Imagination Gamer: Hello, long time reader, first time story submitter. This used to be written in script format and it was my Creative Writing project which, as usual, earned me an "A". Now, I decided to put it in story format, put my deleted ideas that I've taken out to shorten the story in it, and submit it here for all to see. This is the first time I try to let out my writing prowess in public. So, please go easy on the flames. Polite constructive criticism is accepted though.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Jak and Daxter universe, Eco elements, Haven City, or anything related to the game or whatever movie, book, or show I refer to except the things that are not in the original games, shows, or books that I came up with for the story! So, please don't sue! I'm poor!
A Friend's Darkest Hour
(Character Descriptions)
This kid was slightly tall for his age with tan skin even though he barely sees the sun through the smog of South Town. He had large, cerulean, expressive eyes that often seemed as if they burned like the sun. The boy had brownish black hair that is short and well-groomed. His face looks a lot like a certain warrior combined with his father's bodily features, but the features weren't as prominent because of his young age. The kid had slightly corded arms and legs from exercising and taking defensive classes in case someone tries to kill him. But, he was quite thin even though he eats properly unlike most of the citizens around here. His hands were a size larger than average with long, thin fingers that scarcely twitched. The most noticeable part of the child was the fact that his ears may be pointed like a regular Elfan, but they were half the size they should be at his age. He explained to his old colleagues more times than he'd like to admit that it was a birth defect that he had ever since he was born.
The only thing that made this kid seem like he had a career is that he was wearing a recently washed, ghost white lab coat that is a size too big for him due to his small stature. He wore dark purple surgeon gloves that go up to his elbows and they looked well polished and brand new. He wore trousers that are midnight black and fit like they were made for him. The boy wore Oxford leather boots that date back to the 1800's, not from his world, and fit like they were designed for him. He also wore white, clean socks that go up past his shins and are obviously too large for him. Underneath that lab coat was an onyx shirt that had gold letters that read in bold, "Wake up and smell the coffee!" The shirt also had a golden, steaming coffee mug sewn into it. He wore this shirt because it was National Coffee Day in Haven City.
Close behind the lad was a 6 foot tall, young man in his twenties. He was following the kid to the lab looking a bit timid like he was gonna face his worst nightmare. His skin was almost as pale as a Dark Sage due to doing most of the dirty work. The man's eyes were large, forest green eyes that were dulled from fright and had subtle signs that this man was exposed to Dark Eco. The guys hair was a very light, golden-yellow that was snowy white at the roots due to Dark Eco exposure and it was messy like he forgot to brush for several weeks. His face looks like Daxter's face when he was human. Except the guy's face was much older, no freckles, no buck teeth, his frame is more of an oval shape, and his face was covered with old scratches. The young man was so much thinner than the child he's following that it was scary. Almost every bone in his body is showing through his skin that lacked fat and muscle. He even had arms that are like twigs, legs that are like sticks, and ribs that you could play like a xylophone due to not eating properly because of the Baron. It's because that he's not a rebel like the kid is. His hands were bony with long, thin fingers that twitched like crazy. He had long, pointed, healthy ears in the doctor's terms because he was an Elfan.
He looks like that he works for and not with the kid because his lab coat was torn badly and covered with blood that doesn't belong to him or to a regular animal. His white surgeon gloves are torn at the fingers and covered in blotches of Dark Eco and blood. His baggy, saggy, brown pants were torn up with scabbed scratches on his legs that are too big to be from a regular animal. He wore old, brown loafers that are too big for him and had a hole in the right sole. He wore brown, old, dirty socks that go up to his ankles, were too saggy to fit him, and were full of holes. Under that horrid lab coat is an old, powder blue, torn up shirt that had faded, black letters that read in bold, "All stressed out and nowhere to hide!" The kid had to remind him that it was National Coffee Day.
The Youngest and Strangest Dark Sage
The events took place in an overly fortified city that is unfittingly known as Haven City. On the east side of the city there is an Industrial Section that is mostly metal and littered with many rundown buildings. But, there are a few buildings that looked inviting enough. One of these select few is a large, imposing, pearl white, dome-shaped observatory that looked like a prestigious university. The same kid in the description was walking towards it while sipping his free cup of vanilla coffee in a medium cup.
Close behind him is the same cowardly man in the description who was practically wolfing down his large black coffee because he was really stressed out. It was making the child feel self-conscience because this savage chugging was making people gawk and younger ones gossip.
