Mikey's dark secret isolated him from others. His urges pushed him to form a martial group with the secret agenda of using it to help him gather blood. But his followers weren't as keen on his twisted desires. Though they were skilled in combat, they viewed blood as sacred and feared the implications of Mikey's obsession. His frustration grew as his craving for blood went unsatisfied, no matter how much violence he inflicted.
Now, with Dr. Bin's work, Mikey believed he had found the key to satisfying his desires—a way to indulge his bloodlust while serving a greater, darker purpose. It was a perilous path, but for Mikey, it was the answer he had been waiting for.
When Moore fell victim to Mikey's insatiable thirst, Mikey's long-held desires were fulfilled in a way he had only fantasized about before. Every drop of blood that Mikey craved was devoured with an almost animalistic urgency. He used even the stained handkerchief to ensure not a single trace was left behind. Yet, despite his efforts, it was never enough. The thirst that had gnawed at him for so long only grew sharper and more unrelenting, a force that threatened to consume his very sanity.
The following day, desperate for answers and unwilling to let his craving control him, Mikey made his way back to Dr. Bin & Lab, the same lab that had hosted the scientific exhibition. It was not the secluded underground facility in the forest, but the main research center. As Mikey entered the building, he was greeted by the bustle of activity. Scientists and researchers, some young, some older, moved quickly in and out of the lab, all with purpose. The building itself was alive with the hum of knowledge, its air thick with ambition and the pursuit of discovery.
Near the entrance stood Cozy, a young woman who was responsible for welcoming visitors. She wore a calm and composed smile, but it faltered slightly when she noticed Mikey's restless movements. Just then, another man entered the lobby, carrying a briefcase: MacLeod. Cozy greeted him warmly.
"Mr. MacLeod, good to see you again," she said.
MacLeod, a middle-aged man with an air of self-assurance, exchanged a few pleasantries with her before taking a seat beside Mikey. When he chuckled softly, Mikey instinctively lowered his head, feeling a deep unease. The man seemed too perceptive, as if he could see through Mikey's dark secret. Mikey's instinct was to avoid eye contact at all costs.
Cozy moved off to assist a colleague, balancing a tray of test tubes which he carried carelessly. As Mikey shifted uncomfortably in his seat, Dr. Bin's sharp voice rang out down the hallway.
"Who's waiting for me?"
Cozy turned and pointed toward Mikey. Dr. Bin's eyes narrowed as he studied Mikey from his distance as if he was suspicious. The tension between them was palpable, but Mikey stood up quickly, extending his hand in an awkward attempt at greeting. Dr. Bin, however, didn't acknowledge the gesture, his arms crossed and his gaze unwavering.
A silence filled the space, thick with discomfort, until MacLeod rose from his seat.
"I'm MacLeod," he said with a slight chuckle. "I've been sent by The Skull."
Bin's expression shifted immediately, his eyes narrowing with interest. Without hesitation, he took MacLeod's hand in a firm grip and gave a sharp nod.
"Come with me," Dr. Bin instructed, completely ignoring Mikey as he turned and walked down the corridor with MacLeod in tow.
Mikey stood frozen in place, feeling abandoned and unworthy. He had blown his chance to make an impression on Dr. Bin, but he wasn't ready to give up so easily.
Determined to learn more about Dr. Bin's work—and, more importantly, to find a way to sate his unrelenting thirst—Mikey slipped away from the main lobby. He wandered to the back of the building, where the noise from the busy labs was muffled and distant. There, hidden from view, he made a horrifying discovery: the lifeless body of MacLeod, discarded like refuse, blood still oozing from a gash in his neck.
Mikey froze. The sight of the blood—still so fresh—was like a magnet, pulling him toward it. His craving flared up again, stronger than ever. His mind screamed for him to look away, but he couldn't. The thirst was too powerful. Without thinking, Mikey crouched down, greedily sucking the blood from the corpse, feeling the familiar rush of satisfaction coursing through him. It was as if the thirst, the gnawing hunger inside of him, had been temporarily silenced.
