Chapter Thirty-Eight.
The insanity in Vegas passed and Harry returned home to the Parker residence early that next morning. He didn't come alone. Rather, Allison Blaire was in tow. A lot of the girls were off doing their own things. Emma was going to pick him up in a limo, until she found out that he was going to be getting home rather late in the evening and she pretty much said fuck that, in her own charming way, naturally. A girl did need her beauty sleep, after all.
It was pretty early all things considered, Harry admitted. However, it was not too early. It was nine thirty in the morning. He came home to his rather tired looking Mother, who had been working the night shift recently. She was making breakfast of a couple of girls in the form of Mary Jane, Gwen, and Kitty.
Jean was conspicuous by her absence; she was off visiting her sister, Sara, along with her boyfriend. Said boyfriend didn't make the best impression in the world, if the grumbling Jean made every time he was brought up was any indication whatsoever.
Harry decided to clear his throat and get everyone's attention. "How is everyone?"
May Parker's spirits perked up when she saw Harry having returned at that moment. "Harry, how are you?"
She might have been tired from working the late shift, but she did look in a pretty chipper mood now that Harry turned up. She crossed the room and embraced him in a tight hug. "How did, your trip go?"
Harry decided to go into how his trip went the business aspects of the trip never the less. He decided that the details about what happened regarding the Marauders would be best left out of things.
"OH MY GOD!" Kitty yelled. It took her a few seconds for her brain to boot up, but when it did, she noticed who was with Harry.
"Katherine," May said in a reproachful voice.
Kitty shook her head. It was bad enough that she looked like something that had been worn out and put out to dry, or however the saying went. She was standing here, here, right now, with Allison Blaire , the famous pop star in the kitchen.
"This is Allison, Allison Blaire," Harry commented in a nonchalant. Thankfully Mary Jane and Gwen looked on with a bit more dignity then Kitty.
"Oh my…um I'll be right back…okay…so don't go anywhere, and stuff!" Kitty babbled. She nearly fell over. She was in her bed clothes, she ran into a famous pop star dressed completely in her bed clothes, and looking like she had a bad hair day to end all bad hair days.
That left an extremely amused Mary Jane and Gwen. Gwen snickered. "Well, that's Kitty for you, she always knows how to make an impression."
Allison responded with a shrug and a smile. It was obvious that she got this all the time, and to be honest, this was more subdued. There were those crazed fans that both proposed marriage to her or wanted to stab her. At rare times, it was both, to be honest. Because, there were some fans that honestly that crazy.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm a fan of your work," Gwen said with a smile. "I'm Gwen Stacy, this is Mary Jane Watson….and the girl who you just scared out of the kitchen was Kitty Pryde."
Gwen's reaction might have been a bit more excited to be honest. The problem was that she had an entire night of living on the edge, fighting crime, and spinning webs, so she was tired. Mary Jane could only smile, all she's done was have a cup of coffee. And she wouldn't care as much, even though she had to admit that Allison's music was far better than the standard degree of pop garbage.
Allison looked at them. She normally expected more excitement out of fans, but to be fair, it was early.
"I think we all need some coffee to clear our heads," Harry said.
"I'll attest to that," Mary Jane said. She smiled and bounced up to her feet, kissing Harry firmly when he put the cup of coffee down in front of her.
"Yeah, the same right here," Gwen answered with a bright grin. She kissed Harry in response.
Allison was taking this rather well. Not only the fact Harry was kissed by Gwen and Mary Jane in quick succession, but the fact that she was bombarded by the attack of the wild and untamed fan girl.
Speaking of which, the wild and untamed fan girl was back and she was about to ask her a million and one questions, maybe more, if she could manage it.
'So what have you two been up to since I have been gone?' Harry asked.
'Oh, some creepy guy who looks like a pedophile has been following Mary Jane around,' Gwen thought.
'Oh!' Mary Jane piped up in response. 'Betty….she kind of warned me that was happening, you know when it first happened, but I kind of forgot to tell them because I was distracted by Kitty telling Flash that he was in love with Duncan Matthews.'
'Understandable,' Harry dead panned. He was glad that he wasn't drinking his coffee when she said that. He turned to Gwen, with a raised eyebrow and Gwen responded by shaking her head in negative. 'I can speak to Jameson about it if you want me to.'
'Yes, that would be great,' Mary Jane thought to him. 'Think that he's trying to figure out how I got photos….photos of Spider-Girl so easily! Given that none of his crack photographers were able to get the shot as handily.'
