text: You stand by the door, waiting patiently.
  
  "Doctor Griffith?" a voice says behind you.
  
  You turn, and see a young student with a shaved head and multiple piercings staring at you.
  
  "What the fuck?" he asks, staring at you.
  
  > make up a story and jump him when he least expects it
  "My face was badly burned," you lie, in a weak attempt to disguise your voice. "In a fight with a fire-Super."
  
  "Is it bad?" Elisio asks.
  
  "Yeah. Do you want to see?"
  
  "Sure, I guess," Elisio says nervously.
  
  He steps forward, and you grab him by the throat, flinging him onto the floor. He slams into it, groaning. You quickly stomp on his leg repeatedly. He yells in pain as you feel bone breaking. You feel a flood of sympathy, but it's too late for that. You turn, jogging out, and heading to the bathroom Doctor Griffith told you about. You yank your ski mask off and toss it into the bin, before splashing water on your face. Fuck, that happened so quickly. You didn't even pause, you just broke his leg and ran. You can't think about it. You hear the bell ringing, signifying the start of your next class. You struggle to remember what class you have now, before remembering anticipating having to do climbing exercises. That'll be easy, thanks to your newfound powers. That'll probably be your new life for the time being. Absolutely killing all the physical classes thanks to your new powers, and still doing well in the mental classes, because you weren't half bad to begin with. Still, this time will be peppered with incidents of the Doctor's dirty work, whatever it may be. It's a life, at least.
  
  > Several Months Later...
  The next few days are similar. The Doctor's upgrades allow you to compete with the Supers, and you ace all the physical classes. The mental classes are more of a struggle, but you pass them none the less. The only bad part is the Doctor's "chores". Whether it be retrieving DNA samples from toothbrushes, drugging other students, beating up one or two, stealing from both staff and students alike. Still, you do it.
  
  These days quickly turn to weeks, which turn once again to months. Slowly, the year mark creeps up on you, and with that, graduation.
  
  You find that the constant augmentations at the hands of the Doctor change you in more than one way. Your hormone changes lead to mood swings, and find that you want to distance yourself from others, including your room mates. The amount of people you know quickly falls down to one, that fucking Doctor. There's hints that the final exam for each student is personalized by Mr DeVont, and you know what yours will be. You're not a sharpshooter, you're not a spy, you're not a soldier, you're a super-powered fighter. You focus almost entirely on melee, fighting with the other Supers to prepare.
  
  > Continue
  You find yourself in the combat arena, watching as two gargantuan brutes charge at each other, one covered in scales with a forked tongue and the second covered in tumor-like lumps made of bone. Scales rams into Bony, attempting to bite into his flesh, but only actually succeeding in biting bone. Bony rams a fist into Scales' throat, and he flops to the floor. Shattered Mask, the Super trainer, stands off to the side, watching. He wears parts of a silver mask, somehow attached to his face like a magnet, as well as a black body suit. He rarely speaks, simply watching the violence in front of him.
  
  He walks over to Scales, staring down at him, before shaking his head. Then, he points to you and another girl, whose name you actually know: Thara Richtofen. The German has a reputation for leaving her combatants... less raw then previously. Flames dance around her fists as she steps forward. She has a reputation for being cruel and sadistic. Hopefully, rumors is all they are. Shattered Mask motions for you to to step forward, so you do. Finally, he gives a nod for you to start.
  
  > fight aggressively
  You charge forward, ducking under a burst of flames before a punch goes for your chest. You dodge it, punching Thara in the side of the head. She stumbles backwards, and you punch her in the stomach, then the head three times. She stumbles, but quickly regains her footing position, although she's bleeding badly from her nose. She growls at you, raising her fists again. You launch another punch at her head, but this time she sidesteps your swing and you lose your balance, leaving yourself exposed. Thara's fists explode into balls of flames, before a wall of flames flies from them, straight for you. You regain your footing and attempt to dodge, but the flames engulf you. You feel your skin, char, burn and blister. You let out a pained scream, collapsing backwards. The flames continue to burn you, as you hear Shattered Mask shout "ENOUGH!" Mercifully, you quickly pass out.
  
