Chapter 7
Plans
"I'm nothing like you!"
He watched as Robin shattered the window.
"Same fire-but stronger than before."
"You do know talking to yourself is a sign of insanity, right? Who said I even wanted to be here?"
Slade turned to watch a man with blood red hair, dark green eyes, and a matching sleeveless shirt walk up to him.
"Nobody, but Damon, you wouldn't even have to be here if you had told me a blow to the head could reverse the effects of the machine."
Damon leaned casually against the wall-arms crossed.
"I would have if I knew. Your apprentice was the first to use it."
Silence stretched for several minutes.
"How many stages does the chemical take him through?"
Damon jerked at the sudden question.
"Well, it depends on the person. If they're easy to break, it's only two-but what you said about Robin, it'll probably take about four or five."
"And what are the stages?"
Damon walked closer to Slade.
"Well, for him it would be anger, annoyance, aggression, careless about the way he use to live, and then he should turn completely over.
"What do you mean should?" Slade growled narrowing his eye.
CRASH!
Slade narrowed his eye even more so it was nearly just a slit.
"Your apprentice and his friend better not be destroying anything."
"I'll go check."
Damon walked down the hall towards the yelling voices.
Slade looked back at the screens and watched as Robin walked around downtown.
"Not too much longer Robin, you will be standing by my side, whether the chemical works or not."