'You are that good, MJ, trust me,' Harry thought and she beamed in response, despite not really saying anything.
'You know, if that doesn't work….I've got a couple of high priced lawyers that would love to have a little chit-chat with one triple J,' Emma thought, finally waking herself up to join into the conversation.
Mary Jane responded with a relieved nod and a thankful smile.
'So do you want to go out afterward?' Mary Jane asked.
'Hey!' Gwen yelped.
That caused Mary Jane to respond by giving her a cross look, but Harry smiled at her, which caused her to beam.
This mental three way between Mary Jane, Gwen, and Harry , was went pretty much unnoticed because of Allison and Kitty being locked in a conversation.
"Yeah, he's great, isn't he?" Kitty asked. Harry raised his eyebrow. "Oh, Allison was just telling me how you met….."
The brunette woman had a starry eyed look in her eye, that matched the one that Allison had. Harry chuckled in response, placed his arm around Kitty, and pulled her in tightly against him. She attempted to steal a sip of his coffee.
"No, I don't think so, Kitty," Harry replied in response. She responded with a pout in response, shaking her head in response.
"Why did you come back to New York, anyway?" Kitty asked.
"Oh, I have a show soon which starts off my first tour," Allison said.
"Oh, really," Kitty said. She sounded suddenly interested about that now.
"Yeah, it's going to be really great, everything is sold out," Allison said in an excited voice.
That caused Kitty's face to go all frowny. If it was sold out, that meant that they weren't ready to get tickets. "Guess, we aren't able to get tickets."
Harry smiled. "Who says we hadn't?"
That caused a look of shock and awe to spread over Kitty's face. Allison decided to add something in her own amused tone. "And you've got backstage passes as well."
Harry stepped out of his bathroom having freshly showered and fully dressed. He left the girls to their own devices, a fairly questionable idea to be honest, so he could get changed and dressed. He also wanted to check on the tests he left to run on his computer while he was back on Vegas.
He slipped a pair of glasses on. Harry honestly didn't need a pair of glasses, but he did enjoy the stylish quality that they offered. And they allowed him to make things out with a bit more clarity since they provided him with a bit of a sharper image.
He sat down in front of the computer, and boots it up. It was up with seconds. It went without saying that he was very surprised what he saw. He was extremely surprised.
He placed his hand underneath his chin and loud out a rather prominent "hmm."
At their most obvious core levels, OZ1, Oz2, and Oz3 were based off of the same formula. The main difference Harry could see was that Oz2 had an additional stabilizing element added to it. Said stabilizing element appears to be the chemical compound created by the formula he was anonymously sent a few weeks back.
With a frown crossing his face, Harry brought back up the e-mail and ran the program in an attempt to try and track it back to its origination point.
While he was doing this, Harry used the simulator to bring up the unfinished Oz3 formula and the newly synthesized chemical compound he's assuming was developed by Richard Parker at some point. He used said formula to help him create Oz3.
Extremely carefully, Harry combined the two and he was not really surprised to find himself staring back at a fairly complete version of Oz3 or what appeared to be a complete version of Oz3. He couldn't be sure what he was dealing with.
He had it in front of him, something that was extremely valuable, and potentially dangerous. He was not about to call it finished without running some tests.
He pricked his finger and drew his own blood until it was bleeding. A small scanner entered his DNA pattern. He then proceeded to inject the compound into his "bloodstream".
Harry let it cooked for a moment, and turned around, seeing Mary Jane waiting for him with a grin and not much else, except for a pair of knee high and high heel shoes.
With a grin, she took his big hand into his far smaller hands. She lifted it up to her mouth, and slowly, and rather sensually started to suck on his bleeding finger.
As interesting as that was, Mary Jane sought to suck on something else entirely, and her hand ran down him, inching it's way perilously more closely to the treasure that rested between Harry's legs.
J. Jonah Jameson took a moment to take a long nice smoke of a cigar and also he was looking over things.
"Johnny my boy, you're going to be a true blue American hero, and the people are going to be flocking over to you," Jonah said. "And the women will be throwing themselves at yourself, that I expect to be a grandfather by this time next year."
John Jameson really did wish that he could share his father's passion about this entire mission. He was down in Florida now and speaking to him over the speaker phone, getting ready for his mission on the moon a couple of weeks later.
"Just wish that the head of security wasn't that much of a hard ass," John said.
