Author's Note: Thanks for feedback so far, here is the next part, introducing Cletus Kassady.
Part 2"Kassady, put down the gun and come out with your hands up!" A Police officer shouted through a Megaphone.
"What do you take me for, some law obeying ass? I'm not coming' out 'til you lot are just lifeless husks layin' on the floor!" A voice rang out from the warehouse. A stream of bullets shot out, and caught one person in the stomach.
"Robertson! Robertson!" Another police man ran over and grabbed the unlucky cop's dead body. He pulled him up and shook him, "Robertson, dammit, don't leave us!"
"I'm afraid he already has!" The voice cackled again. A small object flew out, glinting in the sun. The policemen's horrible moment of realising what this object was was cut short when it exploded, sending shards of metal everywhere. Then Kassady ran out. He looked to be about thirty something, with messy red-hair and wearing a dirty grey shirt and jeans caked in mud.
"See, what did I tell ya?" He laughed, and ran down the road. He was limping slightly, so he lifted the leg of his jean to look. A piece of stray metal from the grenade was stuck in it. He pulled it out and chucked the metal away. He kept running, and threw back his head in laughter. As he ran, a black speck leapt onto his leg. It slithered up, and entered the cut. The Symbiote had to now spend the slow process of using blood to rejuvenate itself.
Connors picked up the syringe. Peter stood watching, holding the film camera.
"Now, I will perform something that may seem impossible, that may look like a trick, but I can assure you, it's not." Connors said. He lifted the syringe and injected himself in the shoulder, "Now, it should just….Argh, that hurts. Argh!"
Connors winced in pain, as the stump grew and grew. It grew down and flattened out at the end into a palm, and then fingers grew.
"Sir, that it amazing!" Peter was amazed. Connors must have just rewritten the human race! It was utterly impossible, yet he had done it. Connors flexed his new arm.
"Right, well, as you can see, I have done it." Connors grinned and shook his head, "Turn that off Peter."
Peter did and put it on the table. When Connors left his lab that night, he was no longer incapable of doing fast work. He had two arms again. But he would not feel that good for long.