"Randall." the kid told the young man in a tone that sounded serious, introverted, and intelligent. But, his voice sounded like your typical 12-year-old caucasian boy. Also, he had a slight lisp when he's upset or whispering.
"Don't drink you coffee like that. People are staring." The boy sipped his coffee as he told him that.
"I can't help it!" Randall stammered in a tone that sounded nervous, impulsive, and anxious. But, seemed to have bouts of bravery when he wants to speak his mind.
"I have to stock in those monsters again! Why won't you do it, Benny? You're the Dark Sage of this place!" he demanded in a nervous tone.
The boy, by the name of Ben, looked at Randall crossly and told him in a stern tone, "Because, I seem to be too young to do all that even though I know my way around a creature's horns. If the Baron's goons find out that I'm handling the creatures I'll end up in the Prison Fortress... again! Do you want that, Randy?"
Randall just shook his head rapidly and was shrinking like he was scared of him. This scene would seem odd to those who don't know Ben because Randall was bigger and older than him. Ben took a deep breath, downed the rest of his coffee, crushed the foam cup, and underhanded it into the nearest dumpster which he didn't miss. Randall did the same thing, but he missed the dumpster. He ran to it as fast as he could, picked up the trash, and put it in the dump before the guards noticed. Ben sighed and rolled his eyes in annoyance when Randall ran back to him.
"You've got to learn to stand up to those guards." Ben said as if the very word tasted revolting and he looked a bit exasperated, "Otherwise they'll just walk all over you like you're stairs!"
Randall's shoulders slumped and he looked down at his filthy loafers as he trudged behind Ben. Ben was walking like he was balancing books while he was ahead of Randall. The funny pair was silent as they walked up the stairs of the imposing observatory that stood out like a sore thumb in the area that had buildings that didn't look even half as inviting.
They stepped into the observatory and Ben turned the power on. The place seemed, to a scientist, as though they've died and gone to heaven. The place was full of the latest technology in Ben's world. It had X-rays, monitors, tools that are well polished, precursor steel cages, gleaming silver tables, clean testing tubes, countless advanced chemistry sets, hundreds of colorful chemicals, thousands of books on random subjects, and ten rooms with different labels. The ten rooms are the broom closet, the examination room to examine new speices, the stock room to stock new creatures in, the back door, the bathroom, the hangar for deliveries, the chemistry room, the surgeon room for Ben to practice, the laboratory for experiments, and the emergency room for the injured. The observatory itself was clean, sterile, and as inviting as a spa for a Dark Sage's Observatory. The stock room is where its true colors shine because it looked as bad as the Aeropan Research Rig. It's mostly because no one goes in there except for Randall and Ben. Anybody else who does either doesn't come out alive or will never go in there again. Ben used to work with the Aeropans, but he quit after he realized what they were doing and he refused almost all the invites into the fortress so they could use his discoveries to aid in their "project" which he found out two years ago because he reads detective novels, especially Sherlock Holmes, like it's going out of style.
Ben took deep breaths to try to take in the odors of the place which would smell unpleasant to most, but it's like a flowery spring morning to Ben. Randall covered his nose in every way possible to try to get used to the horrid smell of Dark Eco, blood, malodorous chemicals, and other terrible smells again. Ben kept his eyes closed, nose in the air, and he kept inhaling the smells into his powerful lungs for nearly a minute. He finally exhales sharply, shook his head almost violently, and opened his eyes that looked as if he just met the Precursors.
"Another day," Ben claimed like an actor on a stage, "another new creature to discover."
Randall shuffled in after Ben looking like he's just seen his worst nightmare and he tries not to show it. But, he was failing miserably.
"Yeah," Randall whimpered while fidgeting, "another day, another monster to nearly get killed by!"
Ben stopped walking, turned to Randall, crossed his arms, and tried to appear calm before his twitchy assistant.
"Randall, the correct term," Ben said in a tone that is as smooth as silk, "I believe, is creature."
Randall looked less than thrilled at Ben's ignorance and the fact that those things tried to kill him in more ways than one. His timid demeanor vanished momentarily so he can get into, yet another, debate about whether to call it a creature or a monster.
"Which is a nice way of saying monster!" he screamed at Ben while flailing his arms like a maniac.
Ben turned his back on his annoying colleague. He sighed, looked up, rolled his eyes, and looked throughly annoyed. Ben turned back around to his friend to try to convince him.
"When are you going to see a creature as a new species?" He asked with confusion dripping in his tone.
