Lea-Renee: I love writing this story; it just flows for me so far.
Rayne: That's cause Lea's actually slightly psychotic and he problems make it easy to enter the minds of dark characters.
Lea-Renee: I'm not psychotic! I am simply an empathetic person.
Rayne: Is that what you call crying when that Nazi got hung in Schindler's list?
Lea-Renee: That's because I felt sorry for him, he obviously loved that Jewish girl and the view that were thrust upon him caused an inner conflict… but that's off topic. Here is chapter 3.
Warning: Religious/Mythological themes, I'm not a Pagan/Satanist by the way so don't flame me cause of them.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh Gx, if I did I wouldn't have to think about the things I would do differently.
Songs:Divinations- Mastodon.
Haou's Pov
Hanging up my costume for the day I changed into my normal people clothes, normally I wouldn't because really being a superhero is a full time job but I wasn't feeling up to going. Unlike most cartoon superheroes my costume wasn't some ridiculously tight licra thing with a mask that made my identity so obvious only an idiot wouldn't be able to tell who it was. Well my costume was leather and tight fitting at that mainly because I didn't want it to get caught on anything and so I didn't have a cape either since that would be counterproductive. My masked covered half of my face and I had a black hat to cover my hair which was a trademark of mine and Judai's. Really the only way to tell Judai and me apart minus looking in our eyes was that I had a gold trimmed mark a Judai a red one.
I closed the door on my outfit and locked it then put a dresser in front of the door. It wasn't really important if no one could tell us apart if I chose to no longer wear my costume…
Jehu's POV
I was on the story that was third from the top, the closer to the top the more important the work being done there was. Though I was working as SIN as an assistant I knew what my level was trying to do, the guy I helped was a brain box named Amon Gecko. He was head of the project and liked to talk out loud to his self too much, kind of ironic since he complained about that in other when he went on his spying rounds. As an assistant I obviously didn't count as a person and heard all about what this level of SIN was doing. They were trying to create a superhero, one who they dubbed suitable for the role. I had also heard that the one above was trying to find a way to kill the heroes we already had.
So, why did I work for these arsehole even though what they were doing was blatantly wrong and cliché comic book evil? Well it was because there was no other way I could support Johan, these evil bastards had provided Johan and I with enough money to keep our home after our mother died, they paid a great deal more that what most companies do for assistance, thus making it easier to support Johan and I also had a inkling that Johan had receive his scholarship trough these guys influence because he was the type of smart that would make him appropriate to work at a place like SIN. To me that had a snowballs chance in hell but with all the branches that SIN had and some that seemed to have no connection with them, Johan would most likely somehow start working for them even without realising it.
I gave Amon his morning coffee as soon as he came in and placed the progress report on his desk as his sat down. At the start of the work day there wasn't much to do except filing paperwork as he completed it, the work didn't start until Amon was ready for the tests to begin and normally that was about ten o'clock. The clock tick slowly as I waited for what was the worst part of my day. Amon always gave me an observation sheet to fill out what he told me to write. I suppose the tests were the reason why SIN's assistances were paid more. Because some of the things we saw were unimaginably terrible.
Today's subject was a young man who looked around eighteen, only a little older than my brother. He was strapped to a hospital bed with strong titanium bindings. A nurse injected what was the new serum directly into his blood and then we waited with a one way glass between us and the subject. Amon kept checking his watch, counting the seconds until something happened…The patient suddenly broke out of his holds with an animalistic growl in his throat. He looked ready to kill, with no traces of humanity left in his fathomless eyes.
He pounded on the glass, cracks actually formed in the screen but like always we didn't more from our spots, we were taught not to for penalty of death. With no warning he just stopped, dropping to the ground and withering in pain. A nurse ran in and injected him with what could possibly save his life but before the nurse opened the door again to get out it was obvious that she was too late and the boy shrieked in pain, claws sprout from his fingers and his teeth grew sharp, piercing through his own jaw. The only thing that he could be considered lucky for was the fact he died before he became an unrecognisable monster, if the boy had family he would have still been able to have a funeral with a filing down of his teeth and having his nails cut.
"What a pity," Amon said, looking like he really didn't give a shit. "Now Jehu, write down that his strength kicked in twenty-seven seconds after the serum was administered."
With my consciously mind I blocked him out while still copying down everything he was saying, I had become well adapt to doing that. That boy in there wasn't even the worst that I had seen. There was once a girl whose power happened to be fire but since her body couldn't handle it she burnt to death, one died like a fish on land, but the worst in my books would have been when this guy literally exploded covering the entire room in blood.
It wasn't really a wonder why I didn't want my brother working here, I didn't want to work here but I had to for him. Plus there were rumours of what they did to people who wanted to quit and I didn't want to join them.
So welcome to SIN, I hope you enjoy your time with us.
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