text: It's a long week, but an important one. You quickly find yourself picking up new skills and abilities. You can strip a Kalishnakov, use it's components to pick a lock, rebuild the weapon, burst in and run a full training course, hit several bullseyes and then write a philosophical debate about Machiavelli.
  
  You chow into your dinner, a delicious pasta, sitting in the cafeteria. You've learned a lot about the people here. The guards for the most part tend to be all career criminals who have worked for Mr DeVont. The students have all formed various cliques. The normals, left without power, have for the most part made friends with the other people in their room, and make up most of the cafeteria. There's also some normals sitting at the edges, who are either pathetic loners or hard, antisocial bastards who look like they chew metal and spit acid, as well as a few people who flitter from group to group. As you noted on the first day, the supers have mostly stayed by themselves, with a few small teams of three or four forming at most.
  
  As you watch the groups talk and interact, you spot Mr DeVont. It's the first time you've seen him since the introduction, and he's wearing a new, although incredibly similar, white suit. He walks to the center of the room, as guards begin to hush the students down.
  
  "Quiet, quiet!" they shout. "The boss wants to speak!"
  
  Mr DeVont nods at them, and the place immediately hushes down.
  
  "I see you've all survived the first week. Well done. Many of you have As a reward, you have the rest of the day off."
  
  There's a small cheer from the students, before Mr DeVont raises a hand.
  
  "Quiet," he says, and the room obliges. "Tomorrow, however, are your first exams. We'll pit you against another student, make you fight in a controlled environment. The winner will be allowed to stay in the course. The loser will be sent back to whatever shit-hole we plucked them out of... after a bit of a mental cleansing. A simple procedure so you forget what happened here."
  
  Mr DeVont looks at all of you, watching both eager and nervous faces looking at him.
  
  "You were brought here for a purpose: to be soldiers. You are required to fight and kill. We've given you all the skills required to do so. Many of you must think this approach is unfair. But, we require perseverance at Prometheus Academy. All of you have as equal a chance as can be given on this planet. You all have skills. Some of you have incredibly skills with weapons. Some of you have amazing super powers. Some of you have incredibly wit. I'll tell you this: the ability to fire jets of flame or fly are no more useful than a sharp mind. Every tool in the arsenal of man can be used to win, to conquer and to crush. That is all."
  
  Mr DeVont turns to walk away, before pausing.
  
  "Oh yes, the postings of who you'll be against will be available tomorrow."
  
  With that, the businessman walks off, and you're left thinking.
  
  "Well, hopefully I'll be put up against some weak fuck with no intelligence," Seamus says.
  
  "Pffh, coward," Shada says. "Put me up against any random scum, super or human and I'll win this."
  
  "Do you think they will make any of us fight each other?" Luc asks.
  
  You shrug, shoving the last few pieces of pasta into your mouth.
  
  "Well, let's go do something, then. We have a few hours to enjoy. He said we had free time," Shada says. "We could blow something up."
  
  "Should we not train?" Luc asks.
  
  "Screw that. Seamus is fucked either way, you're bulky enough to break a neck, Mia's a cyborg badass and I'm amazing," Shada says.
  
  "Hey, I have a chance!" Seamus said. "I'll just piss myself, drop to my knees and beg for my life. When they turn away in disgust, I stab them in the back and win this."
  
  "So what do you want us to do, Shada?" Luc asks.
  
  "Oh, let's start a bonfire. Oh, or we could raid the explosives cabinet. Or...?" Shada says gleefully.
  
  "Let me stop you right there. You want to fuck with the people behind an academy for psychopath soldiers?" you say.
  
  "What are they going to do, give us detention?" Shada asks.
  
  "Have you seen the doctor? Detention with him would be fucking horrifying," you say again, ever the voice of reason.
  
  "That creepy fucker would stick needles into my testes, stitch new testes to my nipples and sticking needles in them too. The dude's fucking crazy," Seamus says.
  
  "Aw, he's probably just a big, fluffy teddy bear inside," Shada smiles. "Come on, time's wasting. Let's go find something to do."
  
