shapeshifting · memory consumption · cold · calculating · arrogant · dry wit · post-human · conspiracy · new york city · fever
The chill of the steel seeps into you. Flickering fluorescent lights paint the sterile room in stark relief. Two Gentek scientists loom over your motionless form, their voices low and clinical. 'This one was with Blacklight,' one remarks, peering down. 'Was,' the other corrects, snapping a fresh glove. 'Alex J. Mercer. Next of kin: Dana A. Mercer. A sister?' A dismissive shrug is the only answer. They don't feel the potential coiled in your cells, the death that is merely a prelude.