  > Awaken
  You find yourself lying on a metal operating table, the cold steel freezing your naked backside. The Doctor stands over you, packing his tools.
  
  "I'm sorry," the Doctor says. "I clearly haven't been doing enough modification if you fell to Thara Richtofen. I've patched you up as best I can, and... and I've done it."
  
  You're shocked to hear the faintest glimmer of emotion in the Doctor's voice.
  
  "Done what?" you ask.
  
  "Created perfection."
  
  "What... what did you do to me?" you say, fearing the answer.
  
  "I made your muscles many times denser, your nerves faster, amplified the sizes of your pores and linked them to your nervous system and hence your brain. I've given you an auxiliary lung to allow you, through heavy breathing and controlled air bursts, achieve flight. I've given your stomach the ability to create flammable gases that can be fire through pores and easily lit by the scraping of your metal hand against itself, giving you flame abilities. Ironic, isn't it? Your cybernetic eye has been outfitted with a powerful laser that can burn through concrete in seconds. Your skin is infinitely tougher. And that's only the beginning."
  
  "Am... am I as strong as the best Supers?" you ask. "Will I definitely pass the test?"
  
  "You don't understand. The test is meaningless. You are more powerful than all of the Supers combined. Our work here is done. This Academy has given me the test subjects I need. We're leaving."
  
  "What?"
  
  "We're leaving. I've outfitted a communicator in your ear so I can give you orders. Before we go, I need you to destroy my files here. I no longer need them."
  
  This is insane. You're not going to become the super-powered thug of this mad man. Can you really leave this Academy behind? Is it even safe to refuse him?
  
  > Agree
  "Fine," you say.
  
  "Head to Mr DeVont's office. Burn all the files there. All of them."
  
  You nod, and quickly walk into the hallway. You focus, feeling your pores open, and slowly levitate into the air. It's easier than expected. You float along the hallways, all empty, heading straight to Mr DeVont's office. You arrive, opening the door as you drop back to your feet. It's empty, and you raise your hands. It takes you a minute to realize how to use your fire, sending the noxious gases through the pores on your hand and igniting it, setting the room alight.
  
  The fire alarm suddenly goes off, and you turn and walk out the door. You see Mr DeVont, quickly walking towards his office. His eyes narrow when he sees you, in a mixture of shock and horror.
  
  "What the fuck?" he asks.
  
  Suddenly, another voice fills your ear.
  
  "Mia, this is Doctor Griffith. Mr DeVont knows too much. Kill him."
  
  Mr DeVont gave you cybernetic upgrades. He gave you a chance at fortune. He gave you so much. Are you really willing to kill him for the Doctor?
  
  "Do it," the Doctor's voice says.
  
  > kill Mr DeVont
  You move forward quickly, sending spurts of flames at his chest as he yells in pain before grabbing his throat. You throw him against the hall, breaking bones as he slides down it to a sitting position. You grab his head, quickly snapping his neck.
  
  You look up, realizing that the hallway if filling with students, guards and teachers alike. You hear shouts of shock, curses, threats and orders to stand down as guns are raised. You need to do something. The Doctor said you were strong. You could probably break through the ceiling and fly out of there, and find somewhere else to stay. The Doctor suggests the alternative.
  
  "They know your name. They know your face. Even if you escape, they'll have you hunted down. Kill them all."
  
  > wipe them out
  Adrenaline floods through you, and you charge forward. You fly forward, grabbing one of the guards heads and smashing it against the wall. A wall of flames erupts around you, taking out several more as you dodge bullets. Your eye fires a laser beam that cuts through more of them as your fists fly, breaking bones with ease.
  