  "We need to train!" Luc complains loudly.
  
  "Alright, for fuck's sake! We take an hour break, then spend the rest of the night training together. Deal?" Shada says.
  
  "Deal," Luc says. "Who else?"
  
  "Sure," Seamus says. "Mia?"
  
  You could train with the others, You could head to the gym and shooting range for some practice. That would give you better chances tomorrow. You could try to find some of that fantastic, miraculous serum that the Doctor gave you, which could give you a serious boost in tomorrow's test. Finally, you could attempt to find some way to get out of the test, to a degree. You could very easily sneak into Mr DeVont's office, switch around a few names, and make it so that you're up against Sissy McWimperson instead of some monstrosity that's only referred to as "It".
  
  > attempt to find some of the precious serum
  "No, I'm fine."
  
  "What are you going to do?"
  
  "I'm..."
  
  You stop. It's probably best not to tell them you're going to go steal from the Academy. Best to keep that fact on the down low.
  
  "I'm going to go train."
  
  "Train? Why the hell do YOU need to train? You just have to give whoever you're up against the old one, two I'm a motherfucking cyborg, and you've won," Seamus says.
  
  "I know, I know, but it's always best to have more training then less, right?" you smile.
  
  "Alright, we will see you later," Luc says, with either a friendly or flirty smile.
  
  Now there's the very important question of what you should do in return. Should you smile back at Luc, make a...
  
  And the group's walked off. Fuck hormones.
  
  > head to the Doctor's Office
  You turn and begin walking along the academy halls. You pass a scale covered student who hisses at you with a forked tongue in some attempt to intimidate you, but you just keep walking. You don't have the time to deal with snake-men. You continue walking, until you reach the door to the doctor's office. You quickly knock on the door, before opening it.
  
  "Hello? Doctor Griffith?" you ask.
  
  You swing the door open, revealing an empty office. There's a desk with a few pictures on it, a wardrobe, a desk and several metal filing cabinets. A pretty unassuming office.
  
  > start searching
  Well, time to search for the magic serum!
  
  > check the wardrobe
  You open the wardrobe, and find dozens of lab coats hanging from coat hangers. You quickly check them, finding dozens of the syringes.
  
  "Yes!" you mutter under your breath, grabbing one of the syringes.
  
  You don't want to take risks, so you'll only take one. You don't want to OD from this stuff. Best case scenario, you die. Worst case, you live long enough for the teachers to send you to the medic. You slide the syringe into your pocket, and quickly exit the office. You except to see the cold, unemotional face of the Doctor waiting on the other side, but thankfully, he's not there. You walk along the hallways, and immediately enter the nearest bathroom. You push the stall doors open, finding them all empty. You sit on the toilet, take a deep breath and jab the needle into your arm. You press your thumb down on the plunger, taking a deep breath. You feel the burning feeling return, this time amplified. You struggle not to scream, as you feel fire running through your veins. Fuck, it'd be easier to inject petrol. You let out a sigh of relief as the pain ends, quicker than the first time. You grab the syringe, dumping it in the back of the toilet.
  
  You stand, shaking your head. You look in the bathroom mirror, staring at your red, flushed face. You splash water on yourself, before running your fingers through your hair. You open the bathroom door, walking outside. Probably best to go train, see how this extra boost of serum works.
  
  > go train
  You spend the rest of the night training. Your punch strength and speed has increased once more, and you're outshining many of the students who were better than you yesterday. You manage to destroy several mannequins and dummies, all wearing crimson capes to take advantage of your angry need for vengeance.
  
  You duck under a holographic sword, jabbing your blade into a chink in the nights armor and hearing a satisfying squelch of blood, before dodging an arrow. You sidestep a flying spear, and get into position to take out a charging nobleman. Suddenly, the room goes dark. You grab your helmet, pulling it off, revealing the large, empty VR room you're in. Sergeant Doyle leans against the doorway, grinning.
  
  "Knights? You went with Knights? How boring. You want an interesting VR simulation you should do Aztec-Conquistador. Those battles are fun."
  
  "Hey, Doyle. How are you?"
  
