lostmoonchild: Okay, another chapter ready to go so I hope you guys are all enjoying this story. Um, basically same thing as before, I'll be trying to update on Mondays and Thursdays on a good week but I'll definitely be aiming for once a week no matter what since I hate leaving stories left unfinished. And I'd like to thank everybody that's been kind enough to leave a review, you guys rock!

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Chapter Six

There was that damned feeling again.

Ross quickly turned around, his gray eyes darting around him. Somebody was following him and watching his every move but whenever he looked there was nobody there. It was really beginning to piss him off since he had no idea what whoever it was wanted from him.

His eyes returned to the recent report that he had been studying. A very experimental weapon that was still in its early stages of testing had been reported stolen just months before Rose had gotten infected by whatever virus that had killed her. The notes had been recovered and all experiments had been resumed as if nothing had happened.

It was the product of those experiments that he knew already. Muscle deterioration, loss of motor skills, memory loss, and finally death. He had watched as his sister slowly wasted away until she couldn't fight anymore and just gave up. Shortly after she did, she died.

Ross shivered as he looked over the notes, his heart breaking. "Don't." Rose warned him. "Find the scientists' names and see if you can't find out if they have any suspicions about who took the weapon."

What if the scientists didn't know? What then? What would happen then if they didn't have any suspicions. He'd be back at square one, the one place he didn't want to be. He wanted to be at the end and beating the hell out of everybody that had had a hand in his siblings' deaths.

Of course he needed to exercise his patience regarding that subject. Whoever was behind this knew that he was absolutely furious and wanted revenge for what had happened. They were clearly going to avoid him for a while.

His eyes fell on a name, the name of the scientist that had reported the new weapon missing. A smile spread across his lips as he memorized the name, his gray eyes dancing softly. Now he had a name to help him and he'd be damned before he let anybody stop him from finding out what had happened.

"Stephan Marcus?"

A man in his late forties looked up, peering at him through thin-framed glasses. "Can I help you?" The man, Stephan, questioned with a slightly confused look on his face.

Ross took out his military I.D. before answering, "I'd like to ask you a few questions regarding a project that you were working on a few years ago."

"Oh?" Interest showed in the man's voice. "Which project would that happen to be?"

"Project Sandman."

Stephan stared at him for a moment before sighing. "Why did I know that somebody from the military would be looking into that failure?" Stephan questioned with a small frown.

"Failure?"

"Yes. Project Sandman was never intended to harm humans. It was intended to assist soldiers and help their wounds heal faster. I read what happened to that poor girl. Ronny or something."

"Rose."

"Yes, that's her name. Poor girl, when I discovered that Project Sandman had been the cause of her death, I was most distraught."

Ross frowned slightly as he took out a small notebook. "The report says that the documents were stolen." Ross told the man.

"Higher ups said to put that in the report. The documents were taken, yes, but they weren't stolen."

"Do you know who took them?"

Stephan shook his head slightly before looking at Ross with an almost amused expression. "You're related to the girl, aren't you?" Stephan questioned with an amused look. "I can see the similarity between you and her corpse. Very well preserved after two years, I might add."

"What?!" Anger began to burn in Ross's heart at the news. "What do you mean?"

"You weren't aware that your sister's remains had been exhumed?"

"My sister suffered because of your little pet project and in the final months of her life she had lost all of her dignity. Do you not think that she deserved some dignity after death?!"

"You're angry. Oh, dear, I didn't mean to upset you." Stephan stated patiently.

Anger flashed in Ross's eyes as he glared at the man, clearly wanting answers. "I was under the impression that relatives were to be informed of any desires to exhume the remains of their relative." Ross snarled.

Stephan took his glasses off and cleaned the lenses, clearly not feeling threatened. "In most cases, yes, but you and your siblings are now ghosts." Stephan stated as he replaced his glasses. "Soon, my dear boy, you will be lying in your coffin with no one to mourn for you."

Ross stepped back. What in the hell was this guy talking about? He wasn't planning on dying until after he had captured his siblings' murderers and made them pay. "What are you talking about?" Ross demanded angrily.

"Your father was a nosey bastard just like you are. It's a pity that he had to be silenced the way he was."

"What-"

Ross's eyes widened when he felt a prick, his muscles freezing as he felt something cold entering his bloodstream. "You see," Stephan said with a small smirk as Ross stumbled to the side, knocking down several papers, "Project Sandman was originally supposed to make even the most average of people alchemists."

"It's a science…" Ross whispered.

"Yes, but some believe that it's in one's genes. Project Sandman, for some reason, reacts very poorly with those that have certain genetic markers. Your family, especially those on your father's side, has a tendency to bring out the worse in Project Sandman."

Chills went through the man's body, his stomach churning violently in warning. His throat burned as his stomach forced his breakfast to return, coughs shaking his body as saliva dripped from his lips. "Why?" Ross demanded weakly.

The man smiled a bit as he knelt down, entertainment flashing in his eyes. "Why not? Humans experiment on animals and if the results are positive, the experiments move on to being tested on other humans. Project Sandman is simply an experiment that skipped lab rats and went right to humans. That's all."

Forcing himself to stand up, Ross stumbled out of the room trying to make sense of the spinning world around him. As he stumbled into the streets, he felt all reality slip away as he slipped into peaceful unconsciousness.

lostmoonchild: Yeah, this probably won't be a very long story but oh well. I don't know what's going to happen or anything seeing as my brain doesn't tell me crap until after another chapter's written. Okay, so read and review, flames will be accepted.