"Well, I'm sure that he's just making sure everything is good," Jonah said in a gruff voice.
"It's a she," John said.
"Oh well, I guess that you caught her at the wrong time of the month, best to steer clear when that happens, son," Jonah answered. "And if she's giving you such a hard time, maybe you should take her job."
"Oh, she's a lot better now that she's got back from her trip, she must have been working too hard," John answered in response.
They would have loved to get deeper into this conversation, but there was a buzz on Jonah's intercom.
"Yes, Miss Brant, what is it?" Jonah asked.
"The creepy guy you hired to follow a sixteen year old girl is here, sir," Betty answered in a completely deadpan voice.
Jonah winced. It sounded really bad when it was put to him that way.
"Dad, what are you doing…." John said.
"I've got to go, an important meeting has come up, talk to you son, bye, proud of you, you're a hero," Jonah said with his usual machine gun delivery.
He sighed when he was sure that he was disconnected. He spoke. "Miss Brant, what are you waiting for? Send the creepy guy I hired in!"
A moment later, Gargan entered the office, and he looked to be in pretty rough shake. He had been worked over pretty good by Spider-Girl and he was arrested by the NYPD again. Who weren't too happy to be meeting him again this soon.
He didn't sign up for this, this wasn't in the job description at all.
"What did you do, Marv, get in a fight with a garbage disposal and lose?" Jameson asked.
"It's Mac!" Gargan said.
"No need to take that tone with me, Gumble," Jameson said. That Mel Gumble, he really was becoming more trouble than he was worth. "So tell me, what the hell happened?"
Gargan shook his head. "When you hired me for the job, you never said anything about me getting beaten up or hung from a post by Spider-Girl, or anything like that. I want hazard pay, or I want it to quit. And I also want you to pay for my medical bills."
"WHAT?" Jameson asked. He slammed his fist on the table. "Listen here, it's not my fault that you're some incompetent boob who can't discreetly say it out of sight, when he's got a job to do….."
"And the NYPD would love to know who hired me to follow a sixteen year old girl," Gargan said calmly. "Especially a certain Police Captain who has a sixteen year old daughter of his own, and I can tell him that I ended up following your instructions and how misleading you were when you hired me."
That caused Jameson to shut up, perhaps thinking that he didn't want that kind of bad press. He turned to look at the letter on the desk. It was a letter from noted crack-pot Farley Stillwell, who said if Jameson can provide him with a test subject, he can provide Jonah with a demonstration of a scientific discovery he's made which is going to revolutionize the medical profession.
Normally, J. J. J. wouldn't even bother, but the fact that an actual noted scientist in the form of Spencer Smythe undersigned the note, it had him interested. Even though he reminded himself that Smythe was yesterday's news and a lot of his theories were later disproven by a bunch of people like Otto Octavius, Tony Stark, Reed Richards, and Harry Evans-Parker.
Regardless of that fact, Jonah saw this as a way where he could kill two birds with one stone. He could send Gargan to Stillwell to act as a test subject, and get the story of the decade if it turns to be true.
And if it doesn't, well it was no skin off his ass.
"Grisham, I think that I've got a deal for you!" Jameson bellowed. "I got a guy that can fix you up real nice for really cheap. Doctor Stillwell will see to it you get what you require."
Gargan nodded in response.
The Intercom buzzed. Jameson tensed up for a moment, when he wondered now what the hall happened. "Yes, Miss Brant, what is it this time?"
"Harry Parker is here to see you something," Betty said in her usual professional manner.
"Well what are you waiting for, send him in?" Jameson asked. He turned to Gargan quickly, his interest in the man pretty much lost now. "Go, Gargan…go….get, get, go….Stillwell will fix you straight up or your money back."
Gargan was either going to be a new man, and he was going to be a better person, or he was going to be in the Bugle in a few days as an obituary. It was no skin off of Jonah's ass whether or not he was.
In the ultimate irony, Gargan passed the same person that he was stalking er following. Mary Jane Watson entered the office, along with Harry Evans-Parker.
Harry frowned when he saw the man leave the office. It was obvious that he was flustered about something.
"Doctor Evans-Parker, it's an honor to meet you, a true honor, to meet such a budding young star in the science community," Jonah said in his usual blustering voice. "What can I do to you?"
He was moderately surprised that Mary Jane Watson was here with Harry, but he tried not to show it.
"You can start by telling me what you hoped to accomplish by having someone follow around a sixteen year old girl," Harry answered in his most calm and crisp tone.