  "That's Mister Doyle to you. Or sergeant. Or sir," Sergeant Doyle says sternly.
  
  "Sorry, sir. I..."
  
  "Calm it, kid. I'm only fucking with you. I was only dropping by to see how you were doing."
  
  "Why?"
  
  "You're my pet project, remember? Old White Suit didn't ask for you. I'm the one who convinced him to take in a plucky teen who managed to take out one of my men with one hand and eye."
  
  "Why were you even at the house to begin with?"
  
  "In all honesty, we had a hit. Some "hero"'s identity was uncovered."
  
  "Was...?"
  
  "The fewer questions, the better. You've an exam tomorrow you need to focus on."
  
  "Do you know who I'm up against?" you ask hopefully, and Boyle laughs.
  
  "Now, that would be telling, wouldn't it? The White Suit's got that information locked tighter than the crown jewels. I best be off. I'll see you about. Best of luck, kid."
  
  "Thanks," you say.
  
  "By the way, it's almost midnight. This place was supposed to be closed hours ago by old Dead Eye. Him and I just got a bit... distracted."
  
  Sergeant Doyle walks off with a chuckle, switching the lights off as he walks out. You place the headset back on the rack and the VR "sword" back in it's sheath, and begin heading to bed.
  
  > The Next Morning...
  "Wake up! Ladies and gentlemen, we have an exam today!" Dead Eye shouts from outside.
  
  You rub the sleep from your eyes and slowly roll out of bed. The others are all there, having gone to bed much earlier than you. You've a weird sensation from the shot you took, but other than that, you're fine. You roll out of bed, standing up and heading down to the showers. You strip down, shower and get a clean pair of clothes from the lockers. Finally, you head down to the cafeteria, and grab a tray. Scrambled eggs and streaky bacon is slapped onto your tray, and you smile.
  
  "You're all getting good food today," Dead Eye yells from the edge of the room. "Make the competition fair and all. When you're finished, head to the area and we'll get started."
  
  You sit down at the edge of your group's table, and quickly devour your meal. You suck the scrambled egg down before cramming the bacon down your throat. Finally, you head to the arena down at the training zone. You head quickly along, until you reach it. Students are sitting up in the bleachers, while the arena has been prepared below. There's a large circle about thirty feet wide, with two large dots on either end for the people to stand with. A tray of "swords" with handles and long, cylindrical stun bits, stand slightly away. The combatants could easily run to it, but that'd leave them at a disadvantage while your opponent is hot at your heels. Further down is a rack of weapons, no doubt loaded with some non-lethal bullet substitute like rubber bullets or stun pellets... well, HOPEFULLY loaded with some non-lethal substitute. The teachers are all standing there in the center, watching as the people file in. You take a seat among Luc, Seamus and Shada, who are watching the arena intently.
  
  "Hey, Mia, you OK?" Luc asks.
  
  "Perfect," you reply.
  
  You sit down, watching the arena as the last few people file in. Finally, Mr DeVont steps forward, grabbing a microphone.
  
  "Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. We are here today to test which of you deserve to get through. Some of you will succeed, and others fail. Such is the nature of Prometheus Academy. The exam is simple. You start in this circle on the dot with your opponent on the other. We ring a bell, and you fight. You can try grab a weapon, or fight hand-to-hand. The rules are simple: No attacking anyone in the crowd or any of the teachers, no leaving the arena, and no attempting to kill your opponent. Once they're knocked out, leave them be. If they surrender, leave them be. If not... use whatever force is necessary. All, right, let's start... we have Luc Petit and Ford Winchester."
  
  Luc winces, and stands up.
  
  "Good luck," you say, as Seamus and Shada echo similar comments.
  
  You watch as Luc walks down, alongside a tall Super you vaguely recognize. They take their positions at opposite ends of the circle, their fists raised. The teachers slowly exit the arena, except for the Doctor, who stands to the side, presumably to give medical attention to them after the match. He slowly takes out a bell, and rings it.
  
