life.” Anthony said poignantly.
“No, you are definitely not human.” Daviathan said it with such certainty that it angered Anthony.
“I am! You don’t know me.”
“That is true I don’t know you Anthony. But I do know humans can’t use amorphos. Only the elementals harbor such power.”
Suddenly there was a loud bang and Anthony’s door swung open. Hanson lumbered in the doorway grinning.
“It’s about that time wonder kid. Good luck!” Hanson snickered.
Anthony scampered into the corner and tucked into a ball.
“Please…please no more.” He begged.
Hanson laughed and unhooked one end of the chain from the floor. He gripped it tightly in his massive hands and started to pull. Anthony clawed at the ground, but to no avail.
This was the first time Anthony had ever been taken out of his cell without first being sedated. As Hanson dragged him across the floor, he looked around in awe.
They were heading down a narrow hallway that seemed to stretch forever. Stone walls that were only a foot thick ran the length of the hallway in columns. Every thirty or so feet was a red door embedded in the wall, but nothing behind it.
Anthony looked back at the room he’d just come out of. The thin stone wall rose up to the ceiling, but was free standing. There were no other walls, no cell, and no room. There was no way he’d just walked out of there.
Hanson tugged harder and Anthony slid down the cold metal floor. He wasn’t even resisting anymore, he didn’t have the strength.
They stopped in front of another red door and Hanson fumbled with the lock. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a ring of keys. After trying several he huffed and pounded his fist against the door. Grunting his raised his massive foot and kicked the door open.
He yanked Anthony into the cold bright room. Dropping the chain he grabbed him around the wrist. Like a rag doll he tossed Anthony onto a table and began to strap him down. Anthony didn’t even fight back.
The door opened again and Dr. Vorcick entered followed by a smaller, red headed woman carrying a clipboard. She walked with her nose in the air and seemed to be rather annoyed that her presence was necessary.
“Vorcick if we could get this going; I do have other appointments.” She sighed
“Why Certainly Cynthia, your time is greatly appreciated. Hanson, stand guard.” Vorcick demanded.
Grinning, Dr. Vorcick walked to the counter and pulled out a silver cylinder. He sat it down and twisted the cap. A thick mist slowly bellowed from the metallic thermos as he removed the top.
The door swung back open and a tall man with glasses walked in. He sneered at Vorcick and then extended his spider leg like fingers and shook Cynthia’s hand.
“Dr. Shields, nice of you to join us. I hear your work has had metered success.” He said without expression.
Cynthia smiled. “It means volumes that any work I’ve done has traveled to within earshot of you Dr. Norton. The pleasure is certainly all mine.”
Vorcick rolled his eyes. “Masks.” He mumbled as he shoved two in their direction.
Dr. Vorcick took the cylinder and poured the contents into a silver case at the end of the table. The thick, yellowish sludge oozed out filling the case to the top.
“Are we certain we have the levels right this time?” Dr. Norton asked.
“Yes, yes we are doctor. Compound AB5 will succeed where the others have failed.”
“For your sake I hope you are right.”
Dr. Vorcick slowly unrolled twelve plastic tubes with needles attached to the end. He grabbed Anthony’s wrist and grinned.
“Steady now boy. You don’t want me making any mistakes.”
He plunged a needle into Anthony’s arm. Anthony cringed, but the straps kept him from moving. Vorcick continued, needle after needle until they were all embedded in Anthony like a pin cushion.
Looking back at the other doctors he nodded and rubbed
“No, you are definitely not human.” Daviathan said it with such certainty that it angered Anthony.
“I am! You don’t know me.”
“That is true I don’t know you Anthony. But I do know humans can’t use amorphos. Only the elementals harbor such power.”
Suddenly there was a loud bang and Anthony’s door swung open. Hanson lumbered in the doorway grinning.
“It’s about that time wonder kid. Good luck!” Hanson snickered.
Anthony scampered into the corner and tucked into a ball.
“Please…please no more.” He begged.
Hanson laughed and unhooked one end of the chain from the floor. He gripped it tightly in his massive hands and started to pull. Anthony clawed at the ground, but to no avail.
This was the first time Anthony had ever been taken out of his cell without first being sedated. As Hanson dragged him across the floor, he looked around in awe.
They were heading down a narrow hallway that seemed to stretch forever. Stone walls that were only a foot thick ran the length of the hallway in columns. Every thirty or so feet was a red door embedded in the wall, but nothing behind it.
Anthony looked back at the room he’d just come out of. The thin stone wall rose up to the ceiling, but was free standing. There were no other walls, no cell, and no room. There was no way he’d just walked out of there.
Hanson tugged harder and Anthony slid down the cold metal floor. He wasn’t even resisting anymore, he didn’t have the strength.
They stopped in front of another red door and Hanson fumbled with the lock. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a ring of keys. After trying several he huffed and pounded his fist against the door. Grunting his raised his massive foot and kicked the door open.
He yanked Anthony into the cold bright room. Dropping the chain he grabbed him around the wrist. Like a rag doll he tossed Anthony onto a table and began to strap him down. Anthony didn’t even fight back.
The door opened again and Dr. Vorcick entered followed by a smaller, red headed woman carrying a clipboard. She walked with her nose in the air and seemed to be rather annoyed that her presence was necessary.
“Vorcick if we could get this going; I do have other appointments.” She sighed
“Why Certainly Cynthia, your time is greatly appreciated. Hanson, stand guard.” Vorcick demanded.
Grinning, Dr. Vorcick walked to the counter and pulled out a silver cylinder. He sat it down and twisted the cap. A thick mist slowly bellowed from the metallic thermos as he removed the top.
The door swung back open and a tall man with glasses walked in. He sneered at Vorcick and then extended his spider leg like fingers and shook Cynthia’s hand.
“Dr. Shields, nice of you to join us. I hear your work has had metered success.” He said without expression.
Cynthia smiled. “It means volumes that any work I’ve done has traveled to within earshot of you Dr. Norton. The pleasure is certainly all mine.”
Vorcick rolled his eyes. “Masks.” He mumbled as he shoved two in their direction.
Dr. Vorcick took the cylinder and poured the contents into a silver case at the end of the table. The thick, yellowish sludge oozed out filling the case to the top.
“Are we certain we have the levels right this time?” Dr. Norton asked.
“Yes, yes we are doctor. Compound AB5 will succeed where the others have failed.”
“For your sake I hope you are right.”
Dr. Vorcick slowly unrolled twelve plastic tubes with needles attached to the end. He grabbed Anthony’s wrist and grinned.
“Steady now boy. You don’t want me making any mistakes.”
He plunged a needle into Anthony’s arm. Anthony cringed, but the straps kept him from moving. Vorcick continued, needle after needle until they were all embedded in Anthony like a pin cushion.
Looking back at the other doctors he nodded and rubbed
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