Chapter 4 – Patrick
"Where am I...Whats happening?" Patrick could hear footsteps around him. The bag over his head smelled dank and musty. He could only see darkness and no one replied, but they were around him...possibly three, maybe four. None were talking.
"Look I have money, just please let me go." His arms were tied to the chair he sat on, they were secure and he had tried countless times to somehow slip a hand free. His feet were bare in cold wet water which sometimes he heard the footsteps moving through, it sounded like a puddle.
He wasn't sure how long he had been out, but he was sure it was the drink the girl gave him that knocked him out. As he tried to remember he thought of what had happened within one night. He had visited some bars with friends, laughing and partying. He had refused to drink much though since he was supposed to be up early for a meeting. That all seemed a mile away but one part rang home the most. It was the girl in black. She had been looking at him for a while before he had made the move to go talk to her. While at the bar he had bought two drinks and she seemed normal. But when she had bought him drinks that was the last thing he remembered. Now he was possibly kidnapped, with a bag over his head, arms and legs tied to a chair with wet feet. He heard the feet moving again. What the hell were they doing?
It was two hours later, sitting considering just yelling out his bank card number in the hope they dump him at the side of a freeway, hoping that might just save him. Two loud knocks at what sounded like a metal door echoed through a clearly large room. He head lots of footsteps and the door opening. Someone came walking in and before he could guess what was happening, the mask came off as Patrick coughed at the dust from inside the mask.
"I hope we didn't give you too much of a fright" some voice that sounded pleased, the man was old and sounded black. Patrick couldn't see anything as his eyes still adjusted to the light but he could make out a silhouette of someone on a wheelchair and another body behind him. He looked around, not answering the man who spoke to him. There were six more bodies around him, standing looking at the man in the wheelchair.
"You look scared. Now don't worry, we don't mean you any harm."
Patricks throat was dry and he struggled to be heard. "Who are you ?"
He was defonently black and tall, but seemed weak although he was the only one with clear authority and wasn't hiding his face. "Oh of course, you will have to forgive me. My names Eilijah, Eilijah Price." He seemed content with this situation as though this were perfectly normal. He sat smiling.
"What the fuck is going on?"
"Im so glad that you asked Patrick." Eilijah emphasiesed on the Patrick making it clear this wasn't just a random attack, they wanted him. " Have you ever heard of Bruce Banner ?" Who was Bruce Banner? Patrick racked his brain thinking of friends, family, co workers...anything. His mind drew blank. "I don't know who that is" He admitted.
"Well allow me to inform you. He was one of the greatest scientific minds having designed and developed a gamma bomb. Gamma bombs are nuclear warheads which have, as the name suggests high gamma outputs. During the first underground test of the gamma bomb Bruce was present to witness his creation in action. He wanted to see the fruits of his labour. But Bruce's expereince was cut short when he noticed someone outside the safe bunker zone and he rushed to save him. Saving the man he managed to push him into the bunker but was hit full on with gamma radiation."
Patrick was now aware he was talking about Bruce Banner from the Incredible Hulk. "He didn't die though. It turned him into a monster." This man is clearly insane. "The same goes for The Flash, Spiderman and many more characters from within these great stories."
"For all these characters it took one accident, for them to become great. To hit their true potential." Patricks arms ached from being tied behind the chair for so long. He kept quiet letting the man continue. Elijah rose from the chair to stand and held his hands out at Patrick.
" And now I give you, your true potential."
Patrick saw the men move around him at once and suddenly the room exploded with sound as generators roared into action around him. Patrick tried to look every way at once and kept catching sights and each of them were doing the same thing. They were hooking jump leads to the mains of each generator. Patrick looked at the water and began to scream. " No, you cant. No stop. The mans insane." His voice was drowned out by the noise. He began to sake his body violently in the chair, trying to get his feet from the water any way possible. The men how stood over the water holding out their connector looking directly at Patrick. "Stop" Tears now streamed down his face, as he looked Elijah in the eyes. Then the electricity rose from the water covering his body and Patrick screamed.