So here it is! The sequel to my previous fanfic 'Young Bloodlines', a multi character fanfic which involved characters from many contributors. The actual story will be separate from this; I put the sequel separately to give any new readers a chance to submit a new character. Just PM me and I'll send you the right character sheet (I have hero, villain and other).
So here it is! I hope you enjoy!
(It from a point of view, I'll give you a cookie if you can figure out who!)
Now that damned old man is gone, this company is finally mine. I waited God knows how long just for that old wheezer to kick the bucket. All his big talk and arrogant remarks. He really thought he could beat them. He really thought his creations were 'indestructible'. They were only mere copies of those four young weaklings we captured
Truth be told, it was not enjoyable watching my former boss being shredded by that mangy dog. Hell, I got my own back. Those policemen didn't just catch up on them by chance…
My hands run along the dust lined walls of my new office, across a smooth meal safe then to the desk. The desk adorned with research papers and case files on each one of those former test subjects. We never did quite get any of them back. The best we got was that stubborn café owner who would not stop shouting. At one I was considering suggesting we just use him. Who knew such an old geezer could put up a hell of a fight?
No matter. I don't need any of them now anyway. My hands sift through the various documents and files scattered upon the abandoned. I smile as my hand forcefully rips through them. Papers fly everywhere, fluttering down in a flurry if white on the floor. I do not need them. Those documents are old and outdated. For a second, I fumble around through my stained lab coat and pull out a stack of neat files, placing them gently on the desk. As id do so, I realise I've also knocked off the good old doctor's brass nameplate too. No matter again. Fumbling around, I pull out my own, made of silver (that I forced that cheek of a young teen, Flick or whatever his name was to make) and replaced it. Seeing my name written there caused a mad grin to spread across my face. A small laugh escapes my lips as I fall back into the twirling chair, my body and it moving round as I do so. A louder laugh escapes me this time, but I really don't care.
This company was mine, finally mine!
As my chair twirls, my sharp eyes catch a glance of something by the window. Something robotic almost…
I shrug it off as I glance again. I'm just getting worked up. I'm still thinking of that rotten old geezer and his 'precious robots'. Instead, I slam my hands on the desk and focus on the files I place there only minutes ago.
Yes, these will be the start of my reign. Slowly, my index finer slides over the title, which I've emblazoned in gold:
Project Vitality