That caused Jonah to look practically gosmacked.
"I'm not impressed that this Gargan guy is following teenager girls around," Harry continued. "I'm not impressed, but Emma Frost, or Captain George Stacy, whose daughter was one of the girls he was following around, taking pictures around, won't be impressed either."
"Oh…well, you see….I assumed….well you see, it was….well it was an honest mistake," Jonah said. He sounded completely flustered and blustered in response. "She was able to get such good photos…photos of Spider-Girl, and well, I was wondering how she was able to get such good pictures, despite the fact that everyone else in the city can't."
"So, you admit that they're good photos?" Harry asked. "You admit that they're the best, better than the rest, don't you?"
"Yeah, I just said that didn't I?" Jameson asked.
"Well, then why is she getting paid so little for the photos that she's taking of Spider-Girl?" Harry asked her.
"Well, you see…she's supposed to be an intern, and it's not about payment, it's about the experience that she's getting," Jameson said. "She's lucky to get paid at all."
Harry's narrowed eyes were something that instilled terror in the hearts of men and J. Jonah Jameson was no exception.
"It might be justified and I stress might….if that's all that she was doing," Harry said. "If I'm right, she's doing the work of a staff photographer and getting paid as if she was a freelancer. In fact, since her contract doesn't cover photos, then she could easily sell them to the Times or the News, or….the Daily Globe?"
Jameson blanched when his number one rival as mentioned.
"You wouldn't dare!" Jameson yelled.
"Well, unless someone gets her fair share, I'm sure that there will be many other papers that will be scrambling for the best photos, photos of Spider-Girl in town," Harry warned him.
"Well, I guess I can pay her at a higher rate….but only if they are exclusive to the Bugle," Jameson said. It sounded like he had been kicked right in the wallet.
"That's not up to me," Harry said. "So, MJ….."
"I think that's a fair enough deal," Mary Jane said.
Jonah nodded, but something else came to mind.
"So, Doctor Evans-Parker, there's….a scientific demonstration today, and I was wondering if you would be interested in attending as a scientific advisor to the Bugle," Jameson said. "You know, provide expert scientific testimony and all that rot, that Stillwell's revolutionary scientific discovery isn't a bunch of bull hockey."
Harry wasn't aware that anyone used the term bull hockey in the 21st century, but he was willing to go along with it, for now.
He was so distracted by Jameson's outdated term, that it took him a moment to realize that Jonah said the name Stillwell and his eyes narrowed. Farley Stillwell was fired from OscRop by OsCorp a year ago, before Harry came on. The man sounded completely off his rocker by some of his discoveries.
"So, what does this little job entail?" Harry said.
"Basically, you are going to go with Miss Brant, who will be covering the story, and Miss Watson, who would be taking photos," Jameson said. "Normally, I would have sent Brock, but he's taking his vacation time. And you can provide your expert testimony on whatever Stilwell and Smythe are up to."
Harry was intrigued enough to play ball. "I agree."
Everyone was pretty happy regarding the situation. Jonah was happy enough, Harry was sufficiently happy, and Mary Jane was positively ecstatic about the raise she received.
Later that day, Harry was making his way to the demonstration with Betty and Mary Jane. The trio was there to swing by to pick up Gwen, because obviously Gwen would never forgiven them if she wasn't able to tag along.
Plus, there was another reason because of this trip. Harry was able to track the source of the email to the Special Projects at OsCorp. Or to be more specific, the desk of Michael Morbius. He was a person who Harry ran into one or twice.
It was pretty civil, but he did have a bit of fixation on Felicia for a while there when he was working as a teaching assistant at ESU.
Regardless, it allowed Harry to kill two birds with one stone.
With passes, obtained, Harry, Betty, and Mary Jane made their way to the Bio/Genetics Lab formally under the supervision of Curt Connors. It was now underneath the watchful eye of Michael Morbius.
Harry noticed the curious look in Betty's eyes. He felt that it was far better to indulge her in her journalistic curiosity then having something blow up in her face.
"There are a lot of projects that are for the betterment of humanity," Harry told her. "Although, yes, some of them have military applications. OsCorp would have had to do some at some point, otherwise, they would have never been as big as they were before."
The trio crossed over, with Harry finding Gwen sitting at her desk. He decided to leave Mary Jane and Betty there, but not before Harry stopped and kissed Gwen on the top of her head, to let her know that he showed up.