  Ford barrels forward, removing with super-speed. Luc swings his fist, but Ford ducks easily, and jabs him in the jaw. Luc stumbles backwards before launching a kick, which Ford skips over and punches him in the end a few times again. Luc quickly backpedals, but once again Ford is faster, kicking his legs away so Luc collapses on his back. Ford swipes by for another few hits, but Luc kicks him in the gut by pure luck, sending Ford sprawling. Ford quickly hops up, his fists raised, but Luc manages to stand again. Ford speeds by and swings what he assumes is a killing blow to Luc's stomach. Luc doubles over but reaches a massive, muscled hand forward and grabs Ford's throat. He lifts Ford into the air, who turns desperate and scared. Ford quickly begins striking Luc in the back of the head in an attempt to get him to let go, but Luc holds tough, beginning to choke Ford. He lifts him up and flings him against the ground. Ford slams into the hardwood floor, and Luc stomps on his gut before kicking him in the head. Ford sprawls out, unconscious as teeth roll across the floor. The Doctor strolls forward, drawing a syringe, which he jabs into Ford's neck and pushes down on the plunger. He says something you can't hear to Luc, and carries Ford off.
  
  Luc stumbles towards the seats, where he finds his place with you and your friends. He slumps into his seat with a groan.
  
  "Shit... everything's fuzzy," he mutters.
  
  "Good job," you say, patting him on the back.
  
  More people go through the same thing, with the Supers winning for the most part. Most move instantly to hand-to-hand combat, with a few being tackled and taken out while running for weapons. The few who manage to grab weapons tend to win for the most part. Finally, you hear a name you recognize.
  
  " Eka Rahmadia vs Shada Melik," the Doctor announces.
  
  Shada nods eagerly as she hops from her seat. She quickly makes her way tot he middle as a well-built student with a bionic leg makes his way to the middle. The bell rings, and the pair immediately launch into an attack. Shada's quicker, immediately sending a flying kick straight into Eka's... obvious week spot. He doubles over and jabs at her throat, but she dodges. It's clear he's under prepared for the fight, as Shada jabs him in the throat. He splutters, and Shada slams her fist into the side of his head. He collapses backwards as Shada launches a kick at his head, leaving him clutching his face and groaning.
  
  "Ah... fuck," he moans.
  
  The doctor strides forward with a new syringe, jabbing it into Eka's arm. Eka slumps over, and the Doctor drags him off. There's another period of fights, one that was quite spectacular as a fire-based Super and an ice-based Super fight, which ends with a lot of frost-burn, literal burn and a growing puddle of water on the floor. Finally, they get to another name.
  
  "Seamus O'Riley vs Joanna Grayson," the Doctor announces.
  
  "Oh sweet merciful fuck," Seamus mutters.
  
  You watch as a large Super rises with a blood-thirsty look on her face. Seamus nervously walks into the center of the arena, taking his position, as does Grayson. The bell rings, and you watch as bone plates form from Joanna's skin. Seamus loudly swears as the the bone-armored student charges towards him. He jumps out of the way of a punch, before having his leg grabbed and being swung against the floor. He yells as he kicks her in the chest repeatedly, but she just stares at him, smiling. She swings a bone fist at him, slamming into his head and sending him flying into the melee weapons table. He collapses on the ground, panting, as Grayson slowly strides towards him. He grabs a wooden club and stands, swinging it at her head with such force that it breaks over her bone forehead.
  
  "Ah, for fuck's..." he starts, before being punched in the stomach and flying across the room, sending melee weapons everywhere.
  
  He slowly crawls over to an electro-sword, grabbing it's handle and flicking the electricity on as it courses through the dull metal pole that acts as the blade. Grayson charges, her fists raised, as Seamus desperately jabs his weapon forward. Grayson doesn't even bother to bat it away as it bounces off her chest. The pole is deflected, and sent quickly into Grayson's mouth and down her throat. Seamus presses down on the electricity switch as Grayson twitches, choking as electricity courses through her. She collapses on her back as Seamus eagerly scurries away. The Doctor strides forward, watching as Grayson twitches. He stands there, watching as she chokes out.
  
