"Man, I can't tell you how much hospital food sucks!"

Abel piled on mounds of sweet potato casserole onto his plate. The brown lump splattered over the tray while Austin held a pink tray in his hands. The two slid down the buffet line at the cafeteria, people eating and talking to each other in the expansive room. The sound reverberated off the tall ceiling, but the steam from the hot plate of caviar hissed as Abel plucked a few scoops of it and dumped them on his tray.

"I could imagine," Austin said in his low voice."

"They fed me some weird jello substance," Abel said with a flourish of the ladle in the potatoes. "But it was actually moving. I swear, it was crawling off my plate!"

Abel appeared good as new, his shaggy hair fluffed up like a showered poodle. With his tinted sunglasses hanging to his nose's bridge by a thread, he threw a few bread rolls on top of the sea of potatoes and fried chicken that piled up on the tray. He grabbed one side of the headphones draped around his neck and held it onto his ear like a DJ mixing a song.

Austin, a simple hot dog on his tray, followed Abel as they strolled down the row of occupied lunch tables. The vibrant plateau of the marble courtyard beneath them glimmered from the cerulean blanket that hung over the earth. They walked right at the edge of the window wall, their shadows paining a dark path over the other tables.

"I can't believe I missed that first fight today. I'm glad we get lunch before we have to go back to it. When we get back from lunch, we need to make sure we can team up."

"I think it's random," Austin said.

"Well, a couple of bucks under the table, and I'm sure Bakugo will make it happen." Abel waved off the concern. "Just grease people's wheels and you can get what you want."

Approaching an empty round table at the farthest corner, Abel dropped his tray and plopped himself into the chair. He propped up his feet on the chair next to him, making Austin sit across Abel.

"You know what I find interesting?" Abel asked.

"Is it female-related?" Austin asked.

"Psh," Abel took a draw from his cup of limeade. Setting the plastic cup down, the liquid sloshed over the edge and dripped down the side. "I got out of that big nurse's place right after Leo came in. I was gonna say hello to you guys, but I was really hungry and the nurse told me lunch was coming up."

"How thoughtful of you."

Abel propped himself forward and sat upright. "I walked by the teacher's lounge, and I heard Deku's voice in there. He was there with that crazy guy that punched me? Anyway, I couldn't catch everything, mostly because of the music I was playing on my headphones, but I heard the end of their talk. Something about some quirk that can be given to people!"

Austin gripped his hot dog, his fingers imprinting itself in the soft bun. "That's not possible."

"Yeah, but they were talking about it," Abel said. Deku was all like, 'This quirk can be given to people!' And the other guy was like, 'You're stupid, you Damn Deku!' And then I heard them argue about someone getting it. Then, he growls at Deku and says something like, 'If that fell in the wrong hands, then you've given unlimited power to the enemy!' And I'm thinking, hold up! Does he mean Deku is giving it to the enemy? Power? So, I'm thinking there's something that those two know about something that can give people power.

"Power?"

"Unlimited power," Abel said. He grabbed his fork and dug into his potatoes. With a heap of them on the utensil, he stuffed it into his mouth. The mushy sweetness seared at his tongue, but the softness massaged his taste buds.

"And what are we supposed to do?" Austin said.

"I listen to a lot of news, okay? And admittedly, there are crazy things out there. But, unlimited power sounds like something exciting to me. So, I'm gonna keep my ear on the ground and spy on our teachers once in a while. I'm sure they'll let some things slip."

"What do you need unlimited power for?"

"Why did Emperor Palpatine need it?" Abel shrugged with his mouth full of potatoes. "Look, I come from a large family. And I'm one of five. You'd think growing up around Long Beach would be a dream come true, but it's awful sometimes! A bunch of fake people that run around drinking kale smoothies. Crazy vegans that feed their babies soy and tofu. It's worse than living in Compton! At least there, you can get some good ribs or barbecue. And better music. I mean, I don't mind the Red Hot Chili Peppers, but when every single person around you listens to them, it's torture."

Austin chewed on his hot dog and looked over Abel's shoulder. "I'm from a family of six."

"And you're the oldest, I bet?" Abel sighed and drummed his fingers on the table. "Man, it can get tiring. There must be some kind of way out of here, right? Hey, can you sing?"

Austin blinked and squeezed his hot dog. "Sing?"

"I'm thinking of starting a band. You know, boost morale and all?"

Austin panned his head around the rest of the cafeteria. A few tables down right upon the window sat James who was assaulting a turkey leg like a rabid dog.

