As promised, Chapter 11. Short but sweet, with a tiny insert of Eve's past. Chapter 12 in the works, READ AND REVIEW OR DIE!

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Chapter Eleven - Flashbacks

When I woke up, I was hyperventilating. Reed rushed to my side and quickly pulled the sensors off me, not fast enough, in my opinion. When he was finished, I bolted out of the room, locked myself in my bedroom, fumbled through my duffel bag, found my flask, poured a shot, and swiftly drained it.

Shakily, I sat, perched, at the end of my bed, and rested my head in my hands. The lights around me were flickering like crazy, my hair was sticking up, and sparks were jumping from my fingers and pulsing down my arms.

Gripping my shot glass like a lifeline, I clenched my teeth and tried to keep the memories at bay. It didn't work.

"Finn! Finn!" I cried, clutching the limp body of the boy, his brown curls damp, his green eyes open and unseeing. "Finn!" I sobbed, burying my face into his chest, tears coming freely.

I shook my head, grunting with effort. I tried thinking about anything, everything but the memories spilling over. Everything reminded me of Finn, though.

"Finn!" I screamed, reaching for his body as I was dragged away.

I barely felt the blood seeping through my fingers, a result of the cracking glass buried in my flesh.

I stood, dressed in gray sweats, an IV in my wrist, watching through a window as they cut open Finn, running test after test on his hair and skin and blood and eyes, and every other part of him. I watched, tears staining my shirt, and jumped when a hand touched my shoulder. "Your turn," he whispered into my ear, and I cried as I was lead away.

"Eve?" called a voice through the door. I opened my eyes, realizing that they were closed, and slowly unclenched my fists, the sticky blood running between my fingers and leaving stains on my knees. "Are you okay?"

I vaguely noticed Sue's voice at the other side of the door, and groaned as I stood, tripping over the flask I'd dropped. "Yeah," I managed, leaning against the door. I cleared my throat, then said, "Can you get me a towel, though?"

She returned a few minutes later and came through my door, to find me leaning against the dresser, my bloody palms pressed to the wood, with my eyes closed and breathing heavily. She rushed inside, calling for Reed, then attempted to help me stand. My legs wouldn't support me, and she resorted to running to the bathroom and wetting the towel.

"Hot damn," said Johnny when he appeared at my doorway. He stared at me for a minute, and I opened my eyes to glare at him, before closing them again.

"Johnny, go get Reed!" hissed Sue, cleaning up my left arm. He fled, returning with the baffled scientist. I drifted off, my limbs going numb, and my eyes blurring with tears and exhaustion.

It was three in the morning when I came back to the world. I was splayed across a bare bed, with new sweats and bandages on the cuts on my palms. My hands were literally numb, and I was starving. I staggered to my feet and shuffled out of the room, avoiding looking at the bloodstains on the dresser and floor.

After raiding the fridge and devouring most of what was inside, I found Reed bent over a microscope, jotting down notes. "Unbelievable," he muttered, turning to look at x-rays.

"What is?" I asked, crossing my arms and eying his startled reaction.

"Oh, your results. Your bones, skin, and muscle, they act like insulation, but your blood carries an electrical charge. Basically, your body acts like a battery." Reed fumbled around with papers, then pulled up some comparison results and pointed at some numbers. "Each of your hairs acts as miniature lightning rods, attracting the electromagnetic waves in the air and charging your blood. The shocks you generate come from your blood, and the skin on your palms work like an outlet, discharging the electricity building up in your blood. It's all in your blood."

I touched the stack of papers, then let my hand fall limply to my side. "Cool," I said, eying the portrait of he and Sue, his arm over her shoulders, grinning at the camera. I shuffled away, then sat in a random chair, lost in my thoughts. The words on my hand had faded away, but I remembered them clearly. "Break up," I whispered, recalling Leonard's instructions.

"Bring up the break up. Install doubt, cause a rift. Victor wants them to hate each other. It's your job to make that happen."

I drifted off, the memories haunting my sleep.

I woke up again, this time at a quarter past noon, and immediately plugged myself in to the internet, munching on some potato chips. I was checking the stocks when an alert popped up for the New York Times website.

The headline: Doctor Murdered Mysteriously.

It was a small article, short but sweet. In summary, it stated that a Dr. Wesley Tohns was found dead, forcibly choked, then thrown against some glass. He had multiple lacerations on his back and head, the cause of death.

Shocked, I found myself reading the coroner's report, and the police report as well. Then I found something that made me go cold.

Dr. Tohns last patient was Victor Von Doom.

Okay, for those that are confused, this chapter starts right after Eve's testing. She is asleep for it, so she doesn't really know what went on. I really wanted to put a break down in here, show how vulnerable Eve can get when facing her past. Trust me, all will make sense in time.

Reed's diagnosis of her powers was all made up by me. Also, Dr. Tohns was mentioned in two other chapters. Anyone know which ones?

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