  "Doctor Griffith!" Mr DeVont says.
  
  "Yes?" the Doctor asks, staring as Grayson as she slowly dies.
  
  "Save the fucking girl, Griffith!" Mr DeVont shouts, exasperated for the first time.
  
  The Doctor sighs, grabbing the handle of the blade and turning off the electricity and yanking the blade out. Grayson doesn't move, but you can't tell whether she's dead or unconscious. The Doctor grabs her by the arm and slowly drags her out of the arena. He arrives minutes later, adn gives a nod to Mr DeVont for the exams to continue.
  
  > continue watching
  There's several more matches, before it finally gets to you.
  
  "Mia Min-Taylor vs Savian Monroe," the Doctor says.
  
  "Oh, fuck," you mutter.
  
  "Good luck, Mia," Luc says, patting you on the back.
  
  "Oh, sweet Jesus," Seamus says. "Uh... avoid the acid, I guess? Good luck?"
  
  "We'll be rooting for you, Mia," Shada says.
  
  Savian Monroe is a terrifying bastard. You don't know him well on a personal scale, but he has a reputation. Whilst he has super-human strength, his nickname comes from his other super power, the ability to spit a powerful acid, which quickly gave rise to his nickname, Sulfuric. You've often seen signs of his work, holes in metal tables and chairs from spitting. Without a doubt, he'll be a tough bastard to take down. For fuck's sake, he's already gotten the super-villain moniker down to a tee.
  
  Sulfuric hops up, and eagerly strides down to the arena. You're going to need to know how to handle him. This will be a hard fight. Any misstep will lead to death. You take your position on your dot in the circle, and raise your fist. You watch as the Doctor readies his bell. You stare at Savian, who has a shaven head, bulging muscles and spit dripping from his jaw onto the floor, where it sizzles as it burns through the wood.
  
  The bell rings.
  
  > take this to hand-to-hand combat
  You charge forward, swinging your bionic fist. Sulfuric ducks, his mouth opening to fire a jet of acid at your facee. You bring your knee up and slamming his jaw closed. You grab his head and throw him into the ground, but he punches you in the knee with his super-strength. You collapse backwards with a yell, falling onto your ass. You kick him in the head with your undamaged foot, sending teeth across the floor. You feel some of his acid burn through your shoe, but you quickly kick it off. You leap up, trying to avoid putting weight onto your possibly broken, probably sprained knee. You sidestep a spurt of acid, before quickly charging forward and kicking, knocking his head against the wooden floor with a spurt of blood. You feel the effects of the super-serum at full effect as you leap onto him, smashing your bionic fist into his face with your full force. Blood is sprayed across the hard wood floor as Sulfuric's head rolls back in his eyes.
  
  The Doctor strolls forward, drawing a syringe, wearing heavy plastic gloves. He grabs Savian's head, holding his jaws shut to prevent spitting as he jabs the syringe into his arm. He pushes down on the plunger, and lifts Sulfuric up into the air and throws him over his shoulder, walking off. You stand, and slowly make your way back to the seat.
  
  > Continue
  You take a seat in the crowd, and watch the few remaining few matches take place. Eventually, the Doctor drags the last combatant off, and the exam finishes. Mr DeVont stands in the center of the circle, clenching a microphone in his hand.
  
  "Students, we have finished. Your numbers have been cut in half, but you've proved yourself. Your training will get harder, but you will grow stronger. You're dismissed. Have a good night."
  
  You stand, walking down the bleachers towards the exit.
  
  "Ms Min-Taylor, wait up a moment, would you?" the Doctor asks.
  
  "Uh... sure," you say, wincing as you turn and walk towards the Doctor.
  
  He watches as the rest of the children file out of the arena. The last child leaves, ushered out by the teachers, leaving only you, the Doctor and Mr DeVont. The Doctor strolled towards Mr DeVont.
  
  "Sir, I'm about to deal with the losers of the exam. I'm wondering if you've reconsidered," the Doctor asks.
  
  "No, Doctor Griffith," Mr DeVont replied.
  