"When they stop trying to kill me..." Randall tried to retaliate before Ben saw something.
Whatever he saw it was annoying him because his face was contorted in a combination of anger and annoyance. He looked down at Randall's shoes which had been trailing mud from the door to the middle of the lab.
"Randall!" Ben growled inhumanly at his colleague pointing at his muddy shoes.
Randall groaned in disgust before he turned around and trudged to the bathroom to wash his muddy shoes. After that, he grabbed the mop before Ben could point it out and cleaned the muddy trail he made from his filthy shoes. Then, he put his shoes back on and placed the plastic footings over his shoes while grumbling in protest from all Ben puts him through.
"Ben." Randy grumbled while tying off the plastic wrappings, "You really need to cool it with the 'strict codes of conduct' stuff!"
Ben groaned quietly, turned his back on Randall, crossed his arms, closed his eyes, and looked down. He does that to try to calm himself because, like most natural-born Dark Eco Sages, he has a bit of a 'Dark Side' to him. The only weakness is that his powers were barely developed because of his young age. But, he still gets quite dangerous if he loses his temper which he hasn't in three years and he doesn't intend on starting now. He finally got a grip on his temper, sighs, and uncrossed his arms.
"Just get to work at stocking in the new creatures that I'm going to study." he muttered before it was quickly replaced with a hopeful tone, "Are there any Dark Demons?"
Randall looked shocked beyond all reason at that question because, in his views, a Dark Demon is by far the worst and most dangerous creature one would ever come across. Most people would agree to that since they've only heard legends and rumors about them. Some people say that the Dark Demon is only a legend and that they don't even exist. But, Ben hasn't lost hope and he made it his life's quest to find, study, and learn everything about it.
Ben sighed dreamily at his reverie of actually meeting the rare creature like a boy would when he's in love with the girl of his dreams and droned, "Wouldn't I give to at least see one."
Randy rolled his eyes groaning in an annoyed way at Ben's insane reverie of meeting one of those things. Even Randall believed that they don't exist and that his Holmesian friend is on a wild goose chase for something that only exists in legends and ghost stories.
"Ben," Randall told him, "I'm not one to rain on other people's parades, but those monsters don't exist!"
That crossed the line right there because telling Ben that a Dark Demon doesn't exist is like kicking a crocadog. But, Ben tries to take it calmly which is alien to most of the people that he meets who think they don't exist.
"Sure they do, Randall." Ben elaborated calmly, "If they didn't exist then we wouldn't exist. Someone had to have become a Dark Demon from being exposed to Dark Eco. It's a very possible theory, Randy."
"It's impossible, Ben!" Randall yelled, "No one could survived exposure to that much Dark Eco!"
Ben just smiled his trademark half-smile as he eyed Randy from his grey-rooted hair, to his darkening forest green eyes, to his fair skin that is barely starting to get a light blue hue, and to his finger nails that are looking a bit grey and is getting darker by the week.
"But, not improbable! How often have I told you when you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable..." Ben remarked before catching himself starting to use one of Holmes' commonly used references again, "I mean, look at you. You've survived from daily exposure to Dark Eco ever since you started working with me and you're still very much alive. You're also already at the first stages of becoming one of them yourself. Ergo, it's very probable that someone could become a Dark Demon from over-exposure to Dark Eco."
Randall's eye twitched a bit at the realisation that he survived from constant exposure to the dark stuff ever since he started working for Ben. Randall couldn't help but run to the bathroom to look in the mirror. When he did, he realized that Ben may be right. He does look a bit like the humanoid creatures out of the books and it's getting more noticable by the week. It's actually the first time Randall has even so much as glanced in a mirror since he started working for Ben. Ben starts to count backwards from ten as Randall started to get more and more freaked as he felt his ice-cold face and stares at his darkening fingernails. When Ben got to one, he covered his ears and Randall screamed so loud that it could be heard in the Wasteland.
"Well... that was pleasant." Ben muttered as he uncovered his ears.
"I don't look pleasant either!" Randall screamed from the bathroom.
"Don't worry Randy, I-I'll think of something that'll help with your... appearance." Ben fumbled while trying to think of a remedy for his unfortunate friend at the same time.
"You better!" Randy whimpered, "Or I'll never show my face in public again! Obviously."
"Yeah," Ben deadpanned, "like I would never show my face in the fortress again because of what I've unwittingly done to that poor little girl."
Randall was quick to realize who Ben was talking about, "Oh! You mean Ka-"
Before Randy could finish Ben held up a hand to quiet him.
