Fan Fiction ❯ The Tales of Lady Midnight and Jason Dark ❯ Chapter 7

"Look at yourself, you are the perfect human specimen." The doctor held up the first mirror I had seen in ages. Even I had to admit that I was a far cry from the scrawny fifteen-year old that last stared back at me. I had bronzed supple skin. I was around six two with sandy brown hair and these oddly colored green eyes. I was muscular, but not so brawny as too be huge. Looking at what I had become made me sad, it was almost amazing how much I looked like Jason. I stood there; head drooping like a stray dog that has lost its warm and comfortable home. There was a huge void in my soul. An ever-expanding black hole that sucked in every emotion, even hope. The doctor told me to stay, and of course I did. I had no idea how I could escape. I tried so many times in that first year that I no longer cared to even think about it. I had no clue at that time that this would be the key to my salvation.

The doctor came back and gave me one of his now routine injections. This one was different in that there was no pain. In fact, all of my senses with the exception of hearing just shut down. I heard all sorts of mechanical whirrs and beeps. I was no longer even worried about the laser I was ready for it. At least I would soon join my brother, or so I thought. After what seemed like hours, the doctor spoke.

"I have found the flaw to my old methods. The biological armor is stored within your bones and other places under your skin that you may call upon it as needed. Before I would put it directly into the brain, but that was too messy." I had some idea of what he was talking about. For some reason he thought that I would be interested in what his research was all about. Something to do with a

master race or something, who knows? Who cares? I lost myself in the darkness that enveloped my very existence. When it finally began to lift, I let what was left of my free will go with it.

I could see, but did not move. What was the point?

"I see that you are awake, in your case, I do not believe that the behavior modification is necessary; no past memories to trouble you. The only emotion you have even expressed or shown has been rage. I need that for my plan to work." As far as he knew that was true, he had no idea that I had seen the terrible death of my brother, but I was not about to tell him otherwise. I decided that I was never going to think or feel ever again.

That decision was not an easily kept one. I was constantly nagged by my last bit of true human emotion that clung to that dark and lifeless corner in my brain. The doctor continued to attempt duplication of the success he had achieved with me. All of these attempts failed. The doctor continued talking to me as if I was listening. One day I actually decided to pay attention. That particular time he was talking to me over the screams of a young man that couldn’t have been much older than I. The crazy doctor was not a doctor at all in fact he was an alchemist. You know, ancient scientists bent on finding the secret to immortality by changing ordinary metals into gold. His plan went a little further, he planned on using his research to create a master race. The government originally funded his program. Thought it would turn out ultimate soldiers, but all it turned out was dead volunteers. I began to collect and copy some of the doctor’s research. Maybe find a way to be my old self again. All this I did at night for the precious few hours that he slept. I finally beginning to feel hope again. Hope that I would not spend my life as the doctor’s robot. Maybe even find the loved ones of the people who died at his hand and tell them the truth. The doctor kept his research quite well documented. I had no true idea of when he started these heinous acts, but it had been for a long time. When I came down to the record he had on me I noticed an entry he had made about Jason.

"It is strange how vastly dissimilar the DNA of these two brothers are. He may not know it, but I do not think that they are truly brothers. The older one had a birth certificate and all other required identifications, but strangely there is no documentation of the younger one’s existence. Physically they could pass as brothers, but some thing does not quite fit. Maybe it is the key to him surviving my procedure. In light of this I am working on an indicator that will pick up traces of this DNA, when present, from a great distance."

This was crazy; how could I not exist if I was standing right here? I knew then I would have to stop this madman as soon as possible and get my self out of and away from the rest of the world. The night I planned to initiate the big escape the doctor threw a kink into the whole thing. I was tired of the suffering, both mine and the poor souls he got his hands on. It really changed when he called me into the lab.