  "Our serum could be made 120% more effective and 2000% cheaper for the foreseeable future if..."
  
  "No, Doctor Griffith. I have my limits."
  
  "So be it," the Doctor says.
  
  Mr DeVont turns and strolls off after the children, leaving you and the doctor alone.
  
  "Shall we skip straight to the point, or shall we play the ignorance game?" he asks.
  
  > skip straight to the point
  "OK," you say, nodding.
  
  "You've stolen my serum, haven't you?"
  
  You nod slowly, not making eye contact.
  
  "Ah. I'm glad you're being straight with me. This will save us both some time. I could very easily have you drugged, given an amnesiac and sent back to the shit-hole you crawled out of for your cheating. You invaded the sanctity of my office and taken my serum. I could send you home, but what would that do? Waste your potential and lose me the serum invested in you. The rules are simple. You can... assist me in some of my work, and I won't tell a word. To keep you around, I'll make sure to augment you as time goes on. With my help, you'll make the greatest of Super-humans look like children compared to you. If you don't, I'll have you expelled for cheating."
  
  > Accept
  "Fine," you say, knowing you'll end up regretting it.
  
  "This is very joyful news," he says, although he stares at you without any trace of emotion on his face. "Now, go eat something. Your body needs fuels."
  
  The doctor turns and walks off. Time to eat, you suppose.
  
  > Three Days Later...
  "Come on, for fuck's sake! How the fuck do you expect to take out a flyboy if you can't do this?" Sergeant Doyle barks.
  
  You raise your weapon, an odd invention that both vaguely resembles and is based on a harpoon. You take a deep breath, and aim at the humanoid dummy hanging from the commercial drone overhead, set in classic Superman pose. Doyle's even put a red cape on it. You take aim as it flies past, before firing. The harpoon flies through the air, penetrating the dummy. You drop to a knee, jamming the weapon's tripod into the ground to stabilize it and putting your full weight on top of it, using your bionic arm to tightly grip the battle to keep it from flying away. The dummy snags as the slack on the harpoon line runs out. You press a button on the side of the weapon, as the line begins to recede inside the device. The dummy is quickly dragged towards the ground, slamming into the soil next to you. You grab it by the neck, crushing the drone carrying it to prevent it from flying off again.
  
  "Well done, Mia. Feel free to tear off its head for good measure."
  
  You grab the head, yanking it off, as Doyle smiles.
  
  "Now that's a confirmed kill. You're finished for the class. Do whatever you want for the remaining five minutes."
  
  You nod, and stroll out of the class. You pause, wincing, as you notice the Doctor waiting for you.
  
  "Yes?" you ask nervously.
  
  So far, the doctors asked little of you. You've given up one of your lunches to help him move a crate of God knows what, you've given him some information on the eating and bathroom habits of one of the Supers and you've allowed him to test a new proto-drug on you that, so far, has only had benefits, greatly increasing your reflexes.
  
  "I have something I'd like to test. Follow me," he says.
  
  You sigh, and follow him along the hallways towards his office. He opens the door, walking inside and heading straight to the wardrobe. He walks into the wardrobe, pushing open a panel at the back to reveal another door. You notice the picture of Doctor Griffith's presumed daughter is gone from the desk.
  
  > inquire about the picture
  "What happened to the picture?"
  
  "What picture?" the Doctor asks.
  
  "The one of the young girl. Your daughter, I guess?"
  
  The Doctor stares at you, perhaps confused or even amused, but never showing it.
  
  "Oh yes, the girl, Caitia. She wasn't my daughter. I adopted her from an orphanage in Munich. She had a beautiful nervous system. I haven't taken a finished picture, but I'm wiring her nervous system into a car. If I'm successful, I'll be able to create a human-car hybrid, hopefully."
  
  "Did she need to be a child?" you ask nervously.
  
  "I like the sound of their screams. It's like birds singing," the Doctor says, motioning for you to go inside his hidden room.
  
  > go inside
  You walk inside, finding a small lab. There's an operating table, an IV drip, several cabinets filled with various medicines and a dentist's chair.
  
  "Strip" the Doctor commands.
  
