Heroic Sociopath
Gone forever.
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Through the burned building, footsteps could be heard. A squad of police officers traipsed through it, navigating to the top floor.
"This is the place." One of them said in hushed tones, looking at the blueprint in his hands, reading by the light of the flashlight in his hands. THe leader made a series of hand motions, and they entered the room. Inside, there were a series of large test tubes, each one with a humanoid figure suspended in a red liquid. A tall, thin officer with a pair of glasses searched the room, and found a red lever. He turned to one of the other officers, who nodded. With some difficulty, he pulled it.
The room was flooded with a loud siren, red lights flashing. The containers drained of fluid, then opened, releasing the beings inside.
"Don't move." At the head of the formation, a tall, middle-aged man stood. He had a hardened, stern face, like it was made of chiseled stone instead of human flesh.
"I'm Officer Morgan. Head of the Cinnabar Island Police Department. We don't want to hurt you. I promise if you come with us, you won't be hurt. We just have some questions. We want to help you." He said. Even if he did say this, the officers behind him didn't lower their weapons.
Vincent took a deep breath, as he fell the ground, coughing up the red fluid filling the tank. The last thing he remembered was coming home from school. Now he was in some sort of jumpsuit, staring at the tiled floor. He glanced to the side, and noticed some other people about his age. He stood, feeling that his shaggy black hair wasn't damp, despite being in a giant test tube.
"Where am I?" He asked, not sure if he was asking himself, the others, or the police.
Through the burned building, footsteps could be heard. A squad of police officers traipsed through it, navigating to the top floor.
"This is the place." One of them said in hushed tones, looking at the blueprint in his hands, reading by the light of the flashlight in his hands. THe leader made a series of hand motions, and they entered the room. Inside, there were a series of large test tubes, each one with a humanoid figure suspended in a red liquid. A tall, thin officer with a pair of glasses searched the room, and found a red lever. He turned to one of the other officers, who nodded. With some difficulty, he pulled it.
The room was flooded with a loud siren, red lights flashing. The containers drained of fluid, then opened, releasing the beings inside.
"Don't move." At the head of the formation, a tall, middle-aged man stood. He had a hardened, stern face, like it was made of chiseled stone instead of human flesh.
"I'm Officer Morgan. Head of the Cinnabar Island Police Department. We don't want to hurt you. I promise if you come with us, you won't be hurt. We just have some questions. We want to help you." He said. Even if he did say this, the officers behind him didn't lower their weapons.
Vincent took a deep breath, as he fell the ground, coughing up the red fluid filling the tank. The last thing he remembered was coming home from school. Now he was in some sort of jumpsuit, staring at the tiled floor. He glanced to the side, and noticed some other people about his age. He stood, feeling that his shaggy black hair wasn't damp, despite being in a giant test tube.
"Where am I?" He asked, not sure if he was asking himself, the others, or the police.