gears of Slade's lair turned slowly. Their creaks echoed throughout the dark cave. A clear moonless night sky gleamed high above, and the stars shone downward on a solitary figure on a throne.
Slade was frustrated. He had tried every idea that popped into his head to torture the Titans, and they figured him out every time. Slade loved a challenge, but when the Titans had nearly found his secret identity, that just drew the line.
"Everything I've tried, they throw back into my face!" Slade pounded on the arms of his chair with a fist. He leaned forward and rested his chin on his hands.
"I need something that is so unexpected, the Titans will crumble to the ground like stone. Something that will take them by surprise and cause them so much pain....something that nobody can track and no one can cure..."
"In that case," a silky voice said. "I might have just what you're looking for."
Slade spun around, and materializing out of the shadows, came a black booted foot. Another followed it, and then a young woman stepped out. She was clad in a skirt and black tank top. Her long brown hair hung at her shoulders. She was only about five feet, but her eyebrows arched in a way that commanded sophistication and power and her onyx eyes gleamed with pure malice.
Slade raised an eyebrow at the girl. She bowed, and from inside her shirt, produced a small vial that held a clear-yellowish liquid.
"Call me Porsche. Heard you were looking for something that could totally demolish the Titans. What if I told you I had something that could do that...and more?"
Slade blinked and leaned back, surveying Porsche.
"I'm listening."
Porsche grinned and shook the vial.
"Do you know what this is Slade? This is a vial of Ebola Zaire, Mayinga strain, stolen from USAMRIID military building in Maryland."
The words 'stolen' sparked in Slade's ears, and he leaned forward, eager to hear more.
"Ebola Zaire is the hottest Level 4 tropical virus in the world. And this strain was taken from Nurse Mayinga. It is probably the most lethal substance on the planet. Do you know what Ebola does to a person?"
Slade shook his head, and Porsche smiled, as if glorifying in the prescience of Ebola.
"Ebola is a filiovirus, and it is assembled of 7 complex proteins; four of which pathologists know nothing about. Ebola makes your skin fall off, your blood clot, and it destroys your cells. When people die of this, they are nothing but a sack of mushy dead cells and bones in a sack of skin. This strain, Ebola Zaire, is the slate-wiper. It kills 9 out of the 10 people it infects. Some die in three days."
Slade was in heaven. Porsche jumped onto the arm of his chair seductively and watched the psycho glorify in daydreams about the symptoms of Ebola. Porsche leaned over and whispered in his ear.
"This thing is from the rainforest, and nobody knows what is its natural carrier. There is no vaccine, and no cure. And it spreads like a wildfire. If we were to give the Titans this particular injection....it will spread to the city. No doubt. Think Slade...think..."
Slade indeed was thinking. The Titans dead at the hands of the most deadly virus in the world...and the city falling too. Why didn't he think of this before?
"How long until the symptoms begin showing for it?" ,he asked.
"About 24 hours, perhaps. It starts with a backache."
Slade turned to Porsche and shook her hand.
"Excellent. I can hardly wait. May I call you an ally, now?"
Porsche smiled and fingered the small vial of Ebola.
"You may, Slade. You may."
And the two evil ones laughed and formed their plan. But from the shadows of the gears, a small form leapt away and out to the roof.
"I have to warn the Titans," she thought. And the shadowed creature leapt off the roof, and into the night.
To Be Continued...
MoonDeity: Intriguing...please don't yell at me if I have gotten any of the Ebola statistics wrong. If you tell me in a review, then I will immediately correct it. Hey, I'm writing the facts off memory.