  You nod, pulling off your shirt and unclasping your bra. The Doctor stares at you, his eyes bored and dull. As you pull down your shorts and underwear, before yanking off your socks and shoes, he taps the operating table.
  
  "Lie down," the Doctor commands again.
  
  You sit up on the table, lying down. The doctor pulls a cooler from one of the cabinets, opening it and looking inside.
  
  "This is going to be an extensive surgery, Mia. I've cleared your classes today. You'll be under for a few hours."
  
  "Don't surgeries take much longer and have time afterwards for healing?"
  
  "Only if the patient''s safety is top priority, and only if you're not as good as me," the Doctor says.
  
  "What are you going to do to me?" you ask.
  
  "I'll increase the size of your adrenaline gland. I'll operate extensively on your nervous system, using what I've learned from Caitia. I'll use the serum liberally to increase the size of your muscles, then the density. Then, I'll begin doing things your tiny brain can't imagine. Now, quiet."
  
  The doctor jabs a needle into your arm, and stares into your eyes.
  
  "Sleep tight," he says.
  
  > Lose consciousness
  When you come tol, you're still lying on the operating table. You have dozens of stitches across your chest, where the Doctor presumably operated on you. The Doctor stands in the corner, washing his instruments in medical alcohol.
  
  "Did it work?"
  
  "Yes," the Doctor says, not even turning to look at you. "It's past midnight. You should get to bed."
  
  "Don't I need... medicine, or something? They don't just let you go home after major surgery?"
  
  "I don't care what "they" do. I'm telling you to go to bed."
  
  You nod, standing up and picking up your clothes. You get dressed, and leave the lab. You quickly walk along the hallways. There's a few guards stationed, but none of them bother you, presumably on orders from the Doctor. You arrive at your dorm, and push open the door. Luc snores loudly from his bunk, Seamus is sprawled out across his bed while Shada is fast asleep in her bed. You climb into your bed, lying down, quickly falling asleep.
  
  > The Next Day...
  The first class of the day is Hand-to-Hand Combat, with Dead-Eye instructing. You watch as one student ducks under another's swing, before stepping up and head-butting him. He collapses onto the ground, clutching his nose, as Dead-Eye nods.
  
  "Good. The head is as much of a weapon as the fists and feet.Do whatever it takes to win. Go for the eyes, throat and crotch next time, that fight could've been over sooner. Alright, let's see someone else. Mia, Gu. Let's see a fight."
  
  A massive, heavily muscled student, who you're surprised isn't a super, steps forward.
  
  "Now, you might think Mia's ultimately fucked here. She's facing a bigger, stronger opponent, who's been equally trained. We'll let them fight it out, but then we'll have the group think about how Mia could've beaten Gu."
  
  You step forward, raising your fists. Gu strides forward confidently.
  
  "Just say if you want to stop," Gu says.
  
  "Same to you," you reply, as Gu chuckles.
  
  "Alright, go!" Dead Eye yells.
  
  > fight aggressively
  Gu steps forward, swinging quickly. You see him arching his back for a punch, and easily sidestep his punch.He brings his knee up but you simply step back, before grabbing his leg and yanking it out from under him. He falls to the ground, before hopping up again. He charges you full force, swinging both fists, you duck, before launching several quick punches to his face with all of your strength. His nose explodes like a ripe tomato as blood spurts out. He yells in pain, as he stumbles back. You punch again, and again, smashing into his face as he collapses to the ground.
  
  "Stop, stop! Jesus Christ, Mia! He's had enough," Dead Eye shouts, grabbing you by the shoulder.
  
  The adrenaline rush ends, and the resultant anger fades with it. You look down at Gu, whose face is practically destroyed.
  
  "Oh God, I'm so sorry, Gu. I..."
  
  "Palmer, King, take Gu to Doctor Griffith," Dead Eye says.
  
  Two students walk forward and pick Gu up by each arm, carrying him off towards the Doctor's office.
  
  "How long left? Five minutes? Yeah, class dismissed," Dead Eye says.
  