"Yes," Ben muttered, "You know who I meant. If only I knew who she was I would've gotten her out of those experiments."
Ben growled that out as if the very word was his most hated enemy.
Flashback: 5 Months of Working on Subject #45
There was a lot of commotion in the injection labs because several scientists were trying to hold down a girl who could easily pass for a fourteen year old who trained to go into a war that required more than just weapons. She was being held down because she was screaming and jolting like she was being set on fire.
"What the hell is wrong with this freak?" a gruff scientist yelled
"How should I know?" a shorter one shot back, "I expected it to die not absorb it like that!"
"Yeah!" a taller scientist answered, "how in the name of the Dark Makers did it do that and could still be breathing?"
"Hell if I know!" the shorter one answered back, "what I do know is that we need to figure out what's wrong with this... thing."
"She's... going into shock." a calm voice with the tone of a child answered.
The scientists looked in the direction of where the child-like voice came from and saw a ten-year old boy with brown tennis shoes, white socks, black pants, a blue shirt, grey gloves caked in blood, and a white coat that is much too big for him. He shrank a bit when all three scientists stared at him like he had Metal Bugs crawling out of his ears. The girl took this slight distraction to her advantage as she broke free of the scientists with a feral growl. She jumped over the scientists who were trying to grab her and landed on all fours in the shadows. The kid was a bit scared because he couldn't see the state that his subject was in.
"It's loose!" the gruff scientist screamed, "Quick! Call the Krimzon G-"
The gruff scientist didn't get a chance to finish because the girl leapt on his back, snapped his neck like a toothpick, and threw him off the platform which was much to the 10 year old's shock.
"By the Precursors!" the tall scientist muttered while backing away from the insane girl, "We've tortured her into insanity!"
The girl lunged at him and tore his arms off, beat him half to death with them, and threw him into the pit. That both interested and disgusted the child.
"N-now listen here, freak!" the short scientist stammered getting into a weak, defensive poise, "Y-you don't want to m-mess with me! I know J-Judo!"
The girl just snorted like an animal, grabbed the man by his wrist, and threw him over her shoulder screaming into the pit which made the child a bit resentful.
"You've just k-killed my colleagues!" The child yelled with a bravery that most men twice his size don't even have.
The girl turned around and the young scientist saw her and all her bloody glory. Just a mere glance at her made the kid regret what he shouted. The girls' clothes were torn up to the point her unmentionables were vaguely showing, the outfit was absolutely filthy, and the kid could barely identify them as prison garments. Her skin was so horribly pale that most people would almost swear that she was one of the undead. Her eyes were so dark that you could barely see that her eyes were green. Also, one look at that savage face would give you nightmares for the rest of your life. Her red hair was almost to her lower back, in a mess of tangles, wild, and it was covered in grime. Her ears were pointed, but they weren't very long. Her body was covered in scars, welts, bruises, dents, scabs, burns, punctures, and all injuries of the skin that you can think of. Her teeth were inhumanly white from possibly devouring blood and had razor-sharp canines. Her fingers were stained with blood that recently belonged to the kid's colleagues and her fingernails looked somewhat like claws. Her toes seemed to have claws too. She snarled with each struggled breath she took and her savage growls coupled with the echo in the area gave her voice a more frightening tone.
"By the Precursors!" the kid muttered to himself, "What the hell have they done to her?"
The young 10-year-old was terrified of this prisoner to put it nicely. The girl roared like an animal as she lunged at the boy and the kid ran out of the way. The girl chased the young scientist on all fours to rend him to pieces and most likely eat them. She lunged at him again and made contact this time. She raised her clawed hand to tear into the child's face. Just as the girl's hand was inches from the boy's face he smacked her in the face as hard as he could. But, it didn't sound like hands against skin at all. It sounded more like claws rending rough flesh. The kid took note of that sound and looked at his hand to discover long, black claws tearing through his thick gloves. They were slightly serrated and could probably cut through anything. His other hand seemed to have claws too.
"Wh-what?" he stuttered in shock, "What in the name of the Dark Makers is happening?"
As he took in the sight of the claws he also took the time to look over the poor girl he accidentally clawed. She was out like a light and had five bleeding gashes on her left cheek. When he looked back at his claws it reminded him of what he was becoming and thought of what could happen if people found out that he was a monster. He caught his negative thinking and pushed it back as quick as he could. He reminded himself that he prepared for when that day comes. He closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and the claws starting slowly receding into his split fingernails. He painfully pulled the split nails out and used Green Eco to grow them back.