"I heard James can sing," Austin said.

Abel, not being very wise, got up and sauntered away from Austin. Going down the row, he grinned to himself. Now that he was back in the society of the school, he wanted to start something that he thought would be good for the class. Not only that, but his Gibson Les Paul Standard was getting quite lonely with his fingertips grazing over the nylon strings.

He planted himself right in front of James, the boy still annihilating his turkey leg.

"Hello, James. I heard you ca-."

"Shut up and leave me alone."

Abel scurried away.

James rolled his eyes and clutched his turkey leg like a policeman's baton. Chewing on the grease-coated meat, he scowled out at the cafeteria. People were having a good time and conversing amongst each other. The sleek baby blue tile with pink counters and trash bins illuminated the already bright room. He hunched over his tray and chomped harder. He was a werewolf ripping apart a carcass of his prey, and he was certain to not be bothered. An occasional grunt escaped him with the attack that would not end until there was nothing but bone.

That was, until he noticed a brunette scanning the room at the end of the buffet line. He stopped and propped himself upright in his seat.

"Oi, Doctor Strange."

Leo jumped up, his thin arms trembling once he heard the harsh voice. He veered his gaze over to James. The angry boy waved his turkey leg in the air. He motioned it towards him, a clear sign to head towards his table.

Taking a few ginger steps, Leo swallowed and bit his bottom lip before advancing into the cave of danger that was the table. His shoulders slumped, his beady cocoa eyes looked at the intense green and purple that was James.

"Are you gonna fucking stand there like a weasel or sit down?"

Leo gasped out and kicked the chair next to James from under the table. He threw himself into the chair and smacked down his tray of lettuce and crumpets.

James swallowed the turkey and pointed the leg at Leo. "We're not friends. I wanna make that clear."

A bead of sweat swam down Leo's thin chin. "Uh...thanks?"

With a groan, James ripped another chunk of meat from the turkey leg. "I didn't want to give you any ideas. But...your quirk is very weird. And I can see it being useful one day. You basically beat me and Donald Duck single-handedly. You didn't even need that bottle of maple syrup. So...I wanna know more about you, I guess."

Leo wiped his brow, his heart smattering his wiry chest. His pale skin warmed up at the sudden attention from the hothead student. "I...I'm from England."

"Oh, really," James said. "Based on your accent, I thought you were from Texas. No, dumbass. Other things. Like...shit. What do people ask each other? You listen to The Alec James Show online?"

"The what?"

"You know, The Alec James Show. If you don't you're missing out," James drained down his apple juice from a juice box. Swallowing, he smacked his lips. "The globalists are putting fluoride chemicals in our tap water every day. Did you know that?"

"No, I guess I didn't," Leo stammered. "Thank you."

"Tch. I wish some people would open their eyes," James said. "Like that Chinese girl that keeps flirting with me. She already asked for my phone number and social media shit. But the government looks at that shit, too. She probably works for the CPC or something. They're brainwashing people, y'know! But anyway, I guess I'm supposed to learn more about you. What's your...favorite color?"

Leo blinked. "It's brown."

"Like the color of shit."

"Like the color of...chocolate."

James ticked his tongue while balling up a napkin in his hands. "Whatever. It's a start."

He spun in his chair and chucked the napkin towards the trash can about twenty feet away. It rolled through the air, the thin paper unfurling as it rattled towards the receptacle. However, it had too much air to it, and it sailed over the can. Twirling through the room, it landed right on the tray of Anton. The soiled napkin draped over the cheeseburger right in the center of his tray. He had just gotten it from the lunch lady, and now it was infected with James's germs.

Anton glared over at the source of the the throw. However, James paid no mind as he already dived back into his conversation with Leo.

He ruined our hot dog! We need to mess that guy up!

Anton sighed. "Later, Pathogen."

"Oh, hey," Robyn, who was standing next to Anton, pointed at the hamburger. "James threw that at you. I guess he has really good aim!"

"He also ruined my burger."

Robyn stroked her chin. "But you have that virus thing in you, right? Won't it just eat up any of those germs?"

Exactly!

"Pss."

Anton froze in his tracks.

"Pss. Right here."

With a twirl on his heels, Anton peered down at an older man kneeling behind the buffet table, his balding head poking out from the side.

"Anton," he said. "Down here!"

It was Steve Buscemi!

"Oh, God," Anton said.

"Whoa," Robyn chirped. "Is that Steve Buscemi?"