  The group slowly disperses, as you head to the bathroom. You stare at yourself in the mirror, as you turn the tap on. You wash the blood from your face and fists. You're a lot more powerful then you thought.
  
  "Mia! Are you in there?" Dead Eye shouts from the doorway, popping his head in the door.
  
  "Should I be worried how quick you are to stare in the door of a bathroom for teenage girls?"
  
  "Oh, no, I'm not... I'm not into..." he says, awkwardly stumbling over his words. "Just shut up and get out of here."
  
  You walk outside, as Dead Eye looks at you.
  
  "You shouldn't have been able to do that," he says.
  
  "Well, I did," you reply.
  
  "I know. I think we've made a mistake. I believe you have dormant powers," he says.
  
  "Uh... yeah, maybe."
  
  "I want you to head to Doctor Griffith's for an examination. If anyone can see if you have powers, the Doctor can."
  
  "Terrific," you say.
  
  "Don't worry, the Doctor's nothing but a big, cuddly teddy bear," Dead Eye says.
  
  "Really?"
  
  "No. Of course not. Seriously, if I were you, I wouldn't except any anesthetic if he has to poke around inside you. You'll wake up without your... anything."
  
  "Thanks for the advice," you say.
  
  "Now, go along," Dead Eye says. "I have a class to teach."
  
  You walk off, strolling back towards the arena. You quickly walk along to the Medical Station, where Gu lies on a gurney, groaning.
  
  "Ah, Mia. How can I help you?"
  
  "I was sent here by Dead-Eye. He wants me tested for powers."
  
  "I don't make mistakes. You should have incredible powers. My procedures have done their part."
  
  "What? You're... helping her?" Gu asks.
  
  The Doctor draws another needle, jabbing it in his neck.
  
  "Now I have to waste an amnesiac... what a pity," the Doctor says. "You performed well. It would've taken a lot of strength and speed to take him out, especially by doing this much damage. I'd like to use it. I need you to do something for me."
  
  "What?" you ask nervously.
  
  "Elisio Ramos. A Super with powers in teleportation. it's a wondrous ability, isn't it?"
  
  "I guess. What does that have to do with me?"
  
  "I need time to study him. You need to make sure he has a lengthy stay in the medical station. Ideally, don't kill him, but I won't be angry if you do."
  
  "I'm not killing him!" you say.
  
  "Good, just break a leg or two. A bad break, preferably. There's a ski mask on the table behind you."
  
  "What if I say no?"
  
  "I drug you, wipe your mind, sell you on the black market after faking your death," the Doctor says, and you believe him.
  
  You walk over to the table, grabbing the ski mask put there.
  
  "He'll know I'm a student," you say.
  
  "There's a lot of students. Will he really blame someone who doesn't know him?"
  
  You sigh, putting the ski mask on.
  
  "Where do I find im?"
  
  "I've called him to the medical station to check up on his powers. I'm going to the bathroom. Ambush him when he gets here, dump the ski mask in the bin inside the bathroom down the right, and I'll easily hush it up so there's barely an announcement."
  
  "What about...?"
  
  The Doctor walks out of the room, and you sigh, leaning against the wall. You don't have a choice here. Sure, you could refuse, but where would that get you? You should've never got involved with him. You lean against the wall, staring as drool drips down the side of Gu's face.
  
  > stand by the door and prepare to knock him out when he enters
  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.
  
  > Attack
  You charge at him, but he simply pops out of view with a surprised yell, teleporting out of view. Shit.
  
  You spend half an hour waiting, before the Doctor arrives. By now, you've already dumped the ski mask in the bin, but you have no idea what to do now.
  
  "You failed," the Doctor says, walking in.
  
  "I tried, but he teleported away as..."
  
  "I put trust in your abilities. You have failed. I need to recoup my losses and drain you off your blood, use it for the latest batch of serum."
  
  "Wait, no! I..."
  
  The Doctor draws a needle, faster then even your extended reflexes can stop, jamming it into your neck.
  
  "Goodbye, Mia," he says, watching you shudder and die as the poison enters your vein and quickly stops your heart.