When the scientist looked at the poor kid who was back to normal he actually felt pity. In fact, for the first time in 5 months, he felt a little compassionate for the girl. He got his first-aid kit out and placed a bandage laced with Green Eco on her scratch. She opened one eye that seemed to glint with a hint of reason, saw the scientist touching her face, and started to whimper weakly in panic.
"No, no, no, no. It's okay. It's okay." The kid scientist soothed, "I'm here. Benny's got you."
After the soothing treatment the girl seemed to have composed herself and cooperate with the kid whose name is apparently Ben.
Ben could tell by the girl's young eyes that she might be just a child whose taken on the form of a fit fourteen year old in a desperate attempt to adapt to this hell hole of a fortress and survive.
"Y-you're just a kid," Ben inquired, "Aren't you?"
The girl nodded slowly while grimacing a bit because, by the dents and scars on her neck, it seemed to have hurt her to nod.
"Y-y-yes." The girl croaked in a scratchy voice, "I-I-I'm on... ly n-n-nine."
Ben was shocked beyond belief for two shocking reasons:
One, this is a nine-year old child he's dealing with and he's trying to heal her because he harmed her and he even arranged all of her "treatments" just like everybody else did with her! It confirms his theory of why his database claimed she was quite short when she was taken into the fortress.
Two, her whole anatomy just screams, "I've been through hell and back again multiple times and I'm about ready to lose my senses over the overwhelming torture that you've gotten me into without you even knowing that I'm just a child!"
He realized that his guilty conscience can't take experimenting with this child any further. Even though her newfound powers could be useful to the losing war he's going to keep this 'miracle' secret from the others by 'fixing' the cameras to make sure they don't see that footage. Also, to make sure of it that it doesn't happen again he used his barely developed powers to suppress the darkness within her to keep her from changing no matter how mad she gets. But, there are flaws to this suppression, mostly because Ben hasn't quite perfected it. If she gets so mad that she's seeing red, unable to see straight, and can't think straight all at once the suppression will weaken. Ben had one other idea in mind, but it's so down right crazy that it makes the Dark Warrior Program itself seem like a great idea.
"I need to get you out of here!" Ben stated, but fear overtook him, "But, Praxis will have my head if he finds out I helped you escape."
He was caught between saving her life or keeping himself alive. Since he valued his life he had no choice but to force her to stay in the hell hole. But, he made one final promise to the child who was on the verge of passing out.
"I'll find a way to secretly save you without the Baron knowing it was me." Ben whispered as she fainted, "I swear to the Precursors I will help you somehow."
Within minutes of the incident several guards ran in to put her back in her cage. the boy had one last look at the girl's face and saw it looked much more human when she was asleep. When the guards were out of earshot he decided to pray for her safety.
"May the Precursors look after you!" he shouted after her before whispering, "May they forgive me as well after all I've done to you."
Once the girl was out of his sight he had a strange feeling he's gonna be seeing the girl a lot more often.
Little did he know how right he really was.
Randall noticed that his colleague's muttering growls sounded suspiciously inhuman which made him a bit nervous because that's one of the noticable warning signs of change.
"Ben," Randall warned, "If you lose it again I'm calling for her again."
Ben instantly forced himself to calm down by taking deep breaths because the last thing he would want in this world is to be on the receiving end of his friends' hardwood/Precursor metal/Eco crystal staffs that actually help her control her many powers and abilities that would give his own a run for its money.
"Okay, okay, I'm good Randy" Ben breathed.
"Are you sure?" Randall asked cautiously, "You're still kinda on the pale side."
"Yes, I'm sure." Ben told Randall a little too fast for comfort, "I'm just..."
"Just... what?" Randall asked impatiently.
"Just remembering back then when I was in charge of her treatments." Ben explained as if the very word was his worst regret.
Randall nodded in understanding because he once performed injections upon a young man in his teens before quitting because his guilty conscience couldn't take it and he still feels guilty for doing that to this day.
When Ben finally calmed himself he got Randall to stock in the new creatures for him to study while he worked on a serum that'll permanently suppress the change coming over his assistant because he loses more assistants to Dark Eco exposure these days and he at least wants to help this one.
By the time Randall was half way done with no incidences which is very rare, Ben was done with the serum and got Randall to drink it. It wasn't as easy as it sounds because it took some persuasion, a few arguments, and a dose of reverse psychology. When he drank the serum it obviously tasted horrible because of the look on his face and he was gagging. He would've spat it out if it weren't for Ben covering his mouth and holding his nose to force him to swallow the potion.
