Felix Gacha was a vile king-pin. With every type of crime feeling his influence. He walked into the lab. "So, Doctor Yamato, I hope you have good news for me." As the Doctor opened his mouth, Felix raised a single finger to warn the doctor not to interrupt. "You have great potential, and I've provided for your experiments quite lavishly. So, I expect some results."
With a cold smile, and dead eyes, he waved the Doctor into his own lab.
"Show me the results." His tone heavy with menace, if there was nothing to show.
"Of course... of course..." The doctor bowing low, and walking was a ridiculous sight, so Felix kept his amusement buried.
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"I have the implant... and it'll give you easy control." He promised, an uncertain smile flashing weakly across his features. "You will need to be doused in the Amnion fluid.... and this will hurt." He apologised. "It's necessary for the connections. Otherwise, you wouldn't feel anything, and couldn't control your body." He winced recalling his efforts to mitigate the obvious pain of the process.
"If the results are as promised, I'll endure." Felix assured the scientist.
"It does allow you to embody multiple pre-loaded forms." He flinched expecting an objection. A slight, subtle gesture urged him to continue.
"You can have six different bodies stored in the template, and will the choice into happening. The changes are fairly painfree." He nodded, in agreement to his own assessment. "They take between 30 to 60 seconds for the changes to complete, and you will still need to dress afterwards."
"You managed the forms I selected." A simple statement, not a question. The doctor looked mousy and nodded.
The broad, beaming, shit-eating grin of delight of Felix Gacha was scarier than any disapproval, or disappointment he could've imagined.
He extended a hand in readiness. "Know that if this is a trick, your family, and anyone you've ever known or liked will be put to a painful death." His cold threat delivered with an indifference that was chilling.
Dr. Yamato started to quake, his hand shaking. Mentally double-checking his every assertion. The largest syringe Felix had ever seen was drawn out. The dose of Amnion fluid in the barrel would've been worth millions. Settling down in the padded chair that looked utterly out of place in the sterile surroundings.
Seating himself, the doctor pierced his skin. Their eyes meeting, no words needed to be said. With a slow, steady push of the plunger, the Amnion fluid was injected into his body.
It felt like liquid fire. Thankfully he was able to control himself, until the whole contents were in his body. His body rigid in pain, his jaw clenched. He was in agony. The doctor quickly withdrawing the needle retreated from the sociopath, pyscopath he'd just inflicted with unendurable pain.
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