"So I am…broken."

"No…no, no, look at you, you're doing fine."

He put the file down and walked away, that's all he needed to know. He stepped outside into the backyard. Fang was standing there quietly, as usual. He eyed Jeb cautiously. Finally Jeb said to him, "I need to test it…" He gestured for Fang to fight with him. Fang, uncomfortable with this, started to walk away. "No, wait, I need to control this… or… I could lose it… it's dangerous." Desperation was creeping in him, maybe Fang could hear it in his voice.

Fang pondered this for a moment, he read through that file too and it was becoming more and more clear. In a sudden movement, he ran at Jeb and threw his fist into his face. Jeb wasn't fast enough and staggered back. Damn! It didn't work!

"Come on!" Fang shouted, even Jeb should be better than this. Jeb ran at him and the two were sparring. But it didn't work, his vision remained normal, his movements, still human. In his disappointment, he let down his guard and Fang let fly a kick to the chest that sent him flying back. His muscles froze up as he landed painfully. It knocked the wind out of him…but that did it. Yes!

Fang was worried for a second, he almost called out to see if Jeb was okay when the scientist disappeared from sight. Fang smirked; this fight was over-Jeb was too fast. He saw the flash of Jeb's image in front of him and felt a fist drive into his face. "Ouch."

"Now we're even." Jeb smiled as Fang nodded.

"We'll that's not fair, he couldn't 'see' you." It was Iggy. "Move. I'll get you." Iggy commanded. He was confident, this was his fight. He could finally do something the others couldn't.

Jeb moved to the other side of the lawn, immediately Iggy was after him, throwing punches. It caught him by surprise. But he could see all of Iggy's movements, he could almost relax and he threw each blow to the side. What was more surprising though, was when he finally moved to strike, Iggy caught it and resumed the offensive. He knows where I'm moving!

This continued for a while, they were both getting tired. Jeb's vision became a narrow tunnel, he had to land this kick, or it was over. But he saw Iggy already moving to block it, no! A smile curled on Iggy's lips.

Then it happened. The sketchy colourless vision transformed into grainy black and white with bright contrast. The only things showing up in solid white were Iggy's moving limbs, a danger to him. Other things were vague thin white outlines. Mid-kick, he twisted his body and switched legs. His right leg was now flying at Iggy at frightening speed. Iggy's smile changed to a frown almost as quick as Jeb changed directions. He was now sprawled on the lawn holding his side. "Holy shit, what was that!"

"What?"

"All the sudden, you got faster. Changing direction was one thing, but that was too fast for me, I could still feel it clearly, but I didn't have time to do anything about it."

"My vision changed again," he said flatly. Then he started to worry, why isn't it changing back? He covered his face with his hands; he couldn't get stuck like this could he?

"Jeb?" Fang was still there, he noticed a change in Jeb's body language…not a good change.

He saw Fang's figure moving toward him, he backed away, his heartbeat starting to race. "No! You've got to... stay away…"

"What, it's just me, Fang."

"Just stop! You're…you're making me freak out!" Fang obeyed and took a step back. "I-I figured it out…my body can…access the benefits of fight-or-flight response and they've been concentrated to be more intense than normal… and this is a more primitive level than the first one, the concentration is greater… and right now you really make me want to run!" Talking about it wasn't calming him down like he hoped. Approaching the situation logically couldn't detach him as it usually did.

"What did I tell you? Don't panic-" Fang couldn't win this, Jeb wouldn't listen while his panic was blocking out reason.

"I can't help it!"

"Jeb." It was Val.

"Yes?" He was hyperventilating. "No, don't get close to me, I might hurt you…" He back away, and tripped on a root. His panic only increased.

"No, I don't think you will. I think you can control it, you were designed to." She trusted him, she trusted his control.

"If I had that damned chip! Now I'm just another one of their failed experiments!" His panic was fueling his anger as his words lashed out at his loved ones.

"Technically…I'm a failed experiment." Iggy… no one could call Iggy a failure. Iggy faced so much adversity being blind; he was no failure.

Jeb was calming down, his breathing slowed down. He blinked tears away. "Iggy…" Iggy's no failure, somewhere, those scientists are laughing, and I'm not going to let them.