"Hey there" - speech
'is he talking to me?' - thought
"๐๐ฒ๐น๐น๐ผ!" - shouting
She was ,,beautiful,, - sarcasm
"๐๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐๐๐" - accentuated speech
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Third person pov :
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(๐ฑ๐๐๐ 4 - 2010)
In the clandestine corridors of power, where shadows birthed secrets and ambitions took on enigmatic forms, lay the unparalleled influence of the Cadmus Laboratories. Named after the legendary founder of Thebes in Greek mythology, who used a dragon's fangs as seeds to grow an army.ย
Within the heart of Washington D.C., the epicenter of political machinations, a looming structure stood with an air of mystery that transcended its physical form. The Cadmus Research Laboratory, an architectural marvel tucked away in plain sight, echoed with the whispers of groundbreaking experiments and clandestine operations. Its walls housed the nexus of genetic exploration, where the boundaries between science and morality blurred, and the ethereal dance of ambition unfolded under the watchful gaze of those who navigated the delicate balance between innovation and intrusion. In this labyrinthine facility, each corridor told a story, each lab harbored a secret...
And Mark Desmond was the proud owner of it all...
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'Well, maybe not all...' , Desmond thought as he wondered through the corridors of the facility.ย
A profound satisfaction enveloped him as every being he stumbled uponโbe they genomorphs or brainwashed scientistsโmoved aside in deference, bowing in unison as he moved along his path.
'But can the Light really lay claim to the innovation I am ushering every single day through my research?'ย
Desmond's pride swelled as he reached toward his shoulder, gently petting the small G-Gnome (a name he himself came up with, thank you very much) perched there. Contemplating its supernatural abilities, the creature's presence was clearly a living testament to his achievements in genetic innovation.
'Screw the Light...' the thought echoed in his mind. 'I gave them the Genomorphs, and project Blockbuster is coming along nicely too...but those are merely breadcrumbs compared to the real game changer...'
His smile broadened as he stepped into the facility's high-speed elevator, effortlessly activating its descent with a swipe of his ID card.
Almost instantaneously, he descended to the -42 level of the facility. He exited the elevator and remained unfazed by the fleshy appearance of the walls โ a vivid red with developing genomorph eggs embedded within. How could it perturb him; after all, he was the one who conceived such a distinctive aesthetic.
His strides quickened with purpose as he neared his destination. A massive ballistic door loomed before him, yet he didn't divert his attention, trusting the sophisticated scanner to swiftly recognize his identity. Without a pause, the imposing door parted seamlessly, acknowledging his authority with a muted hum and granting him entry to the inner sanctum.
He didn't care about any of that...his thoughts were occupied by something else entirely...
'My masterpiece... the sum of my life's toil... those endless hours, countless sleepless nights... the sacrifices, all of it... for Project KR.'ย
Before him lay the Weapon, cradled in a pod of formidable reinforced glass. The material, designed to withstand heavy gunfire, could not endure even a few strikes from his Weapon, whenever it was having one of it's imaginary bouts with the Man of Steel... A fact that made him both happy and annoyed as it had to be replaced every day or so...
'Well, who cares...that's Guardian's job, not mine'
Desmond thought as he continued to examine his masterpiece.
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"Sir?"
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He thought he heard a noise but he quickly dismissed it.
'Those bastards will require proof of my success if I want them to increase my founding...G-Sprites are the only reason we aren't spending a fortune on energy, but they themselves aren't exactly cheap to feed...Maybe I should order the Weapon to tussle a bit with a few G-Trolls, to show off it's strength...'
*Cough Cough* "Sir Desmond..."
Now he definitely heard his name being called.
Reluctantly, he pivoted away from the pod, a deep scowl settling on his face. An undercurrent of irritation surfaced as the interruption rattled his good mood.
"What do you want, Slave?" He asked the hulking brute standing in front of him , donning it's ridiculous costume.ย
The man dressed in a blue jumpsuit paired with a gilded helmet, opened his mouth in disbelief before his eyes narrowed a tiny bit.
"Look here buddy, I know that you are my boss and all that but don't you think that..."
Alas, Guardian's words remained unfinished, stifled by a single glance from Desmond. The G-Gnome, perched upon his shoulder, seamlessly took command of his thoughts and made him more...obedient, for lack of a better term.
"Sir" the mind controlled clone began to speak once again, seemingly forgetting his earlier anger.
"10 minutes ago, the G-Gnomes reported three intruders breaching the surface facility after a fire broke out for unknown reasons. Should I take a squad of G-Elves and see what's this all about?"
At this, Desmond's eyes widened with incredulity. He couldn't believe that his laboratory was so defenceless that just anybody could get inside...
'Could it be the League?' he thought fearfully, but a side glance at the Weapon behind him made him forget his worries...after all, what was there to worry about?
"Of course, go and settle this disturbance" he ordered the Clone as he pondered what to do with the intruders after they had been captured.
"I will remain here..." He continued, even though a part of his logical mind told him to go and grab a sample of the Blockbuster serum...as a final contingency plan...
'But what's there to be afraid of?' An insidious voice whispered in his mind. 'You have your weapon, don't you? Think about how much you worked on it...you don't need anything else..."
"I don't need anything else...I don't need anything else...I don't need anything else..." Desmond continued to whisper, like a broken tape recorder, even as the Guardian exited Project KR's chamber to follow his employer's orders.
And so, Mark Desmond, the chief researcher and leader of the Cadmus Laboratories continued to mumble incomprehensibly, his eyes flashing red from time to time as the small genomorph perched upon his shoulder continued to make him more...obedient, ironically enough.
As such, there was no one to hear the words echoing from inside the glass enclosure, but as a favor for a friend, I shall tell you what those 4 words were...
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"๐๐๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐๐๐ ๐ข๐ง"
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