Without another word, Anton set his tray on top of the trash can and pulled Robyn by the arm. He sulked over to the hiding figure of the film star. Once he got towards the table, he knelt down and slid behind the table. Robyn followed suit and scrunched herself under the table. Sure enough, Steve sat on his knees next to Moxie. the girl was clutching her red crystal that had been gifted to her the day before.

"Can I help you?" Anton asked with apathy.

"I'm a lunch lady now!" Steve said with a tight grin. "Your teacher and Professor Tommy got me the job here to watch over you all."

That's amazing! Can we get his autograph now? Do you think we can meet Chris Rock? I think they know each other!

"And...we need watching over by you...why?" Anton said with an unimpressed face.

"Well," Steve jabbed his thumb at Moxie. "This girl does. Remember that weird machine that transfers things by dimensions? Well, I won't go into details, but this crystal thing actually has a person from another dimension inside it. Isn't that exciting?"

Anton nodded his head. "Sure. Why not?"

"I'm serious," Moxie said. "I'm being haunted by some strange British guy. A guy that says he's trapped inside this crystal I'm wearing."

"Haunted?" Robyn asked. "But...how is that possible? Other dimensions? Wait, if you're haunted, can you get an exorcism or something? You're catholic, right?"

"You can't just order an exorcism," Moxie said. "It takes a whole bunch of research and approval! You see, my granddaddy needed one a few years ago. He was perfectly healthy, but one day, as he was smoking his cigarette, and he started coughing. Then, it was blood. It kept going that way for weeks, and we went to the church. It took forever to get an exorcism scheduled. It's paperwork and paperwork, and the Vatican sends in some priests, and all the materials take forever to bring over there. It took years before they finally got him the exorcism."

"That's horrible," Steve said. "Did it work? Did the demon leave?"

"Oh, it was just lung cancer," Moxie said. "He lived, though."

Anton rubbed the temple on his head. "Okay, you need to slow down. So, there are other dimensions? And...this crystal has a person from one of them?"

"Is he hot?" Robyn asked Moxie.

"D-don't ask that," Moxie stammered out, averting her eyes away from Robyn. "It doesn't matter."

"I mean, if he's British and he's hot, I fail to see the problem with being haunted by him," Robyn shrugged her thin shoulders.

"He's...he's...it's not important," Moxie cried out.

"The problem," Steve said while looking at the small circle crouched behind the lunch counter. "Is that we don't know what he is doing here or why. And only the person wearing the crystal can see him."

"I already told Steve," Moxie said. "Earlier, he pointed a stick at Deku when I was talking to him. It didn't do anything, but Steve knows he's up to no good."

"I know a thing or two about crossing dimensions," Steve said. "And some creatures try to cross over to cause others harm. This appears to be one of those beings. I don't know what he is up to, but we need to be careful and make note of any strangeness that occurs around here."

Anton shook his head. "And how are we supposed to do that, exactly?"

"We don't know yet," Steve said. "But I told Moxie she should keep wearing the crystal for now. This is new territory for inter-dimensional travel, and we need to see the effects of it. Just let me know if anything strange happens. No one else needs to know about this. Not even the school knows yet. Think of this as our little secret," Steve winked at Anton.

"But why can't we tell the school?" Anton asked.

"Because it's my experiment," Steve said. "Sure, the school paid for it, but I don't want them to think we're crazy. I mean, if I walked up to Deku and told him Moxie was being followed around by some guy from a crystal, they'd pull me funding right away! This way, I can keep tabs on you all and get extra gas money. Not to mention, the free food," Steve grabbed a dinner roll from the top of the table and bit into it.

"It's okay," Anton said. "I believe what's happening here."

"You do?" Moxie asked as she clutched her hands together.

"Sure. I've been haunted by something since I was four."

I take great offense to that.

"That was my intention," Anton spoke to Pathogen.

"I gotta admit," Robyn said. "I didn't quite expect any of this. But I guess I'm down. So, how did Moxie get the crystal?"

Steve cleared his throat. "Well, you should know. You were there."

"No, I wasn't."

A pause.

"Aren't you the other kid from the group that came in my house?"

"No," Moxie said. "That was Leo."

"Oh," Steve said. "Uh...welcome to the club, I guess."

"Thank you," Robyn said. "And I loved you in all those Adam Sandler movies."

Steve looked up to the heavens and raised up his arms. "God! Why do these kids only know me from those movies? Why can't you all talk about how great I was in something else? Like Fargo?"

