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One day.
It had been one entire day since I had shot the poor bastard and had yet to revive him. True, I had never actually tried resurrecting a human before, but I have been successful with my attempts on animals. Perhaps I over estimated the difficulty of science as advanced as this.
I glanced down at the young Turk strapped to the hard, shining examination table. Despite his heart long since ceasing to beat, I didn't want to take any chances. Besides, should he awaken he was more than capable of beating me in a physical fight. The fact couldn't be denied that he had been trained for several years in just that area, whereas I was but a humble scientist.
Reaching out a hand, I ran my long fingers through raven locks. His hair was quite smooth, I noted, and even silky to the touch. It seemed that, despite being the highest ranking Turk employed by Shinra, he was still very much a clean cut individual. Not at all like a few others I'd had the misfortunate to meet. Luckily, all I had to do was send a sneer their way and they would leave. It didn't surprise me, really. No one wanted to be around "The Bastard Hojo" longer than necessary, it seemed.
But I digress.
I left the Turk's side and swiftly made for my desk nearby. Looking down at it through my large spectacles, I gave a small sigh. Really, he was causing such a hazard in my work and he wasn't even alive. Folders were scattered about and the wooden surface was littered with stray papers. Not to mention several dirty plates were visible off to the side. I rarely eat in my lab, but for this occasion I made an exception.
Pushing my glasses up the bridge of my nose with an index finger, I took a seat on the spindle chair opposite my desk. My mind wandered. What will I do with the man when and if I do reverse his death? Well, he would certainly prove a charming specimen. His body was nothing but toned muscle and firm bones. Anyone would be a fool to think otherwise. If I may even be poetic, I'd say he is the vision of a God. That personality, however, is something we're going to work on.
So quiet and reserved, he is. And that's fine, believe me. I prefer people who say little. But he could at least lighten up a bit. He rarely shows emotion, and when he does it's annoyance. Typically, this is directed at an infuriating subordinate a little too eager to please. If I may say one thing in the raven's favour, it's that he does not condone sucking up. It's a trait to be admired, but just the same, it's far from impressive.
Leaning back as I raised one leg over the other, I tapped my chin. I thought about yesterday when my very own Dr. Lucrecia Crescent had caught me with a smoking gun in one hand and the Turk's body on the ground. The woman actually had the audacity to call me a monster. Naturally, that only made me laugh harder. Me, a monster? Ridiculous. I'm a man of science. For the sake of experimentation and bettering the human body, some things were just necessary. And if shooting a man was the case, so be it.
After all, it mattered not to me. The young Turk across the room really was of no value to anything. I could easily find another willing-or unwilling, it makes no difference-individual to take his place. Then again, I'd have to have easy access to one as strong as him, and that could prove a challenge. Really, it was a matter of pure luck this particular Turk was assigned to be my bodyguard. Though, I would given a replacement, I had no doubt about that. Knowing this company, they wouldn't want their top scientist without aid. Nevertheless, I can easily wave off this man's disappearance with an excuse such as he died protecting me or some such nonsense. It wouldn't be true, but the President understood all too well how I worked.
A soft sound in the otherwise silent laboratory caught my attention. For a fleeting moment, I actually thought the pathetic man had awakened. To my slight disappointment, however, it proved to only be my new born "son". He floated upright in his small incubation chamber, and apparently had awoken from his sleep. Being only an infant, he immediately began crying.
Despite the fluid surrounding him, I could still hear his muffled sobs. Rolling my eyes, I stood up and stepped closer to the tube in which he resided until my face was only a few inches from the glass. I scowled down at the brat, narrowing my eyes slightly. However, his sobs only grew louder. Slightly irritated at this point, I raised a hand and brought it down, hard, on the smooth surface.
A smirk tugged at the corners of my lips as I watched him look up at me in fear. Let him be afraid; perhaps he would shut up then. Stepping away from the tank, I once again found myself before my Turk. Tilting my head almost curiously at the prone form, I began thinking. What else could I do to make his heart beat again? I had already tried countless Mako injections and none seemed to do any good. I had considered putting a few Jenova cells into his body, but I decided against it; should he stay dead, it would be an awful waste.
As my mind continued to work furiously for a solution to the problem at hand, the sound of something crashing to the floor startled me out of my musings. Turning around angrily to glare at the silver headed child, I paused. He did nothing. In fact, it looked as though he had already fallen asleep.
Glancing over my shoulder, I watched a miniscule shadow scurry across the floor. At first I wasn't quite sure what it was, but a quick glance at the skinny tail attached to its rear end had my lips curling in disgust.
With steps rivaling that of a stalking panther, I approached the literal lab rat. It sat huddled in a corner, and I felt a shiver of pride race through my body. It seemed I intimidated not only humans but animals as well. Oh, this was priceless.
Leaning down slightly, I grinned at the creature in mock friendliness, and licked my lips in a menacing fashion.
