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Chapter: 2

Disregarding what the scientists said as they returned to me, I let them lead me to my new quarters in what turned out to be an extensive scientific facility. In every hallway intersection, there were windows on every wall revealing the strange experiments going on inside. All of which halted as the scientists stared in either surprise or horror at me. How they noticed me, I don't know, maybe it was my newly enormous booted feet stomping into the steel floor every time I took a step.

They led me down a long hallway, this time without windows of any kind, and opened the door to a room that resembled my own.

"We figured that you'd like your accommodations to look like what you used to live in," one of the scientists, whose name turned out to be Mathew T. Lokhert.

I stepped in and asked to be alone, I sat down on my bed, which must have been built with steel in it somewhere, it didn't even squeak when I rested my weight on it. I laid down, and examined myself again, looking first to my hands.

These plump, ugly green, fat fingered things were what I would use for anything hand held for the rest of my life. 'So much for gameboys and playstation.' I thought.

I clenched my fist, and felt the power course up and down my huge, muscular, yet deformed and disgusting arm. Always, ALWAYS in the comic books no super hero had to make the sacrifice of a disgusting appearance to gain their powers, their strength. That must be why they were never real, why they would only exist on paper and on the screen.

I sat up and looked closely at my new face in the mirror. I had no hair at all, and despite my lack of lips and any form of keeping myself from drooling disgustingly, no saliva dripped from my chin. Perhaps this T-Virus had no need for spit. I opened and shut my jaw. Even that had grown intensely strong. And my teeth would wet grown mens' pants. Where my front teeth had been, were the two longest teeth, maybe two and a half inches long. It appeared to be just muscle around my teeth where the ugly skin had pulled away.

Yet what did scare me the most, was my eyes. I would have been happy if they'd changed, then maybe if I lived long enough, I could forget I was ever human, but my eyes, though made narrower by my large eyebrows, retained all their former humanity, everything that was left of Scott Eclitath was in them and behind them. I watched as my green eyes filled with water, and the light reflected off of them. When I was human, I may have drawn these eyes on a scrap of notebook paper while daydreaming in some boring school class, but now, I doubt I could hold a pencil correctly with my new fingers.

I clenched my fists again, yet unlike last time, when I released the grip and let the power fade away, I plunged both of my hands into the mirror, and into the wall behind it, bellowing as loud as my new, demonic voice could. I beat the mirror until the shards were all over the desk, and in my hands. I didn't stop, my changed existence was too much to bear. I fell to my gargantuan knees and threw the bottoms of my fists into the ground, repetitively, until the ache in them was too great. Then I stood up and kicked the wall, all the while screaming.

In my panic, of roaring and thrashing, I apparently was forgetting to inhale after screaming. I stopped for a moment as three men dressed completely in black uniforms, even to black helmets with long glass visors hiding their faces, stepped in. "Stop!!!" One yelled.

"Get OUT!!!!!!!!!" I roared back at him, I thrust my bleeding hands into him and shoved him, and his comrades, out of the room, I slammed to door and fell to my knees, no longer venting rage, but letting the sadness engulf me.

Tears streamed down my face, staining my cheeks and running down my chest. I climbed into bed, and banged my head on the wall, until I fell from consciousness.

The next morning I woke up, and put my hand on my head, getting ready to rub my temples, but no headache came. I recalled banging my head on the wall very hard, but my head didn't hurt at all. I looked to my hands, the blood was gone, and the glass shards that had been imbedded in them were lying on the sheets.

'What?' I thought, I had no time to reflect on why this would happen immediately, because the doorknob turned and the Mathew and his assistant walked in, very cautiously.

"Scott?" They carefully said.

"What?" I asked them, not particularly in the mood for any sort of explanation or news.

"Well, we weren't too surprised that you freaked out like that last night, we understand that this is hard for you, but how hard, we cant know, we're sure," Matt said.

He had a point.

"But we'd like to help you have a new life. In case you haven't noticed, you're not in any pain from last night. The T-Virus has a very regenerative effect on you, we want to ask for your help to fight enemies of America as a sort of super soldier.

'Now the cards are shown, they want me as a weapon.'

"You could be a practical savior for the country with your abilities, yet you would never be able to be seen, you would receive a very good amount of money," he said.

"Ooohhhh yaaaaayyy, money," I said rolling my eyes. The men looked to each other, looking worried. "What could I do with money?"

"Well, we could send someone out to buy you whatever you want, and you'd be able to afford almost anything," Matt said.

"How about a cure for this? How about a way to change me back?" I asked, preparing to not be surprised by the reply I was about to get.

They looked to each other, then to me, "Well...No cure has been discovered for someone with your particularly severe strain," Matt said.

"I see."

"Yes, but think of the positives, you are at least five times stronger than you were, and faster, and, well, you'll see, if you come with us," He said.

'What was that supposed to mean?'

I sat up and looked at them. "Come where?"

Matt gestured to follow. I got up and walked another stretch of hallway with them, wondering if this was all I'd ever see for the rest of my life. We turned into one room that was totally out of place for a scientific facility: A firing range.

I still followed them, confused now, all the way to the end. There, there were several assorted weapons that I could only describe as illegal, at first.

"What do you think?" Matt said.

"What are these for?" I asked suspiciously.

"They'll be what you use, should you decide to join the ATU," Matt said.

"ATU?"

"Anti Terrorist Unit, it's a secretive branch of the military that stops terrorist attacks before they start, basically," Matt's assistant, Mark explained. "Go on, pick one up and see how you like it."

Stupid I was not, but any guy likes going to the shooting range. But any guy doesn't get to use some very illegal weapons and receive an offer to join a secret ops group. Plus, I didn't get to be just 'any guy' now.

I picked up the biggest gun first, it was a belt fed gattling gun, the handle was flipped and stuck out the top, with no trigger guard, so my fingers could squeeze it easily.

Matt flipped up a target at fifty yards, and I let loose. I squeezed the trigger, and listened to the whir before the rounds began popping out. The bullets tore the target to shreds in seconds, and I'm pretty sure I was jaw dropped.

"Now, let's try something," Matt said. He flipped up the target that was furthest away from me: Two hundred meters. "Hit the bull's eye, just with one round."

I reached to pick up the customized silenced sniper rifle, but Matt stopped me, "No no, with the gattling gun.

I stared at him for a moment, was this what he was trying to show me?" I stared hard down the range, and focused on the middle of the target, I adjusted my aim just a little, and let one round fly down there. Steve handed my the binoculars, smiling.

I looked to the target, and was astounded to se one bullet hole in the center of the bull's eye. I looked to Matt and Mark.

"As you can see, your coordination is flawless now as well, you are the perfect soldier, Scott, please say you'll join the ATU."

Author's Note: What will Scott say? Can he trust these people in this facility? Only time will answer that question. I liked the amount of reviews I got from the first chapter, please keep it up, I'm glad you like it. Later