A/N: Thanks for sticking with me! One more chapter (this one) before I start using names instead of labels. The chapter immediately after next will be pretty much all explanation, and the next will involve going back and tagging every scene I didn't tag. After that, I hope there will be no excessive confusion.
On with the fic!
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The figure stumbled walking to the ICU, swallowed hard, and clutched its stomach. In the shadow by the wall, an eye rolled back in its socket. Blood and tears dripped from a break in the eye. Stumbling steps took the figure out of the hall, into a comatose patient's room.
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The darkened figure watched the woman on the bed. She'd had three heart attacks, burst at least five different blood vessels, spat up a full set of teeth and two pints of blood, and grown sensitive enough to count the threads in the blanket without looking. She wasn't getting better—she was getting worse.
Leaving the ignorant doctor behind, the figure left. Where would the gen be?
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The gen's breathing was heavy and ragged. One hand fumbled getting out the syringe and needly. It was filled with a thick, clear liquid that trembled and bubbled slightly.
The needle was touching the gen's skin when the door opened. The gen looked up, whites showing all the way around the gen's eyes, hand frozen.
The figure in the doorway surveyed the scene with a bored expression. "I'm not even going to go into how many people you could have saved with that," the person said dryly, and strode over, taking the needle.
The gen grabbed for the needle, but the other pulled it away. "Unless you want to give yourself an injection with a rubber glove, I suggest you let me do this." Startled, the gen looked down. The thumb and little finger on the gen's right hand were bent over in a strange curve, having lost their bones. The gen closed his eyes, sighed, and nodded. The other watched the gen for a brief moment before targeting the gen's vein and injecting the liquid.
The liquid had an immediate effect on the gen: the boneless fingers straightened; the damaged eye healed. The gen straightened, healthy again.
The other figure was looking over the syringe. The one looked at the gen, and the gen winced at the bored expression and the distant fury in the eyes. "You needed this now?" The gen nodded mutely. "It was three hours early." The person reached out suddenly into the gen's pockets and pulled out an empty syringe. "Wait, more like ten hours early. No one's ever developed this much of a resistance before. Of course, no one's ever been on it this long, either."
The gen was watching the other without fear now, but also without speaking. Suddenly the gen's hand reached out. "Give me those." The other shrugged and handed the syringes back. The gen pocketed them without another word as the other turned and began to leave.
The gen hurried to catch up. "Where are we going?"
"Gonna have another one of those secret meetings."
"The ones where we ignore our colleague?"
"Don't you just love 'em?"
"Not particularly."
"Well, you'll like this one. The Medicine Man and out government-imposed handler will be there, and the goody-two-shoes."
"Why do you call them that?"
"It's more fun than just using their names. Come on. Everyone's in here."
The one opened the door, and three people seated around the table looked up.
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A/N: I HAVE AN ANNOUNCEMENT!!!
The Gen Project WHO'S WHO is here!
There are six people: the gen, the maker (guy or girl who made the gen), the goody-two-shoes (who turned in the maker), the Medicine Man (not necessarily a man, who made Terrafen), the government-imposed supervisor (what more is there to say?), and the mole (who didn't say anything in the first chapter). Anyone who reviews this chapter may add to their review a guess about who's who. Each of the main characters (Cameron, Chase, Foreman, House, Cuddy, Wilson) is exactly one of them. Whoever gets the most right can request any oneshot (barring incest, child sex, and anything loaded with something I don't know, like technobabble), and I will write it and/or find a good one for you. Or, you can request an update of a story I've already started. Either way, it will be up in a week, and I will put you on my favorite authors list if you've written anything. (I hope you like my writing enough to play my game.)
Bai bai!