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Starfire jumped almost ten feet. Turning around, she saw the boy looking at her, smiling. His eyes were a bright red, and laughter coursed through them.
"I didn't mean to sound so cliché, but I was surprised at seeing an angel like you here."
She smiled. "I am sorry for seeming scared. You startled me."
The youth laughed, a rich sound. "Not surprising. I tend to do that to people." He looked around, seeing the cleanliness of the room. "Where am I, and how did I get here?"
Starfire looked at him. "You are in the Teen Titans tower, hospital section. You got shot."
The teenager winced as he looked at his heavily bandaged shoulder. "How many bandages did you use?"
Starfire looked confused. "Are you not supposed to use a lot?"
The boy looked up. "Yes, but only in serious cases. And I heal very fast." He ripped off the bandages on one swift move, and smooth, unblemished skin showed underneath. The sign of the bullet that had entered a few hours ago was non-existent. Starfire looked at him, confused.
He laughed again, and said, "Don't ask. By the way, my name is Scalpel."
Starfire smile again. "I am known as Starfire. It is a pleasure to meet you."
He grinned, and got up from the bed. "Do you know where my gear is?"
Star pointed. "It is over there." Across the room, his coat and sword were rested against the wall. They then seemed to float into the air, soaring lightly across to Scalpel. His eyes closed, he put his arms out and collected his things, putting them on. His eyes opened again, and he exhaled.
"Cyborg was right!"
"Hmmm?"
Starfire explained. "Earlier, when you were in here, Cyborg ran a series of tests and saw a change in your brainwave patterns. He concluded that you have telekinesis or some other ability."
Scalpel looked at her. "He's right, you know. I have telekinesis, telepathy, as well as some unique talents. All gained through experiments."
He looked at her, and he seemed to change into a darker, colder being. "I was a human test subject. A willing one, too. But I deserted. And they can't afford to lose me. Which is why you saw me fighting that machine. A TX-101, a robot with limited AI and an arsenal of incredible weaponry. Annoying, really. This was a special one, though. They've never had this much weaponry."
Scalpel started moving towards the door. "Wait! It is late, and you need rest. Why not stay for the night? You could sleep in here, or in my room."
Scalpel looked at her, and seemed to change back to his normal self. "Well, if the pretty lady insists. If you have a couch, I'll sleep there."
Starfire grinned. "You can sleep wherever you want. I will let you decide. Good night!"
With that, she walked out of the room, leaving Scalpel to shake his head. What was it with him and meeting pretty women?
:Meanwhile, at a Secret Installation:
"Sir! The subject has escaped! He destroyed the prototype!"
In front of a large octagonal window, a man turned to face the soldier. A vivid moonshaped scar covered his left cheek. His long white hair fell down around his waist, and his coat was made of the finest leather. His cold, violet eyes looked at the soldier. "You mean to tell me that as well as losing a prime subject, we also lost an important prototype as well?"
"Sir! I'm sorry sir, we-"
The soldier was cut of as a bullet snapped through his head, killing him in mid-sentence. The limp body fell to the ground.
The scarred man turned back towards the window, looking out at the city that lay not far from where he was. "I will find you, Scalpel. I can't afford to lose you. You come back to me in any way that I see fit."
"Dead or alive."
Then he began to chuckle, his maniacal laughter falling only on the dead ears of the soldier behind him…