"I like Fargo," Robyn said. "I didn't know you were in that show."

"Show?"

Izuku was glad that he could finally see his students in action. Granted, it was all his fault that he had not been by his students, but he understood that Kacchan needed time to see what was happening with the students as well. He welcomed everybody after lunch, although his gaze lingered on Moxie. He was unsure why he felt the way he did around Moxie earlier, but he hoped that it was just a coincidence. Regardless, he would need to keep an eye on her.

He sat in a leather chair in front of the televisions screens. The other students stood around in the lobby of the building as they witnesses the next fight about to take place. The next team were in position, and he leaned forward towards the screens to keep his attention at every move the students made. Not only would this help him determine their power, but he could also see who may be best equipped at holding One For All. There was a new layer to being a teacher, and he had to make the perfect decision.

"Alright, students," Deku said over the intercom. "The bell will signal your start. No major rules, but if the timer runs out or the limo hits the finish line, hero team wins. A surrender, and hero team wins. Villains only win with hitting the target. Good luck, and do your best!"

"Alright, I can't wait to be the villain," Abel said as he thumbed through his MP3 player. "This situation calls for a little Black Sabbath, don't you think?"

Anton blew out a hot sigh. He had a feeling that this guy was going to be difficult to work with. They waited right at the bus stop just a block south of the Shibuya crossing.

"Let's get this over with," Anton said. He climbed onto Abel's back and waited for the start.

Brrrrinnggg!

Hero Team: Robyn Guang and Megan Shaw

Villain Team: Anton Nosoi and Abel Chevelle

At the park, the limousine started to roll. Megan jogged next to it. Robyn stood on top of the vehicle, her samurai sword glistening at her side. Her hair blew back, and she perched herself like a statue of a brave warrior about to face an army.

Inside the car, Blake nodded to himself as he turned up the radio in the car. He popped open the small mini-fridge underneath his seat and popped open a bottle of apple cider. He hummed along to the music, and he swung his legs on the seat.

"Ready?" Megan looked up towards Robyn as the other girl looked down.

Robyn nodded. Then, she lay flat on her belly and grabbed the sides of the limousine.

Staying in her light jog, Megan took one hand and hovered it over the car. Then, she moved her other hand right over her own stomach. She had to time this with the precision of a brain surgeon. Touching one object to quickly would cause it to zoom away without the other object catching up. The plan was very simple; speed up the limousine and herself so she could keep up. They would race away from the pair. In case they caught up, Robyn and Megan would be ready to fight.

They rounded the corner. Now, it was a straight shot through down ten blocks through Shibuya Crossing. At a stop sign, they stopped with the engine rumbling in the hood. Megan took a breath and peered down the horizon. The LED signs blinked and moved with music videos playing over their speakers. The echo of the music blew past them, and Robyn braced herself for when the car started to roll again.

Then, the music got louder.

It was muffled, certainly not playing towards an open crowd. Yet, the volume was so loud to overcome the barriers of the sound waves. Also, in contrast to the J-Pop that played over the speakers, it was a hard rock song. In fact, it sounded like the song "Paranoid." Megan quite liked the song, but she did not like how the sound got louder.

Then, she flung herself around.

Abel crashed right into her. Her eyes closing, Megan grunted out at the impact as she raced backwards. Megan flew with Abel's arms around her twenty feet forward away from the limo. Both summersaulted over the concrete before crashing right into the street lamp right at the corner opposite the limo on the intersection. Megan's head smacked the metal, and the world spun around her as she entered a daze.

Digging his knees into the concrete, Abel held Megan down by her wrists. His arms were stone, encasing her underneath his frame as she tried to wiggle herself out of his grasp. Abel was as solid as any marble statue, and he grinned down at her as he had her captured. She had no idea that he was strong enough to hold her down without the chance of escape.

"Robyn!" She shouted, the wind escaping from her lungs.

Robyn, who had not been paying attention, perked up and drew out her sword. As she did so, she leapt off the roof and turned to face behind her. Anton, who rode on Abel's back, shook his head to regain his bearings. Robyn swung out her sword to her side, a bright glint blinding Anton for just a second.

"Just try getting past me," Robyn said.

"Huh?" Anton asked.

"What?" Robyn asked. "Wasn't that edgy enough?"

Then, the limo started to roll again.

Anton tried to run around Robyn, but instead, the girl yelled out and swung her sword. Anton held out his arm, and the sword sliced right at the top of Anton's wrist. He grunted out, the thick slit stinging much more than the normal cut that he created for Pathogen. However, it would suffice as a purple rope shot out of the wound.