Harry made his way over to the lab that once belonged to Curt Connors. This was the most likely place for Michael Morbius to be.
He showed up just in time to be either smack in the middle or a tail end of a conversation between Peter and his shadow. They were speaking in loud enough whispers, that he couldn't quite make out what they were saying.
If Harry strained his hearing enough, he might be able to do so, but that was not the reason he was there.
Harry saw a dark haired man with pale skin and a goatee, leaning over a walking stick. His hair had a greasy quality on it, likely from the fact that he was working near chemicals. He was dressed all in black, with some slight dark blue added to it.
'Snape, Snape, Severus Snape,' Rose sang. 'And I wasn't aware that he reproduced.'
'Maybe a distant cousin,' Harry thought. He did not want to think about that particular foul stain on the human race having intercourse. That got Rose a strange look from everyone involved in the bond.
Peter detached himself from his assistant and walked past Harry. He brushed past him with a nod of his head. It was a rather cold response all things considered, given the circumstances.
He shrugged it enough with a thought that Peter was just being busy.
"I'm surprised that it took me this long to meet you again, Doctor Evans-Parker,' Morbius said. "As a matter of fact, I expected to meet you before this point."
"I have been fairly busy lately," Harry answered.
"Fair enough," Morbius agreed.
"I guess congratulations are in order for the promotion," Harry said.
He smiled in gratitude. "I have no idea where the sample came from….when you work in Special Projects, you learn all too quickly not to really question anything due to the fact there's a whole mess of confidentiality agreements in place. You get assigned a project, you work on it, and the results get passed onto someone else."
Morbius cleared his head with a brief shake of it.
"I was given a serum to analyze, then once I did, I was able to forward my findings to a couple of people, you being one of them," he answered with a nod towards Harry. "I felt that you could do something with then, given that your intelligence is fairly renown and well known."
The two gentlemen circled back around and arrived back in front of Gwen's desk.
"Gwen, you might have met Michael Morbius at one point," Harry said. "This is Gwen Stacy, Mary Jane Watson, and Betty Brant. This is Doctor Michael Morbius, ladies.
Morbius's eyes lingered on Mary Jane for a second, when it crossed very nearly into creepy territory. He spoke in a low and soft voice, leaning against the cane. "The pleasure is all mine….but I need to be going, and I'm looking forward to working with you, Miss Stacy."
Gwen nodded. "Thank you, Doctor Morbius."
"Yes, the performance reviews were quite glowing," Morbius said. "And despite his breakdown, I thought very highly of Doctor Connors. So, I'm hoping to continue the work that you started."
Without another word, he limped off, using his cane to ease his steps when he went around the corner.
"Fairly charming fellow, that one is," Mary Jane said, shaking her head.
"Well, he's pretty business like and to the point," Harry agreed with a shrug.
X-X-X
Mac Gargan sat on the edge of an examination table, waiting for the Doctor to come in and treat him.
He didn't have to wait for very long, when the doors opened. An extremely attractive, if a bit mousey, brunette entered the room. She spoke in a professional manner. "Please strip down to your underwear, Mr. Gargan."
"Well since you asked so nicely, toots," Gargan said. He slowly got his clothes off.
The brunette shook her head and she made her way over towards him. She slowly ran a few tests on him, to determine his overall physical level to determine if he's a good fit for the incoming tests or not.
"You know, maybe after I'm all fixed up, maybe you and I can get together," Gargan said. "You know, for some chick in glases, you're not half bad looking. And it's not like you're getting any better."
She shook her head, but was able to hold her disgust back. Along with vomit to be honest. The urge to vomit rose even more when she checked his throat.
"Oh…ugh…." She groaned. She wondered if he ate sardines or something else rather awful today.
"So, am I fit enough for you?" Gargan asked.
The brunette checked over things carefully, consulting the notes that she made.
"Yes, you meet the criteria of what we're looking for," the brunette responded. "Just sit tight."
She left the room as quickly as she could manage. A moment later, Farley Stillwell entered the room.
"Hey, what happened to the brunette chick?" Gargan asked. "I thought she was going to be my doctor…she looked like she was going to give me a real intense physical as well, you know what I'm saying?"
"Jameson did tell you who am I didn't you?" Stillwell asked.
"Yeah, he said some Doctor Stilwell was going to fix me up, but I thought that he was going to fix me up with the doctor babe…you know, to make up for what he did to me," Gargan said.
