Origin of the Experiments. (Story)
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The Massacre
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John woke up, his head searing with pain. He looked around, noticing everything was destroyed, or very badly damaged. The table he had been on, as he looked over, was now on the other side of the room, and where it had been was easy to tell. The wires had been ripped right out of the ground.
He looked at the scientists. All were dead, except they all looked like Crey Technicians. He could tell by the masks and aprons. Where was the head doctor?
Ballard couldn't think about this, as Countess Crey burst into the room, with guards flanking her.
"Just what the hell do you think you are doing here?!" screamed Crey, motioning to the guards to take John.
John did not want to be taken. He started a punch, which he knew would not do anything. It never did...
Or, that is what normally happened.
Once his arm was extended, a poison-tipped spine fired at the guard, hitting him in the chest.
Ballard looked at his wrists, and saw nothing. He punched again, sending another spine flying at the other guard. Eventually, both were dead.
"...I... I didn't mean to kill them..." muttered John, realizing that had been the first time he had spoken since leaving the Times.
"You are going to pay." replied Crey, pulling an odd pistol from her belt.
John recognized it as a Crey Cryo Pistol. He did NOT want to be hit by that. He ran at a window, and leaped out...
Which wasn't a good idea, seeing as how he was now plummeting toward the earth at an increasing speed.
"...But... Normally, when someone gets powers... They can fly... Right?" Ballard muttered to himself, as he fell...
Then, his brain clicked...
"Fire a spine at this tragectory, aimed at that flagpole. Make sure some sort of line is attached to save myself.." Was all he thought, his brain working at such a fast speed, it was unbelievable.
He did just that. He passed a horizontal flag pole, firing one of his spines. However, he did not expect a sort of organic line to fire also. It became a pseudo-grapple-hook and pulled him into a swing. He dangled on his spine, and waited...
"Uh... Can... Can someone help me up here?!"
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The Awakening...
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John had gone back to the Times already, having been rescued by some guy named "GenericHero200014".
He walked into his office, wondering what he had done to deserve this stuff.
By 'this stuff', he mean't the random drops of poison, and a few spines here and there.
He looked around, spotting an odd looking bookcase that didn't seem to be there before...
In all actuality, it had been there the whole time, but John had been too focused on his job to concentrate on it. He walked forward, looking at the books...
"'Prevention of poisoning and antidotes'... Pfft... 'Dealing with sharp, pointy things'... Huh?... 'Pull this book'... What?"
John shrugged, and pulled the book from it's area. The case pulled him into a revolving door, sending him into a deserted part of the sewers... Leading to some kind of base.
"Ok, now I am officially insane..." muttered the editor, walking into the base. He heard some sort of earth crackle, and felt the need to roll forward, and he did. A large piece of rock barely missed the newly-talented John, and he turned in the direction of the attack.
Some guy in a brown sleeveless shirt, and blue jeans looked pretty angry at John for the intrusion. "What the heck do you think you are doing here?!"
Ballard quickly shrugged, and got up, cleaning himself off. This seemed to anger the apparent hero and he pulled an AC unit from the wall... And it trailed to about three. He spun around and around, and let go, flinging the units at John...
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(( I recently decided that, since I keep mentioning things about Experiment 2.0's past, I may as well give the origins of him and his nemeses out. ))
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Introductions of the characters...
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John Ballard awoke suddenly, pain rushing through his body. He was blinded by a white light, which he could only assume was that of a surgery device.
John tried to look around, but a metal plate over his face kept it in place. He tried to remember what had got him into this situation...
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Not long before, John Ballard, editor of the Paragon City Times, had been walking back from work, when he saw a bunch of Crey's Paragon Protectors fly by...
Well, having been a journalist at one point, John's curiosity got the better of him. He followed, camera in hand, to see what was up. It took a while, but he eventually got to an alley, the PPs talking to a respected hero.
"Look, guys, I don't know why your boss said I had stolen those chemicals, but really, I have no idea what you are-"
He was smashed into a wall by a fist with the strength of 5 men. The PP that had knocked the hero out, nodded to the other, but spotted John's camera in a flash of light.
John knew he had been noticed, and ran at an amazing speed away. Not fast enough, though, as the Paragon Protector could fly much faster than John could sprint. An immense pain in the back of his head, and then darkness.
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That is when John awoke in the odd device he was strapped to, which now let out an odd, mechanical sound as it started up. Ballard felt an odd heat move through his arm, and then pain hit his nerves like a 2X4. He screamed as loud as his lungs would allow, before something started happening to him...
His mutation, the Dark Armour that he never used, manifested itself. But, part of it seperated, take half of the dosage that he was hit with with it. The armour fragment seemed to manifest, glowing red eyes appearing, before entering John's body again, giving him enough strength to stay concious.
"Doctor, his life signs are going haywire. He looks like he is changing!" called a Crey Technician to the head doctor, Dr. Kartask.
"I know... That is the point. However, the subject is not manifesting the needed effects... Why is the dosage not working?" called the doctor back.
John had to think about this... Was he crazy? Or was he the only person in the room able to see shadow-people?
Then, another shot of pain made him forget his musings, and he slumped on the device, unconscious again...