Yes! Time to attack!

Megan, laying below Abel, gasped as she saw a thin purple miasma flow out of Anton's wrist right at Megan.

"Get to the limo," Abel shouted. With the speed of the song playing over his headphones, his speed had been enhanced dramatically. He climbed up to his feet and made just the smallest movement towards the car.

That was all Megan needed. If her previous plan of making the car go faster would not work, she would do the next best thing.

She grabbed at Abel's wrist, a warm energy shooting into him like a needle injecting adrenaline.

Abel rushed himself forward, but suddenly, he accelerated like a cannon ball shot out into a battlefield. In a blink, Abel roared as he felt his legs storm the ground at a speed he never had gone before. He exploded forward, his trajectory pointed right at the center of the limousine.

Anton, seeing what was about to happen, took a step back. Pathogen zoomed back into the safety of Anton's body, and he fell onto his back.

Robyn turned back and yelped out. All she saw was a colorful blur as it raced right past her at the speed of an unstoppable locomotive.

Then, the crash.

Abel smashed right into the car. At his speed, it was enough to cause the entire frame of the vehicle to turn over on it's side. Metal siding flew out from the impact as the glass shattered from the windows. Abel crashed right through the entire car, and he skidded to a halt as the vehicle separated in two sides. The limo was cut in half, and it rolled over with the ferocity of a barreling dragon.

The crash rocked the area. Flipping over once, the destroyed sides of the limo crashed onto it's deflated tires right side up and rocked to it's halt. A small fire raged under the destroyed hood of the vehicle. In the back half, Blake was thrown onto the floor. With a small grunt, he pushed himself up with his arms and rolled over. He sat on the floor and witnessed the carnage of the dead car. The frame of it was just beyond the sidewalk onto the grass of the park that they had not even left yet.

Abel lay a few feet away from the wreckage. He was completely knocked out. Debris and glass peppered the trail of the impact as leaking oil pooled around the concrete underneath the engine.

Anton, seeing how frozen everyone else was, decided to take this time and rush past Robyn.

"Hey, wait!" Robyn chased after him.

Megan, seeing Anton run towards the car, got back up and touched herself on her stomach. She ran, her speed increasing to a manageable, but extremely fast and rocketed towards Anton.

Hearing the rapid footsteps, Anton extended his arm at Megan.

"Pathogen!"

On it!

The purple streak shot out of the wound on Anton and raced through the air at Megan. Not able to avoid it, Megan clashed right with the lilac ribbon. It smacked into her eyes and entered her bloodstream immediately.

The pain stabbed her right at her head. She lost her balance and collapsed down onto the ground. Her eyes rolled backwards in her head, and her body skid over the concrete before halting right at Anton's feet. However, she had no control of her body. Her blood felt like it was boiling, and an incorrigible heat bubbled throughout her skin. Her nerves cooked under the strain, and a banging ravaged her brain like a hammer was smacking onto her skull. She could not even vocalize her pain, but Pathogen was running rampant through her body.

The moment Pathogen entered Megan, Anton sprinted as fast as he could towards the giant hole created by Abel's crash. Stomping over the broken glass and bits of plastic and seat leather, he saw Blake seated right at the center of the floor in the destroyed limousine. The target was placed right at his chest.

Before Anton could reach into his pocket for the ball, Robyn slammed her shoulder into Anton's side. He tumbled over, his face digging into the oil-stained grass underneath. He dug his foot into the dirt and stopped his slide. Pathogen's connection was broken, so he returned to Anton's body. He flipped over onto his knee and looked upright inside the vehicle.

Robyn was crouched in front of Anton with her sword crossing over her body. Blake took this time to stand up behind the girl. Outside of the wreckage, Megan was clutching her chest, her lungs starved for air. Her muscles twitched, but she found the strength to get back up. Knowing her team needed her, she refuesd to lay on the ground despite the indescribable pain. Gritting her teeth, she climbed back up to her feet and hovered her hand over her chest. She took a step forward.

Anton, knowing she would come back, thrusted his arm back out towards Megan. Without breaking eye contact with Robyn, he allowed Pathogen to zoom out and invade Megan again. Before she could do anything else, she collapsed back to the ground, shaking and convulsing from the biological weapon.

That left Anton in front of Robyn who shielded Blake. They were only five feet apart.

