Dr. Director, who was sitting in her office; Alone: just a few moments ago, was now running as fast as she could to the medical bay. Global Justice had just recruited Kim Possible and Ronald Stoppable as official field agents. Which meant nothing, other then Global Justice could now officially dump Will Du's work load unto her. But that would be obsolete should Will Du be able to keep performing his job. And that was what she was rushing for. She didn't know what to expect, bad news is still better than no news.
Could it be that he was dead? She thought with much remorse, it would more than likely be true. No one could survive that, but then again, he has recovered from worse things, but never something like this. But it wouldn't matter, his body had mutated, if he did wake up, I wouldn't be surprised if he asked us to kill him, or that if he had become too unstable and we have to put him down like some rabid animal.
Dr. Director, reached the infirmary, bypassed the security codes, and the guards. She used her entire will power to slow her pace inside the infirmary; she didn't want to cause an accident. She had never really like the place, and never would. She in fact hated. Hated the look, the smell, the waiting. Seen too many good friends die in one place, and it tends not to be one's favorite area. She just prayed to god that she would not have to see this young man die as well.
She hated the tension, the nerve racking feeling tearing through her, but she approached his room with a will to do so. She slowly opened the door to his room, and saw the medical physician squeeze out, and slowly close the door behind him.
The aging physician knew what was expected of him and cleared his throat. "First off, he is alive…"
Dr. Director sighed in relief, but then knew, that the bad news was coming. There was always bad news.
But instead of talking, the doctor showed her into the room. And let her gaze follow his hand to the sight of her agent.
Dr. Director was dumbfounded, shocked, horrified, and then sorrowful, in that order. She had not realized that it was Will Du in that Tube of Fluid meant to help the body. That body that did not seem to be him. It was taller then he had been before, about a foot taller. Arm lengthened and hands bigger, forming into claws. Legs that seemed to be a bit longer as well. The structure itself seemed to have grown in girth and muscle, heavily ripped yet still in the form of an athlete's body, suited for speed and agility. Muscles condensed, and there seemed to be even more muscles on his body than a normal human. His hair had lengthened down to his back and become a deep unnatural blue. Two thick strands of hair went down the front of his face, but the most unnatural characteristic was the Blue glowing runic tattoos circled around from his heart and went to the top of his chest, circled around his chest, and stop over the upper left side of his face.
"Wh-What's happened to him…?"
"Were… not too sure. All we could gather is… that first off… he doesn't have a heart anymore… it's seems that something foreign has replaced where his heart should be. By all medical facts he should be dead, but he clearly is not, He is still breathing and pumping blood, we don't know how. We tried to perform surgery to examine and if needed, gain a necessary transplant, but his body seemed to strong for our tools to puncture. His genetic code is, pardon me, Fucked up. We have never seen anything like it… our top biologists are confused as to what in the world it means. We have yet to decipher anything from the subject so far, other than it he seems to have stabilized. Other than that….." A vague shrug.
Dr. Director took this all in, and thought long and hard about what it meant. She knew exactly what it was that replaced his heart. But why did have such affects on his body? She should never have sent him on that mission. He was already pushing his limit. But she had no choice, they needed him. And they still needed him…
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………. "Open the chamber let him out."
The physician did what he was told, knowing better then to question.
The fluid drained from the pod, the monitoring devices removed themselves from his body, the oxygen masked linked off and was removed, and slowly, the remnants of Agent Du floated to the bottom and collapsed at the bottom. The Tube itself disconnected itself and was lifted away. All that was left was a soaked Will Du on his knees, not moving.
For what seemed an eternity, neither Doctor Director nor the Physician moved. Then slowly DR. Director approached her agent cautiously. He didn't even seemed to be breathing, so still was he, he could have been mistaken that he was a statue, or dead. Which is what she began to fear now. She placed her hand slowly on his shoulder.
Instantly, the clawed misshapen hand of Will Du grabbed her wrist. His hand had started glow a harsh blue, and His eyes flared open, and they were completely black. She stared into those eyes with shock and pain. So startled was she, all she could do was choke. The pain entrenched her; both her wrist and his hand seemed to be on fire. She smelt the burning flesh from her wrist and could feel a bone snap in her wrist. But those eyes frightened her more. She could sense the hate and anger pouring through them. Willing her to die…
And then it stopped. The glowing blue light from his hand and tattoos stopped. His eyes closed. And he fell to the floor. His hand slipped from her wrist. Dr. Director couldn't feel anything. Though the world was chaos around her, guards coming in, nurses helping her and her wounds. All she could see where those eyes, and the scorch marks they left when they burned through her soul….