Stillwell looked not that all interested in whatever sob story that Gargan was going to give it. "No, no, that was my colleague's assistant, Doctor Madison, doing me a favor."
Mac Gargan responded with a dumb nod in response.
"If I understand correctly, you volunteered to go through the medical trials we're playing to undertake here today," Stillwell said.
"Hey, wait a second, I thought I was going to get treatment for Spider-Girl beating my ass," Mac protested.
Stillwell realized that Gargan might have been misled, but still, this goon was easily manipulated and he could still serve his purposes.
"I think that you misunderstand me, Mr. Gargan," Stillwell said. "If you undergo this procedure, and it's successful, you'll never have to worry about being bullied again. You'll be powerful enough to go toe to toe with Spider-Girl if you choose, powerful enough to go toe to toe with anyone."
"Yeah, I like the sound of that, no one pushing me around," Gargan said. "Where do I sign up, Doc?"
"Here is the legal document that I need you to sign, right here," Stillwell said. He watched Gargan look it over, but it seemed like he struggled while reading it. He didn't seem like the most literate guy. "Don't worry about any of that, just merely a formality and an explanation of what I just told you."
It was easy when they didn't question what they were signing.
"Very good, Doctor Madison will prep you for the test," Stillwell said and he exited the room after a few more seconds.
Sometime later, Gargan was being lead into the laboratory where the tests were going to take place by Marla Madison, the young brunette doctor.
They made their way to the room, and passed a middle aged looking man. It was Spencer Smythe, he carefully worked on a suit of power armor. It looked like a humanized scorpion.
"What's that supposed to be?" Gargan asked. "Some kind of Iron Man, or something?"
Smythe scowled rather prominently when he adjusted something on the suit with a wrench. Doctor Madison decided to take pity on him by answering his questions. "It's a suit of power designed for combat in hazardous environments that would be too taxing on the body. It has an automatic onboard medical system that can check your vitals and is weaponized and able to withstand some of the most powerful attacks in the world….."
She could see the words flying right over his head. "In other words, it's some sort of Iron Man."
"Well, why didn't you just say so yourself?" Gargan asked with a growl.
They made their way into a chamber with a bed in the center. It appeared to be illuminated by some kind of green lights.
"They give off low level radiation to help assimilate the subject to the process," Doctor Madison explained.
"Low level…isn't that radiation supposed to be bad?" Gargan asked dumbly.
He calmed himself down when he remembered what he was being promised. He was inside the chamber and Doctor Madison stepped out of the chamber.
Doctor Stillwell was on the other side of the glass window. "They say, the future is tomorrow, but the future is now, with a new state of the art medical experiment that you are going to bore witness to today."
There was quite the interesting group in the audience that would be able to see his genius. The most prominent of which were Norman and Peter Osborn, along with Justin Hammer, Donal Roxxon, and Bolivar Trask. He saw one Doctor Harry Potter in the crowd.
"Today, you will know that seeing is believing and what you see will change the word," Stillwell said. "Mr. Gargan will be the first of many subjects that will benefit from this new process. We could change the world."
He paused and he could see a man in a containment suit step forward with a very large needle. "Brace yourself, Mr. Gargan, you might feel a slight pinch."
Without another word, Gargan was injected several times into his major muscle groups. Arms, legs, chest, and abdomen were all jabbed with the needle, which caused him to writh in pain.
A rather ominous looking gas filled the room. His muscles began to bulge quite grotesquely, and he started to mutate horrifically.
"There may be side effects when the mutation process settles, but I can assure you, that Mr. Gargan will come out of it a way better man," Stillwell said. There was a loud beeping and Stillwell walked over towards a cabinet. "Thankfully, what is done, can be undone, until this experiment is fine tuned."
He entered the chamber, in an attempt to inject Gargan with the antidote. Only, for Gargan to snap free of his restraints, and grab him by the throat.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?" Gargan howled in a pained tone. He hurled him through the plate glass window that separated the chamber from the rest of the lab.
He spotted the suit and remembered that Dr. Madison mentioned it had an onboard medical program. He snagged the suit and put it on.
The suit began to bond to him, but something went horrifically wrong. The chemicals and the radiation caused the suit to bond to him. It became one with his skin and burned to it, practically bonding down to the bone level.
Gargan shrieked in agony when he threw his head back. He felt like a million scorpions stung him at once when the suit molded to his skin.
To Be Continued On June 8th, 2015.