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We strapped our creation down under the MediGun. "A good, quick UberCharge should give his brain a sort of jumpstart. Once his brain is operational, it should send signals to the rest of his vital organs to 'wake up' in a sense and he should be good to go from there." Medic explained jovially. "Wait," I interjected, "will he even be able to talk? Is he going to be like a newborn baby?"
"No and Yes. He will be able to talk and will have immense strength, but will have no knowledge of anything but fighting, considering his brain was crafted purely from cold blooded predators. He will be mentally insane for the most part and all he will want to do is kill, which is good since he is on our side. He will also be like a baby in the sense that the people he will 'love' most will be you and I because we will be the first people he will see and also the only people to help 'raise' him." Medic looked sad. "He won't really even be human…" After a long pause Medic turned on the MediGun. We observed the Uber meter. Once the needle was at the highest point of charge Medic flipped the switch. The RED beam danced like flames towards the creation's body. The beam made contact with his chest. His whole body shook and started to glow RED. The glowing suddenly became severe, we shielded our eyes. Silence. We peeked out from behind our hands to see our creation lying still on the table, looking as lifeless as usual. We hung our heads, less than ready to accept defeat when a slight movement caught my eye. I looked up. Could it be? His chest rose, then fell, then rose again, then fell again. His eyes shot open, still glowing from the UberCharge. I was filled with a sense of joy so powerful I almost giggled like a girl. I looked over at Medic, who appeared to be feeling the same sense of joy that I was. We just stood there staring at each other, and then at the creation, and back. "YES! WE DID IT!" we screamed simultaneously. I joined Medic in a maniacal laugh. "!" I was dancing and Medic was playing his amputation tool like a violin.
A knock on the door rudely interrupted our celebration. What now? I thought as I walked towards the door. It was probably Heavy coming to yell at us about the noise or something of the sort. I opened the door and found just that. The massive man towered above me. He looked towards Medic, "What was noise?" he said in a thick Russian accent.
"The sound of progress my friend."
"There is leetle baby woman here to see you." Heavy said. To my surprise Miss Pauling from administration appeared from behind Heavy. Medic looked at her. "Yes come in and view our marvelous work of art!" Heavy tunred and left the doorway and I escorted her to our creation. The creation turned his head towards Miss Pauling with blinding speed. His breathing became faster. "You'd be smart to stand back Miss Pauling." I said. I didn't know why he seemed so angry to see her. "Medic, why don't we take him into The Room." I said slowly. The Room was a place where Medic took wounded people who had become mentally insane. He could safely view them from outside of the room using a one way mirror. "Follow us Miss Pauling" I helped Medic unstrap him. Shakily, he sat up. "It's okay," Medic explained, "we're friends." The creation said something but it was muffled by the mask. His head turned towards Miss Pauling. "Yeah, she's a friend too partner." I said putting a gentle hand on his shoulder. With lightning speed his hand reached out and snatched Miss Pauling's purse.
Where am I? Who are these strange people? Obviously they are friends but who are they? What is this? A small pink bag was in my hands. It is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. And I must protect it at all costs. Why does this woman want it! No, she can't have it! Where are they taking me? This room is bright and the man in the lab coat is standing next to me. I find a pocket in my clothes and hide the purse in it. He leaves and the short man with the odd voice enters. He lays down a bunch of peculiar looking items at my feet and leaves as soon as he came. A long slender item for which I could place no name, a sledgehammer, and a shotgun. I took the long one in my hands. It was balanced well, and it was lightweight. A thin device protruded from the bottom of the handle. The word trigger came to mind. I put a small amount of pressure on the trigger. Suddenly, the room was lit up with a bright burst of light and the temperature seemed to rise. Fire. That was the name. I decided I liked fire very much. It was warm and provided light. I pulled the trigger to its full extent and a marvelous jet of flame shot out of the front end of the weapon. I felt immensely powerful, dancing around the room with the flames. I shook the weapon in the air and let out a ferocious battle cry. It was at that moment when I decided I never wanted the weapon to leave my side.
He blissfully danced around the room, entangling himself in flames. "Do you want me to retrieve your purse Miss Pauling?" Medic asked with sincerity. Miss Pauling turned towards him.
"No it's okay. He can have it. He seems to like it even more than I do. Besides it makes him happy."
"Excellent," Medic turned towards me, "what shall we call him?" I paused for a moment before speaking.
"Pyro."