Fan Fiction ❯ The Tales of Lady Midnight and Jason Dark ❯ Chapter 6

One morning, as I was walking down from my room, the Doc was sitting at the table, almost as if he were waiting for me.

"Boy, could you come here." He motioned for me to come sit. "It has been five years has it not?" He was referring to Jason’s death.

"Yes sir, five years ago today."

"Well, you seem to be a strapping lad, and I would bet that you are smart as well. I think you are old enough to know what happened to your brother. Follow me."

"Sir, I thought you were going to tell me about my brother." This was the first time I had seen him since Jason’s death, and the hatred that I had towards him had been bubbling up since I had laid my eyes on him. He grabbed me by the arm and pulled out a syringe. The yellow murky liquid evacuated itself into my bloodstream. He released his grip. The pain was so agonizing that I collapsed to the floor in tortuous fits until I passed out. The Doc laughing maniacally stated,

"Boy, you are my assistant now."

I awoke in what looked like an Olympic stadium. A large throbbing knob had come up on my arm. Oh my God!! The contacts, I had not yet put them in. If he used that laser on me now, I would be doomed to die just like Jason. My head began to spin; the pain from the knot began to increase. I began to rub it instinctively. As my vision began to clear, there stood the doctor, I tried to stand, but then crumpled like a pile of dirty laundry.

"Do not worry." Said the doctor, as he gave me another injection. "Just a

minor side effect." He choked on his own evil laugh.

"What did you do to me?" I groaned between the torrents of agonizing pain.

"Nothing truly harmful, just reduced your need for food and other worthless functions the human body requires."

"What?"

"Oh, do not worry your simple little head about it. Anyhow, you would not

be able to get the proper training without it."

"Training?" I coughed. My eyes began to feel as though they were going to pop out of my skull.

"Yes, Yes. You see, at your age your body is too young for any of my experiments, but on the other hand, all of the others were just too weak. If I start now, you shall be my greatest achievement." The pain then began to grow to a point where I just did not feel it any more. Then, the fire began, the fire in my brain fueled by my torment and hatred for the doctor. That was the first time that I lost it.

A sudden rush of animalistic instincts flooded my very state of being. Was it the pain? Or maybe the fact that he referred to Jason as being weak? I may never know. At that time I looked like my awkward teenage self, but on the inside I was all animal. I turned towards the doctor in a fit of rage and pounced.

I never saw the cattle prod. As I lay on the ground twitching like a rabid jackrabbit, the doctor towered over me.

"Well, maybe your mind is not as weak as the others, but you still lack the physical stamina needed for my experiments."

For five endless years I was put through the doctor’s heinous training program. I was physically strong, but my mental control and willpower was crumbling faster than the walls of Jericho. I just never learned to control the anger. Whenever I would fall off the deep end the doctor would just shrug it off as some unforeseen side effect. Then, one day, things went a little differently.