Anton grabbed the ball from his pocket with his left hand and squeezed it.

"What sucks is that I'm right-handed," Anton said. "But I think I can make this throw. And if not, I'm not afraid to use Pathogen on you."

"Then you should use it now," Robyn said. "Oh, but then Megan would have a chance to get back up."

Anton looked down at the purple streak. "Pathogen, can you visit Robyn?"

That would hurt your chances with her, though.

"Maybe, but this is how villains act, right?"

Maybe you should just throw the ball. She is really cute.

"Pathogen. Now!"

Pathogen, begrudgingly, began to carve it's way out of the maze of Megan's bloodstream and return to Anton.

"Robyn," Blake tugged on her shoulders. "Stab me."

This was Robyn's chance. She looked back at Blake. "You sure?"

Blake nodded. "It guarantees we'll win."

Robyn flashed Blake a tight smile. This was their plan B, and it was time to enact it.

She took her sword and impaled Blake.

Of course, Blake doubled over in pain. What shocked Anton was that he felt it just the same. In fact, far worse.

The moment the steel swished through Blake, Anton screamed in agony as he collapsed to his knees. The sleek metal felt like it had just stabbed him, and the assault on his nerves ignited a fire that took his breath away. His body slammed onto the ground, and he fists clenched and dug right into the grass. Pathogen returned back to his body. Without any other orders, Pathogen immediately sheltered himself inside.

Boss, what's happening? Why are you in this pain? They didn't stab you. I never detected that!

Anton could say nothing as he rolled over and clutched his middle for the invisible wound.

The rest of the class looked on with various degrees of horror, intrigue, and even some held disgust.

"Did she just stab the VIP," Hunter asked. "And...is this okay for the hero team to do?"

"Acting more like villains to me," Katsu said.

Drake nodded in agreement. While there were no specific rules for this exercise, using this tactic had to be against some sort of international law or code.

Over the intercom, Deku turned on a switch and leaned into the microphone on the control panel.

"Blake, Robyn. Stop what you're doing right now. He's in pain."

Blake released occasional grunts and whimpers, but he plastered on a watery smile as he saw Anton writhing like a dying centipede on the floor. "Yes, keep fighting. Dig it in harder, Robyn."

"Blake, stop it," Deku said.

"Never told Anton to stop when Megan was hurt," Blake said as he coughed out another laugh. Blood pooled around his wound, his shirt staining with an increasing imprint of scarlet viscous liquid.

Robyn, hearing the anguished cries from Anton, fought her gaze between Blake and Anton. "Is he alright?"

"Will be perfect in a few," Blake gave off a tortured chuckle. "I might need a little patching up, though. That's okay."

Anton, tears cornering his eyes, reached his hand up at the sky. "I...I surrender! Just stop it!"

Then, as soon as the pain jabbed him, it left.

Anton's arms collapsed onto the floor. The pain was gone, but his throat was shredded from the screams he let out. His limps ached from how he squirmed on the ground. His back, drenched in oil and dirt, cramped up from the curvature it was forced into. He panted for precious air, and he rubbed the area where the injury would have been located. Nothing hinted at any damage whatsoever.

Robyn looked down at Anton, a pang of guilt swimming around her heart. She had no idea this amount of pain could be caused by Blake. True, she could handle the stab from her high tolerance for pain, and so could Blake if the image of his tight smile was any consolation. However, Anton truly was hurt. She pulled her sword out of Blake and dropped it on the floor. She rushed over to him.

Behind her, Blake collapsed onto his bottom. He still smiled through the pain, realizing that he had won yet again.

"I'll heal you," Robyn said. She got to her knees and rested a hand on Anton's shoulder.

Anton smacked away Robyn's hand. "Nothing to heal. Pathogen?"

Was that all in our head? What just happened? Why couldn't I do anything?

"Pathogen," Anton gasped out. "Get Blake."

Blake looked back up at Anton. "What?"

But the exercise is over.

"Get Blake! Kill him!"

But boss!

"Kill him!"

Then, a dart injected itself into Anton's throat.

He collapsed with his head lolling right onto Robyn's arms. His vision drowned into darkness.

Another chapter. This one became much more violent than I thought, but the occasional bloodshed is necessary to keep people's attention.

So what do you think? Some ethical questions here, I'm sure. Did you like any of the character interactions? Did you not like anything? Please review and let me know! I'm open to any sort of questions, comments, concerns, or suggestions! Keep up the fan art and ideas! I love all of them.

Thank you. See you soon!