  You don't know how long the massacre lasts, but your mind is that of an animal's while it happens. By the end, you're covered in blood. Corpses fill the hallways, and the classrooms, and the dorms. Everywhere is covered in blood. You notice the bodies of those you know. Doyle lies against the wall, his chest torn apart. Void has been burnt alive, her scorched body only identifiable from the armor. Dead-Eye had had his head crushed. You're left panting, before you hear heavy breathing that's not your own. You look down, and almost burst into tears when you see a blood-covered Luc lying on the floor. Shada lies next to him, bone visible from a bad leg break. Seamus lies far off to the side, badly burnt. You must've done this in your animalistic rage. They're the only survivors, so perhaps some subconscious part of you spared them.
  
  "Mia..." the Doctor's voice says in your ear.
  
  "No," you reply.
  
  "Kill them. You can't leave survivors. You know that."
  
  Your friends won't know it's you. You don't need to kill them. You can just walk away... but is it worth the risk?
  
  > kill your friends
  You lean in to Shada, grabbing her neck and twisting it sharply. You leave her broken form slump to the ground. You pick up Luc, who bats your arms away feebly. You look at Seamus, firing a jet of flames that quickly engulf him, melting his body quickly. Tears flood your eyes, but they're evaporated as you fire your laser, turning Luc to ash. You stand slowly.
  
  "Well done. Now, come to me," the Doctor says.
  
  You walk along the hallways, heading straight back to the Doctor's office. You walk into the lab, where he's waiting. He looks you up on and down, his face unmoving and unemotional.
  
  "Well done," he says again.
  
  "Well done? I killed everyone! EVERYONE! What the hell is wrong with me?"
  
  "Oh, it's not you."
  
  "What?"
  
  "Did you really think I'd build a weapon I had no control over."
  
  "What the fuck are you talking about?"
  
  "I was inside you. I tinkered with your body. Do you think I left your mind untampered? Didn't you notice the lack of choices you had? I mean, you couldn't do anything but what I asked. You were, are and will forever be, my slave."
  
  "No! No! I'm a fucking human being! You can't do that to me!" you say, bursting into tears as you stare at the blood on your hands.
  
  "Human being? That word no longer applies to you."
  
  The Doctor picks up a mirror, showing you. You're much bulkier, your biological eye is completely black, your skin has the texture of concrete, your teeth sharp and fang-like. You look at the creature in front of you, in pure shock and horror. You look at the Doctor, realizing just how pathetic you are, how much of a monster he's made you, how much you've lost and for the first time, you see him smile.
  
  > Continue
  Man
  
  The Crimson Cape soared above New York City, staring down at the people below. His people. He continued flying, listening for any signs of violence. He heard a rapidly approaching whistling sound, and quickly turned his...
  
  The creature slammed into him, and send him plummeting straight towards the ground as it's hands wrapped around his throat. The beast squeezed as his throat began to cook, before smashing its hands into his head repeatedly. He felt teeth fly from his school as he was covered with his own blood, and let out a pathetic call for help before he lost consciousness.
  
  When he came to, he found himself bound by chains in a large, empty meat locker. The monster-creature thing stood in front of him, next to a man wearing a butcher's apron.
  
  "Hello, Crimson Cape," the man said.
  
  "Who are you?" the Crimson Cape asked.
  
  "I am Doctor Griffith. This is my assistant Mia. You hurt her. She deserves her revenge. A little gift from me to her."
  
  "What are you talking about?" the Crimson Cape asked.
  
  "It doesn't matter. Right now, I'm going to kill two birds with one stone. For me, I am going to dissect you. Your organs will provide a good base for my serum. For her, I'm going to dissect you... alive. And I'm going to make it hurt."
  
  The Crimson Cape saw a flicker of something behind the creature's eyes. Sadness? Satisfaction? Pity? He couldn't tell.
  
  "Mia, scalpel," the Doctor said, holding out a hand.
  
  The Crimson Cape's screams lasted for days.