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After about an hour's worth of travel through the back streets and alleyways, Vic finally arrived. Looking up at the building, he sighed at the memories. If not for this building, he'd be a normal teenager. It was here, in his father's lab that the horrible accident had occurred. He shook his head again and recalled the day. It had been about a year ago. His father had been working on a portal device that could access alternate dimensions of the universe. His experiment had been a complete success…but, then, that wasn't necessarily a good thing. The creature that had emerged from the portal killed his mother instantly. It was in the process of devouring him when his father was finally able to force the creature back into it's own dimension and close the portal. After that, the only thing he could remember was waking up on the lab table with these machines implanted in him. They were prototypes for new artificial limbs, being developed to allow injured soldiers to live normal lives. Although they had saved his life, they had ended it as well.
School was one of the things he missed the most. Earlier experiments his father had done with him as the guinea pig had given him an IQ of 170. Because he found school so easy, he was able to pursue what he truly loved, sports. He had even dreamed of competing in the Olympics one day. But then, this had ruined it all. The implants gave him incredible strength. With enough strength to pick up a truck, he couldn't compete in sports anymore, since it gave him an unfair advantage, and there was a risk he might hurt someone. His appearance also meant that he was out of place at school. After just a few days of being ostracized, he left for good. He had left home, staying in one of the bad parts of town, because it was the only place he could find where people wouldn't bother him. But now, he had returned.
At the front door, he quickly tapped in the password. Even after a year, he remembered it. Walking through the halls with his metal footsteps clanking behind him, many more memories came to him. He passed an observation room, the one his parents had used to diagnose his incredible intelligence. And there was the lab, the table he had woken up on with half of his body turned into a machine. He reached the end of the corridor, and pushed open the door to the main lab.
The room was basically as he remembered it. In the corner stood the giant portal machine, never to be used again. Various scientific instruments lined the walls. Banks of super-computers whirred in the background. At the side, Victor could see a collection of limbs and implants similar to his own. And then, right at the center of the lab, working at a lab table, was Silas stone.
Silas looked up from the artificial arm he was working on. His heart nearly stopped as he saw the massive figure of his son. "Victor…" he stammered, his voice filled with mixed emotions. It has been almost a year since he'd seen him. "You've returned." "Yeah" he replied. "Not much has changed here, huh?" "No. Not really. I've continued my work on prosthesis. That project has been a lot more successful than…others." He glanced momentarily at the inactive portal. It was almost too painful to look at it. But he kept it there as a reminder, so that he would never be tempted to meddle with greater forces. "What brings you back?"
"I came to tell you that I have a new friend" Victor replied. "Really?" said Silas, raising an eyebrow. "And this is important…why?"
Victor looked his father in the eye. "Because she isn't normal. Like me. In case you forgot, this machine you implanted in me has given me certain abilities. She had an idea, about using our abilities, to help clean up this town. I figured it's time that I stopped sulking about what happened. I might be able to use my abilities for some good now."
"Well then…" said Silas sternly. "I suppose you'll be wanting some help then, eh?" Secretly he was immensely pleased. Ever since the accident, Victor had been down in the dumps. This was the first time in a long time that he'd seen his son with such purpose. "Maybe." Victor replied with a shrug. "I probably got things covered. I guess I'll talk to you if I need anything. See you around." With that he left.
Silas stood alone in the lab. Absentmindedly he scratched his head. Feeling something weird, he looked at his hand. A large clump of his hair had come out. He sighed. It wasn't going to be long. At least, now Victor was back, so he'd be able to pass everything on to him. He turned back to the table and went back to work on the arm.