by GoozX
In a dark alley, somewhere between Nevada and Chicago, was a man, his hands stained with his own blood, his eyes glowing the same color.
Dr. Knell got to his feet and took a file out of a cabinet. "The date was May 12, 1997. That was when the process was finished, and when, in a way, you can say you were born. For months afterward, you were kept suspended and aged rapidly."
"You then planted the false memories. Ritchie Stevens, no such soul. All my memories were fake! School! The academy... they were all fake, right?!"
"Yes, they were, for the most part. It was essential that you had no memory of the clonation. We didn't want you going all crazy or anything. That's just what we didn't need -- the perfect agent going crazy."
The man's fist hit the wall, busting the bricks apart, shedding more blood from his raw knuckles.
Dr. Knell smiled and pointed his hand upward. Agent Turner looked around to see vials and papers flying all around. Red energy was crackling around his head, coming from his eyes.
"I-I... you mixed a sample of the metagene in my body. You fucking piece of shit! I SHOULD KILL YOU! I'll ask one more time -- who am I?"
"Your 'father' is the MCCA head of operations, Richard Stephen Turner."
"No... no... metagene... clone... not real, not fucking real!"
Agent Turner stood, speechless as energy leaked from his body in incredible amounts.
"I see that you have already destroyed our New York and DC headquarters, costing us multimillions of dollars. But that money is nothing, nothing compared to the fact that you have reached a status higher than anything we could have even hoped for. You are brilliant."
"I am a monster."
"You are the future."
"You had no right to play god. You had no right to create me."
"Those who hold power make the rules. I hold the power."
"Why was I created? WHY?"
"You were created to lead an army. My army."
Richard Turner stood and walked over to his son.
"Over the last decade, we have been modifying the metagene, crafting it into our vision, releasing it in athletics and soldiers. Tests have been going on for years. The news and history books might say that this is natural, evolution even. But in reality, every strand of human DNA holds the metagene in a dormant state. We found out how to turn the on-switch. The problem is that it costs a lot of time and money to do so. But what is costly for us can be done in an instant for you. You have that ability, and you shall lead our army. I am the only person I can trust with this, and you are me. Always and forever, our blood is one."
"No."
"What?"
Before Richard Turner could react, a blast of red energy shot past him, ripping apart General Creed. Agent Turner flew directly up, the building collapsing as he passed each level. His father let out a last scream as the government building was reduced to rubble.
"I'M NOT FUCKING REAL!" Turner screamed from the top of his lungs, releasing energy all around him, bringing a ten-story building down to rubble. Dust and ash filled the air around him as he almost passed out on the cold steel and concrete scattered around his body.
Turner jumped down, hanging onto the rope. It all took place within one second.
With one hand, he took Cicciotto by his wrist, and soon they were over the next roof. A puff of gas from a bottle, and Edulcore Cicciotto, the Eurostar, was put to sleep.
Turner took out his recorder. "Mission accomplished."
"...do you think it will take for him to discover that it's not Cicciotto?"
"I don't know. By this time they should've crossed the Atlantic. I'm surprised Turner has not discovered it was Agent F7 disguised as Eurostar. He was such a clever young man some time ago. I'll bet he has some sort of problems in his private life."
BANG!
The bullet ripped through the doctor's skull, splattering blood all over the steel walls of the hallway. The three other doctors turned, but it was too late. They received the same fate: one bullet to the head. Ciccotto got to his feet and morphed into Agent F7. He moved down the hallway, setting up explosives. Finally, he used a small laser on his belt to create a quick exit. Waiting for him on the other side was an army of guards. Without any words, they all fired, bullets from all sides ripping into his body. Pain. Blood. Just before his last breath he pressed a small red button on his control belt.
"For Mandelovia..."
The lab exploded in a fiery blaze, killing or severely injuring all of the guards and destroying a good portion of the huge MCCA compound.
"Cicciotto... metagene freak... Malvan-X... The freak works with M-X... Death... he deserves only death... all the freaks do..."
Turner got to his feet, fire blazing from his eyes.