"Don't worry," I cooed softly, "I'm not going to hurt you." This statement was quickly contradicted, however, as my hand closed around it's middle. With a satisfied chuckle, I felt rather than heard its ribcage break within my grasp. Dropping the rat haphazardly onto my desk, I smirked at its crumpled form, trying in vain to get away.
Tsking, I extracted a scalpel from one of my desk drawers. "Such a bad patient," I said softly, gently tracing the sharpened end down its chest, "No matter, I can still take care of you."
With that, my eyes traced over my desk swiftly. With a disarming smile, my hand reached out to grab hold of several thumb tacks. Pinching one between my index finger and thumb, I lowered it to one of its two front paws. Putting slight pressure onto it, I ignored it shrill squeaks of pain. Taking the other, I repeated the process with its other paw until its front legs were outstretched and literally pinned to the wood.
"That should do," I mumbled more to myself than anything. Once again taking up the scalpel, I slowly punctured the flesh just below his neck and trailed it downwards, coming to a rest just before its concealed genitals. With naked hands, I peeled apart its chest skin and gazed inside. It was slightly difficult to differentiate between each organ and bone due to its ribs being reduced to mere bits and pieces. Not to mention several tea spoons of blood ran down its sides and onto the table, so this did obscure my vision. But after extracting a small flashlight from my lab coat and shining it inside, I could see clearly.
The rat's heart was beating furiously, trying in vain to compensate for the loss of blood. At this rate, the creature wouldn't last long, but it mattered not. Pulling out a small pair of tweezers, I sifted through the shattered bones until I felt the tip push gently against something soft. Furrowing my brow in concentration, I closed the ends around the object and pulled. Held before my face was a mere lung, seeping blood while its veins dangled loosely from its sides. Pursing my lips slightly, I tossed it to the side.
After a few more moments of exploring the animal's innards, I grew quite bored. Granted, I was fairly bored to begin with. After all, dissecting rats isn't exactly a common past time of mine.
Raising my eyes to look at its face, the creature looked on the brink of death. It didn't surprise me. Giving a soft sigh and a shrug, I plucked the thumb tacks from its paws and lifted the rat from the desk. Walking towards the trash bin, I applied the pressure necessary to open it with my foot before depositing the dying body into it. As I stepped away, my eyes skittered to my side and I noticed something amiss. Glancing at the ground, I spotted a small chest laying on its side. Was this what that pesky animal had knocked over?
Approaching it, I knelt down and took it into my hands. It took me a few moments to fully register what this box actually contained, but when I opened the latch to check the damage, my mind clicked into place.
This was the solution. An entire day's worth of musings were done with. This was the way to bring the troublesome Turk back to life. My heart raced quickly and I lowered a slightly trembling hand to grasp hold of the syringe inside the chest. I gently lowered the wooden container and almost excitedly approached the being on the test table.
My mind battled. Similar to the Jenova cells, this would prove to be an utter waste should he not wake. But with this..I was almost certain that if anything, this would revive him. And if it didn't..well, it wouldn't be the first failure. Not that it would mark against me. I hid many failed experiments from the company in which I was employed, and never spoke of them to anyone. If I can prevent it, my name will not be tarnished. Especially in the case of a worthless Turk.
With a new found sense of confidence, I swallowed dryly before lowering the syringe to the raven's arm. Peeling his sleeve up to his shoulder, I gazed momentarily to admire the series of puncture wounds littering this forearm. Those being from the Mako injections of course. However, I had noticed right from the beginning that this arm was more battle-weary than his right. I easily assumed this was the arm he used for defense, the other being his gun arm. It was a shame, really. The boy had lovely skin.
I slowly slid the needle into his arm and after only a moment's hesitation, applied the appropriate amount of pressure in which to inject the gene into his body. To begin with, nothing at all happened. Disappointment laced my features. It seemed this specimen was destined to be a failure. Giving a soft sigh, I dispensed the needle into the nearby waste bucket. Oh well. If need be, I can always blame that woman. She never was all that good at science anyway.
As I turned to leave the room, my footsteps froze. I spun around quickly, eyes scanning over the Turk's body. The sound was unmistakable. Breath escaped the man's parted lips as colour returned to his face. A wide grin stretched my face and I raced back towards the examination table. I flinched backwards immediately, however, as a violet aura surrounded his body. Gradually, traces of what appeared to be lightning shot through the purple encasement. The orb finally expanded enough to completely consume the boy's body with essence of pure Chaos.
Suddenly, his back arched from the table and with a fury, he began struggling against the bonds that held him. A choking gurgle fought its way from his throat, though his eyes remained firmly shut. I fleetingly wondered whether or not those straps were strong enough to hold him, but I pushed the thought away. Gazing in awe at the sight before me, the Turk's body slowly lowered itself back onto the metal table.
I hesitated for a moment or two, deciding whether or not it was safe to approach. Curiousity won, however, and I was suddenly very aware of how loud the sound of my footsteps were in the quiet room. Once I was within a few inches of the table, I peered down at my newest test experiment, grinning widely as scarlet eyes gazed up at me in unmistakable fear and confusion.
"Welcome back, Vincent Valentine."