Unbeknownst to Mikey, surveillance cameras had caught his every move. Chief Security Officer (CSO) Simon, who had been monitoring the building's cameras, was horrified by the footage. He immediately alerted Dr. Bin about the gruesome sight.
Dr. Bin, engrossed in his work cataloging fresh blood samples, was jolted from his focus by an urgent knock on his office door. Simon didn't wait for a response but began pounding on the door.
"What is it, Simon?" Dr. Bin snapped, his patience thin.
"You need to see this, Doctor," Simon said gravely. "Come to your office."
Inside the office, Simon played the footage on Dr. Bin's large computer screen. Mikey's bizarre and disturbing behavior filled the monitor, and Bin's eyes widened with disbelief.
"What the hell does this lunatic think he's doing?" Dr. Bin muttered under his breath, his interest piqued despite the shock.
Simon, still shaken, suggested immediate action. "Doctor, we need to handle this now. He's seen too much, and he's dangerous."
Dr. Bin stood straighter, his mind already calculating his next move. His calm demeanor masked his internal calculations. "Gather the men. Arm yourselves. I want him neutralized—quietly."
Within minutes, Simon and a team of armed security personnel were dispatched to the rear of the building, where Mikey was last seen. Dr. Bin, ever the strategist, followed them closely behind.
When Mikey saw the security team approaching, he didn't flinch or panic. Instead, he walked toward them with an unnerving calmness that unsettled even the most seasoned guards. His eyes gleamed with an unnatural intensity, his entire presence emanating something dangerous and unpredictable.
"Stop right there!" Simon commanded, raising his weapon in Mikey's direction.
"You can't shoot me," Mikey said, his voice low and confident. "I'm important to Dr. Bin. You should know that."
Dr. Bin, standing at the back of the group, raised an eyebrow at Mikey's boldness. Mikey had taken them all by surprise.
"I was at your exhibition," Mikey continued, his voice growing louder, more insistent. "I'm the one you ignored. But I understand your work, Dr. Bin. I can help you. I can help you get all the blood you need. Everything you've been looking for."
Simon glanced at Dr. Bin, silently waiting for orders. The doctor was intrigued but hesitant. Mikey, however, didn't wait for a response. Without warning, he dropped to the ground and bowed deeply, his forehead nearly touching the cold floor.
Then, in the blink of an eye, Mikey sprang into action. His speed was unnatural. He moved faster than the human eye could track, delivering devastating blows to Simon and the guards, sending them sprawling to the ground in seconds. The force of his strikes was unlike anything they had encountered. Bin, though surprised, was oddly captivated by Mikey's display of power.
"You see, Doctor?" Mikey said, his voice guttural and wild, his eyes now glowing a deep red. "I'm not ordinary. I can be your answer. I can give you all the blood you've ever dreamed of. Just help me understand who I am."
Dr. Bin's mind raced. Mikey was dangerous, a ticking time bomb waiting to explode, but there was an opportunity here—a weapon he could control. For the first time, he spoke without hesitation, his voice cold and calculated.
"Follow me," he ordered, turning on his heel and leading Mikey back into the building.
Once inside his private office, Dr. Bin locked the door behind them and switched off the security cameras. Simon and his team would no longer be able to monitor them.
"You say you can bring me blood," Dr. Bin began cautiously, his eyes studying Mikey carefully. "How?"
Mikey leaned forward, his expression feverish, almost manic. "I'm blood-thirsty, Doctor. I need blood to survive. I have a group of followers—boys who obey my every command. If you help me understand what I am, I'll give you blood. As much as you want. I'll give you everything."
Dr. Bin's mind began to turn, calculating how best to use Mikey for his own purposes. Mikey was a tool, a weapon—one that could help propel his research forward. For the first time in years, Dr. Bin felt a flicker of excitement.
"Fine," Dr. Bin said slowly, his eyes cold but calculating. "But you'll need to prove your loyalty. Bring me a human subject—someone whose blood I can use. Do this, and I'll help you."
Mikey's smile spread unnaturally wide. "That's easy, Doctor. I've already found my first offering."