"Subject. Hmm, that's weird." He looked at me with curiosity.
Suddenly, he heard the door open.
"What are you doing here?" Malcolm asked. Mr. Beal hid the file before he could notice. "I just wanted to see him. Has he gotten any better?" He asked.
"He's the same." Malcolm glanced over at me(Kai).
"You can't be in here." He said.
"Why? Tell me why I'm not supposed to be in here, Doctor." Mr. Beal spoke with a firm voice.
"I have things to do. I do not have time to deal with you." Malcolm walked closer.
"Why do you call him your subject?"
Malcolm froze at his words. He stood in suspicion.
He pushed his glasses up and rubbed the scar on his neck.
"What are you talking about?" He gave Mr. Beal a dark look.
"Don't play dumb with me! There's always been something wrong with you. Everything has been traced back to you!" He paused.
"Were you the one who kidnapped him? Did you torture him until he couldn't even wake up?!" Mr. Beal questioned him.
"I would NEVER do that to him! Now you come to my hospital and accuse me of almost draining the life out of my patient?! You have no right! Now, get out!" Malcolm explained.
"Even if you didn't do that to him, I know there is still something off with you and I'm gonna figure it out!" Mr. Beal yelled as he stormed off.
He left the room as Malcolm was still filled with anger. His fist clenched as his heart raced out of his chest.
"That bastard wants to stand in my way, he'll get what's coming for him!" He thought to himself.
His veins were bulging out of his head as he walked towards me. He pulled out the green chemical-filled needle and injected it into my neck.
He locked the door and pulled out a few things from his pockets. He grabbed a few things from the drawers and grabbed a few pills.
He arranged what he needed and stuffed it in his pockets.
He quickly left the hospital.
He went to the place he had taken me to. The place with lab equipment and the soft couch.
He found the tools that he needed to use to make his concoction.
He had a burner to melt the pills. He used a purple chemical to add to the mixture.
"After drinking this, Mr. Beal, you won't live to take another breath." He chuckled.
He stirred in the last ingredients and put it into a small bottle. He smiled as he carefully placed it into his bag.
He had such an evil and creepy smile. He pushed his glasses up with his index finger as he made his bag comfortable to wear.
He opened a door that led to another room.
He thought about how he would get Mr. Beal to drink the poison.
He shrugged it off as he walked in.
The same man that had shot Quinn was tied to the wall with blood running down his stomach.
"Wake up sleepy head." He said in a playful voice as he sat down his stuff.
"Come on, wake up." He repeated. He slapped the man in the face with a strong amount of force.
He woke up breathing rapidly. The rage flooded in his eyes.
"Oh, don't give me that look. Be glad you're not dead yet." Malcolm grinned.
"I'd rather die then listen to your girly voice!" The man shouted.
Malcolm took a pocket knife and stabbed it into the man's arm.
"Don't be sexist. That's rude." Malcolm raised an eyebrow. "So, unfortunately for you, I found some of your information. Your name is Mason Fox. What a terrible name. You're parents must've hated you. Oh, wait... they did. Child abuse is so cruel isn't it? You would know." Malcolm laughed.
He pulled the knife out slowly so that he could feel the sharp pain. "Ahhh!!" He screamed.
"Let's get down to business, shall we?" Malcolm said as he set the knife down.