"Bleech!" Randall yelled sticking out his tongue in disgust, "That tasted disgusting!"
Suddenly a wave of fear washed over Randall as he remembered what happens when he was forced to test these serums.
"W-will it hurt?" Randall asked worriedly as his eyes lightened up from the Dark Eco vanishing.
"No, it won't hurt." Ben stated as he noticed Randall's skin became its fair pallor.
"Are you sure?" Randall whimpered as his fingernails returned to normal.
"Yes," Ben smiled as Randall's whitening hair became dark yellow again, "You won't even notice it."
"When will it kick in?" Randall asked as he was back to normal.
Ben snickered from Randall's lack of notice at how quickly the serum worked and turned him back from a humanoid monster to something you can show in public without fear of getting captured by the guards.
"What's so funny?" Randall asked with confusion in his tone, "I just asked a straight forward question. When will it work?"
The lack of attention to how well it worked made Ben bust out laughing which angered Randall a bit.
"What are you laughing at Benny?" Randall questioned, "What's the matter with you?"
Ben just laughed harder and louder to the point that he's rolling on the floor.
"Do you see anything green?" Randall questioned angrily, "Anything wrong with my face?"
Ben just laughed harder to the point that Randall lost his temper. He grabbed Benny by his shoulders, picked him up to his face, yelled for him to stop it, shook him to his senses, and put him down when Ben finally calmed down.
"Alright, alright" Ben gasped between laughs, "I-I'll stop. It's just that..."
He started laughing again which made Randall drop his frightened persona and stand up to him.
"Ben!" he shouted, "That's enough! Now, tell me what's so funny or so help me I'll quit right on the spot!"
That threat made Ben stop laughing so fast that it was impressive at how quick he can bounce back.
"Okay, okay," Ben calmed, "I'm laughing because it already kicked it and... well, look in the mirror"
Randall walked into the bathroom looking a bit miffed at his employer for laughing at him. Ben does pay him handsomely, but this was starting to get on his last nerve.
When he looked in the mirror he was pleasantly surprised to find that he no longer looked like something that belongs in an experimentation lab. He looked at his normal fingers, slightly tanned skin, dark yellow hair, forest green eyes, and felt his warm skin.
"I-I look like me again! Thank the Precursors!" Randall exclaimed, "Ben you're a miracle worker!" He was still staring at his normal form like it was the first time he looked in a mirror as he yelled that.
Ben blushed as red as Red Eco from the compliment and muttered, "It was nothing Randy, it really wasn't difficult at all."
"Really?" Randall inquired, "What did you do?" He quickly covered his mouth and immediately regretted asking that.
"All I did was take a sample of your blood, applied microscopic amounts of Uranium-248 to sever the chemical bonds in your DNA so I can get at the Dark atoms, removed the leftover amounts of the unstable element, and I stabilized the anatomy of your DNA with stabilizing methods that you could barely comprehend or it could cause a cascade reaction that could easily take out the city and all its inhabitants." Ben rambled on with his accent slipping, "Next, I injected microscopic amounts of Light Eco into the DNA to stabilize the Dark atoms. After that, I injected a potion that eats away at the Dark atoms to the point that I could barely make it out on my most powerful microscope. Finally, I recombined the chemical bonds so the DNA can function properly and I placed the modified blood sample into a potion that'll speed the decontamination process by five thousand fold. Only, instead of using Light Eco to stabilize the Dark Eco, the potion uses..."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!" Randall yelled covering Ben's rambling mouth, "Time out there, Brainy Brit!"
Ben managed to pull Randall's hand away from his mouth and finish, "In short, I took a sample of your blood, took it apart, modified it, put it back together, and added it in a potion that speeds up that process. Better?"
"Much better." Randall answered. "I guess I better finish stocking in these new creatures before they figure out how to escape."
"Good idea." Ben said, "I'll just get back to playing with my chemistry set."
Randall giggled at the obvious joke and got back to work on stocking in the new creatures. Ben got back to working on some new problem that involves one of his newest and more interesting patients.
Imagination Gamer: Who's the new patient I wonder? Can anyone guess? Find out in the next chapter because I'm giving no hints! Who's the mystery child in this story who seems to have gone through hell and it shows in her appearance? Let's see if I'll give away her name. Maybe I will, maybe I won't.