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After a moment of stunned silence, Katrina lost her cool and a smile almost split her face in two. "Ah, I'm kidding. You're fine. Scratch that, you're better than fine! You're great!" She patted his bulging bicep. "See what I mean? My creation has already started to work its magic."

"Creation?" Seeming to notice the changes the nectar was doing to his body for the first time, Toby jumped and swatted at her hand. "Wha…What's going on? What is this?"

Katrina chuckled. "It's a loooong story. You see, here in Furnace, we don't just have guards. We have blacksuits, which are genetically modified to fit our purposes. Depending on the type of blacksuit we want, we pump a certain type of liquid into them, what we call nectar. There are 3 types of nectar: Type A, Type B, and Type Q."

Toby frowned. "What happened to C-P?"

"Nothing. Q is just my favorite letter and Type Q was my own creation, so, naturally, I named it what I wanted. Make sense?

The boy scratched his head. "More or less. Wait, who makes the other ones?"

"My best friend, Jamie Cross. He's the one who's in control of the penitentiary side of Furnace, where we keep all the prisoners. Since he tends to deal with more of the 'experimental' gain from using the nectar than I do, he needs different kinds. I, on the other hand, don't just do willy-nilly experimentation on people. I hand pick who I think is the most powerful and suited to gain the benefits of this modification and would make a great soldier. War will eventually come, you know, and every good force needs an elite team. That's my job; stitching together the best of the best. Get it?"

"Sure. So, why are there different types of nectar? Why don't you just use one?"

Katrina raised an eyebrow. "You sure are full of questions, buddy. The other boys I messed with were all like 'Holy shit! What are you doing to me? Lemme out of here, you she-demon!'"

Toby laughed. "Yeah, I can see how that could be kind of common."

"Yeah. Well, to answer your question, each type of nectar does a different thing to your head and body. Type A was pretty much a fail; it only made these freakish rat things. Type B was alright; you got all buff, strong, pretty much pain resistant. Only problem with it was that it took away your peace of mind; your sanity and personality. Basically, it turned you into a senseless killing machine. Now, I don't know about you, but I don't want to fight alongside someone who would kill me just as easily as an enemy."

"Nope, it's not just you. So, what does Type Q do?"

Katrina beamed, obviously ecstatic to brag about her own invention. "Type Q is the best one yet, so I only use it for my 'special people'. You see, Type Q makes you just as, if not more, powerful than Type B, but you also get extra special abilities, like the mind-meld, and you get to keep yourself, like, as a person. Once you feel good enough to start walking around, you'll see that most of the blacksuits have black or silver eyes, minus a few. Those three are my elite team, the Hurricanes."

Toby smiled. "Oh, I get it. You named them the Hurricanes because you were named after one. Hurricane Katrina. Katrina and the Hurricanes."

Katrina's jaw dropped as she smiled, shaking her head in disbelief. "You're the first one to actually get it!" She patted him on the shoulder. "Congratulations, my man."

"Yeah. So, about the nectar…"

"Oh yeah! Well, because the nectar doesn't really mess with your mind, just your physical abilities, the color of their eyes don't change. Scott has natural silver eyes, Ozzie's are brown, and Simon's got blue ones. Yours are a little silvery right now, but that's just a minor tint. Compared to the other blacksuits around here, yours are a stunning green. Another bonus is that, unlike the other blacksuits, those who are injected with Type Q can eat things other than more nectar; burgers, smoothies, pizza, you name it! Of course, it is good to have a dash of the nectar with every meal to keep up your strength, but for us, it isn't necessary."

"So what you're saying is that, by pumping me full of this nectar stuff, I've become a uber powerful super-human that can do a bunch of epically crazy things while still keeping my personality and being able to eat whatever I want?"

Katrina nodded. "In a nutshell, yes."

With a smile resembling that of the Joker, Toby fist pumped the air. "Alright!"

Katrina raised an eyebrow curiously. "You're not freaking out?"

He laughed in response. "Freaking out? I'm totally freaked out! I mean, look at this!" He flexed his bicep. "This is totally FREAKED OUT!"

Jo-Hansen flashed a few hand symbols. I think he's ready.

Katrina grabbed Toby's hand again. "So, you think you're ready to take a look around this place?"

"Yeah, sure!"

With that, she hoisted him up off of the bed and assisted him in walking out of the infirmary. The duo disappeared down the corridor, his arm around her shoulder as they descended into the Preserves of Furnace.

Okay, so this was definetly more of an explanatory chapter, but Who. Da Fuck. Cares?! Please review!

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