Somewhere.
Between Nevada and Chicago. A dark alley.
A man, his hands stained with his own blood, his eyes’ glowing the same color.
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Doctor Knell gets to his feet and gets a file out of a cabinet. “The date was May 12, 1997. That was when the process was finished, and in many ways you can say you were born. For months afterward, you were kept suspended and aged rapidly.”
“You than planted the false memories. Ritchie Stevens, no such soul. All my memories were fake! School! The academy… They were all fake right?!?”
“Yes, they were. It was essential that you had no memory of the clonation. We didn’t want you going all CRAZY or anything. That’s just what we needed, the perfect AGENT going crazy.”
The man’s fist hits the wall, busting the bricks apart, shedding more blood from his raw knuckles.
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Doctor Knell smiles and points his hand upward. Agent Turner looks around, vials and papers are flying all around. Red energy is crackling around his head, coming from his eyes. “I… I… You mixed a sample of the Metagene in my body… You fucking piece of shit! I SHOULD KILL YOU! I’ll ask one more time, who am I?”
“Your “father,” is the MCCA Head of Operations, Richard Stephen Turner…”
“No… No… Metagene… Clone… Not real, not fucking real!”
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Agent Turner stands, speechless as energy leaks from his body in incredible amounts. “I see that you have already destroyed our New York and DC headquarters. Costing us multi-millions of dollars. But that money is nothing, nothing compared to the fact that you have reached a status higher than anything we could have even hoped for. You are brilliant.”
”I am a monster.”
“You are the future.”
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Richard Turner gets to his feet and walks over to his son.
“Over the last decade, we have been modifying the metagene. Crafting it into our vision. Releasing it in athletics and soldiers. Tests have been going on for years. The news and history books might say that this is natural, evolution even. But in reality, every strand of human DNA holds the metagene, it is just dormant. We found out how to turn the ‘on switch.’ The problem is that it cost a lot of time and money to do so. But what is costly for us can be done in an instant for you, you have that ability, and you shall lead our army. I am the only person I can trust with this, you are me. Always and forever, our blood is one.”
”No.”
“What?”
Before Richard Turner can react, a blast of red energy shoots pass him ripping apart General Creed. Agent Turner flies directly up, the building collapsing as he passes each level. His father lets out a last scream as the government building is reduced to rubble.
“I’M NOT FUCKING REAL!”
Turner screams from the top of his lungs releasing energy all around him, bringing a 10-story building down to rubble. Dust and ash fills the air around him as he almost passes out on the cold steel and concrete scattered around his body.
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Turner jump down, hanging to the rope.
It’s a matter of one second. With a hand, he takes Cicciotto around his wrist, and soon they are over the next roof. A puff of gas from a bottle, and Edulcore Cicciotto, the Eurostar, is put in sleep.
Turner takes his recorder.
“Mission accomplished”
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“…do you think it will take to discover that him it’s not Cicciotto?”
“I don’t know. At this time they should’ve crossed the Atlantic: I’m surprised Turner has not discovered it was Agent 57 disguised as Eurostar. It was such a clever man time ago. I bet he has some sort of problems in his private life.”
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BANG
The bullet rips through the doctor’s skull and splatters blood all over the steel walls of the hallway. The three other doctors turn, but it is too late, they receive the same fate. One bullet to the head. Ciccotto gets to his feet and morphs into Agent 57. He moves down the hallway, setting up explosives. Finally he uses a small laser on his belt to create a quick exit. Waiting for him on the other side is an army of guards. Without any words, they all fire, bullets from all sides rip into his body. Pain. Blood. Just before his last breath he presses a small red button on his control belt.
“…for mandelovia…”
The lab blows up in a firey blaze, taking out all of the guards and a good portion of the huge MCCA compound.
“Cicciotto… Metagene freak… Malvan-X… The freak works with MX… Death… He deserves only death… All the freaks do…”
Turner gets to his feet, fire blazing from his eyes.
