Sebastian smirked at this Mrs. Hill person. "Tell me, Miss... Hill, was it? how many of your patients have a track record of being flammable once punctured?" He jittered a bit as the needle was put in his skin as if anticipating the next thing that happened.<br/><br/>A blue substance filled the syringe and for a moment it seemed to glitter. A normal person could tell right away that if this was blood it was definitely not normal. suddenly the glittering substance ignited to a ball of flame and she was forced to drop the needle. Sebastian sighed as if remembering something tragic. The next words out of his mouth were the opposite of said emotion. "I remember the first time I got a wound! It was so... gratifying watching that bastard pay for hurting me! Made me laugh for a few hours!" and he giggled as the fire started to spread. "Hurry doctor! if you don't get it all, we'll be having BBQ for a month! And you might want to include a fire extinguisher in the next room you operate on me in!"<br/><br/>Men with the item in question ran into the room and got rid of the flames. "Get him into the containment cell, not tomorrow, not in a few minutes, NOW!!" the large man from before yelled as he began ordering his employees.<br/><br/>Sebastian laughed. "Oh please, Mr. Kelvar INC? do I call you that? You can't keep us in here forever, and we are going to prove it. we are going to tear you down so far you know what the bottom of the dead sea looks like. I hear it's lovely this time of year... if you like salt and... corpses!"<br/><br/>The large man faltered for a moment but soon was back to ordering his men to contain the fires. Once put out, Sebastian was led to his cell and roughly thrown to the ground. turning to the guards, he was all smiles. "We think we've made our point," he said cryptically as the door was slammed and several locks were bolted shut.<br/><br/>"Miss Hill! My office, Now." the large man commanded. Once there he pulled up a massive chair and sat down, a smaller one was brought for the doctor to use. "What do you suggest we do, Dr? He clearly is a hostile, and deranged man. I want a diagnosis, and considering the circumstances, I am willing to give you a month to treat him into complying with our instructions. I don't care how you do it. Just get it done. Are. We Clear, Dr? I would hate for your career to end... so... prematurely." he waved her out of the office. "Don't disappoint me."