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Violet Night
1—The Machine
A tall feminine figure walked down the short flight of steps into the dimly lit room. She was completely covered in purple. She wore a purple body suit, with a large black 'N' on the chest. She wore purple stilettos, long purple gloves, and a purple full face mask that left only her glittering violet eyes showing.
The room was lined with computers and all sorts of gadgetry. Everywhere there where mechanical blips and burbles as the computers did various tasks.
"Doctor?"
A head popped out from behind a large monitor on the other side of the room. He dropped the tool he had in his hand on the table, and scurried over to her.
"Nemesis!" The doctor was in his early fifties, with a curly head of graying hair, and a handle bar mustache. "Just the person I wanted to see, too!" he said, wiping his hands on his lab coat. He smiled. "I'm finished."
"Already?" There was surprise in her voice.
"Yes. Two weeks ahead of schedule!" He walked back towards the computer. "Come on! I'll show you what it can do."
Both walked over to stand in front of the computer. He pressed a round button on the base of the monitor. It sprang to life.
"Welcome." Said a masculine voice. "Do you wish to start the Extraction Process?"
"Yes."
Lights flickered to life around a circular door in the ceiling, and a round platform on the floor directly below it.
The door opened and a round chamber, with a transparent glass dome, and a flat bottom, descended out of the ceiling, held up by a tangled arrangement of pipes and tubes.
It landed, docking on the pad below it with a loud whoosh.
There was a man in the chamber.
"This is Sam Ramsay, officially known as Firestorm." Said the doctor. "He has the ability to emit bursts of energy. He never was officially made a hero. He got his powers later in life in an accident. He mainly just does freelance work."
"Beginning Extraction Sequence…" said the computer voice. There was a picture of the man's DNA on the screen. The computer kept running up and down it, isolating the gene that contained his super-powers.
"Power gene isolated." It continued. "Beginning Extraction."
A progress bar showed up in the center of the screen.
Sam was lifted up into the air, his head almost touching the ceiling of the chamber.
…10, 15%.
25%.
His mouth opened, but it was hard to tell if he was saying something, or crying out in pain.
30%
50%
55…70%
There was a loud sucking sound, and a blackish, gas-like substance began to emanate from his body.
85%.
90%
The sucking noise grew louder and louder until it became a roar. Then there was a big flash…
100%.
"Extraction complete."
The man was dropped, limp as a rag doll onto the chamber floor, his eyes closed.
The doctor ran hurriedly over to another machine. It was a large box. The top flipped open with a hiss, and there lay a glass tube, filled with black liquid. Firestorm's super-genes.
"This is it!" the doctor crowed. He turned to Nemesis. "Isn't this amazing? Just think of all the possibilities! We'll be rich! We won't have to worry about stuck up super-butts ruining our lives anymore! The world is ours!"
Nemesis smiled under her mask. "You've done a good job, Doctor." She turned to look up at the machine. "Now that we've seen what your ingenious little creation can do, it's time we started phase two. We only have a certain amount of time. The Buyer wants the super-genes in two weeks, or the deal's off.
"Who's first on the list again?" asked the doctor.
"My old friends…" she trailed off, and then turned to face the doctor again.
"Commander and Jetstream."