AN: The last few chapters I have not placed a note stating that I do not own the creative property of either Batman or Spider-Man or the idea of splicing. I have not considering this is being posted on a site called fan-fiction.
Keeve practically danced with delight as the young man, Ben Reilly as his ID indicated, stumbled from the store. He had the boys address and now all he had to do was watch him and the others he chose to test the serum on. Instead of dancing merrily around the room he checked the owner was still unconscious in the closet and resumed his spot behind the counter. Now all he would do is allow for forty-eight hours to pass and allow the serum to take a full hold on the boys DNA and then he would watch. The bell to the door rang again and Keeve looked up expectantly, his face dropped as he recognized his blonde benefactor strolling nimbly towards him.
"Splicing?" The man asked. "Honestly doctor you could have at least tried to make a run for it."
The man pulled a slender knife from his jacket pocket.
"You don't understand, this isn't splicing," Keeve shouted nervously.
His cries fell on deaf ears. The man approached and Keeve found out his suspicions were true, the man was not a dancer but he moved with amazing grace.
A few hours later the name in the appointment book showed up and the cops were called. The clerk in the closet was found and it was all written off as a random act of Joker violence do to the smiley face carved over Keeve's face. The police tried to contact the walk-in splicer, Ben Reilly, but found him to be a ghost.
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Alex was able to stumble to the new apartment but barely made it beyond the door. He collapse as the door swung shut, waves of nausea and pain alternated through his body. His skull felt as though it was trying to pull itself apart and he was sweating heavily. For what seemed like hours he lie curled up just beyond the door, finally he was able to pull himself into his room and onto his bed. For once he was truly glad for his mothers new job, if she would have seen him like this he knew that she would have taken him back and had it all reversed.
He tossed and turned in a fitful sleep surrounded in a nightmare that would not end. The splice took hold turning his hair blonde as he had wanted but then it turn his eyes yellow and then his teeth. Before he could get back to the shop to have to splice reversed his skin turned a soft shade of yellow. Doctors came and went but there was no way to reverse the splice, even other splices to turn his skin another shade and his eyes another color would soon dissolve into the same yellow.
The door to the apartment closed, waking him with a start. He smiled at the silly dream that had seemed so dark and foreboding as he slept. He walked out to the kitchen and saw that his mother had passed through, her purse was on the counter and a stack of files were on the table. Suddenly he realized how hungry he was.
He poured himself a large glass of water, remembering that hunger was a sign of dehydration, and then started to make some instant noodles. In a matter of moments the instant noodles were ready and he was eating them by the fork-full. He had finished the bowl and the glass of water in five large bites and a couple of full gulps. The hunger abated slightly and he began to wonder why no one had mentioned this in the after effects of splicing. He put the dishes in the sink and turned, stopping for a moment when he noticed the glass was in his open hand. Cocking his head to the side slightly he held his hand up and stretched his fingers out, the glass stayed connected to his hand. With his left hand he grasped the glass and pulled, after a moment of resistance the glass relented and moved to his left hand. He put the glass back in the sink and slowly moved his hand out of the sink and watched as the glass was now stuck to his left hand.
Alex spread his fingers and shook his hand wildly, but the glass stayed attached. He began to wonder if he was even awake and seriously consider the situation to be a waking dream, perhaps he had fallen asleep at the table. Slowly he turned back to the sink and turned on the water. The sensation of water coursing over his hand was too real, he was awake. As he realized he was in fact awake the glass dropped to the sink and he pulled his hands up for closer inspection. There was no residue from glue and the glass looked clean, in fact he had no trouble with it while he was drinking earlier. The veins in his arms bulged from his skin and pulsed heavily. He watched as they started to fade back into his arm and his pulse slowed.
Deciding he needed more sleep he began to walk back to his room but dropped to his knees as a searing pain spread from the tips of his fingers to his entire body. His skin was on fire and his heart pounded in his ears. He did not move, hoping the pain would fade if he stayed still. This attack did not last as long as the others, but he found that he was once again sweating badly. He slipped into his room quietly, still not wanting his mother to see him yet, and started a shower. He sat in the shower, leaning against the wall and let the water wash over him. His entire body ached and he didn't trust his legs to hold him. Slowly he stood and washed completely and then headed off to bed once again.