(Disclaimer: A warning to those who continue. This is a sequel to a previous story. Both of these were written in the mid-1990’s. While the first one was slightly edited and vanity press published, this one has not been touched in over 20 years. I figure I should do something with it and people may get a laugh or fright from how I used to be. Every author comes from somewhere, so this is part of my origin. To that end, I am deeply sorry for whatever nightmares I will inflict on the literary world and the American English language. Enjoy?)
Soon after the four villains had left for Earth, Mindtrigger had dragged Kilanus to his lab. The ninety-foot square room is filled with computers, chemicals, and alien bodies that are being dissected by small robots with treads. Attached to this room is another room of the same size. One large computer is in this area as well as several pieces of unique, high-tech workout equipment. A small table with a pile of magazines is next to the door.
“Don’t worry, Kilanus. I don’t need too much of your blood. Only four or five pints. They’ll be back in your system within two minutes at most,” says Mindtrigger, who has an empty syringe the length of an adult’s arm.
“There really is no need for this. I feel far beyond perfect. So, just put the big needle down,” laughs Kilanus as she backs away from him.
“Don’t be such a wuss. It won’t hurt at all after the first few seconds. You’ll only feel a very big pinch. I promise.”
“Yes. Try not to pass out though because then we will have to do it again. Hold very still. I don’t want to miss or put the needle through you. That would be messy and my cleaning drones are being upgraded to clean faster.” The scientist plunges the tip of the needle into Kilanus’ left arm and spends the next ten minutes dealing with a thrashing teenage super weapon.
“There we go. I need this in order to study your DNA and find out about your full power potential. How do you feel, Kilanus?” asks Mindtrigger as he puts the blood in a thick, metal container. He puts the container into a compartment that resembles a small microwave, which is in the center of the computer.
“I’m fine. But will somebody please stop the room from spinning. This kind of thing happens to me way too often. And why can’t I feel my legs!” yells Kilanus in a dizzy voice.
“Hmmm. It would appear that your body’s recuperative enzymes are still working on some minor internal injuries. I had hoped that you would have recovered faster than this. So, the blood will be back in a minute or three.”
“What internal injuries?”
“Some of your organs are still somewhat damaged from the atom smashing missile that hit you two days ago. It probably took a lot of power for you to pull yourself back together so quickly. Honestly, I’m surprised you were able to pull yourself back together at all considering the mess you made on the space bar walls. That should teach you to pick a fight with a Dorian mercenary while she has any weapons with her. Feeling any better?”
“Yeah. Why are we having this surprise examination?”
Mindtrigger stares at his computer for a while before saying, “Since your psyche was been fixed, you have changed physically. The changes started immediately and finished appearing last week. The obvious changes are that you have become taller, leaner, and your body is more . . . mature, to put it bluntly. I’ve been wondering if there are any changes in your powers and abilities. Adriana has been keeping me so busy with pointless anti-guardian projects, so I have not had a chance to examine you. But when she was here, I finally talked her into permitting these tests.”
“Tests? As in, more than one test. How many are we talking about? Why don’t you just copy Fate’s abilities? Our DNA is similar.”
“Fate? I tend to ignore that minor fact, since I have noticed some genes in both of you that have managed to mutate every week. Both of you have DNA that remains unstable and never stays the same. This allows for your immunity to the guardian weapons. It is only a rare and, I hate to admit this, unexplainable coincidence. Now, which piece of data do we want first?”
“The blood sample. Definitely the blood sample. Gives me more time to figure out how to get out of this.” The young blond carefully makes a fist-sized ball of green energy and starts bouncing it off the walls like a rubber ball. The evil scientist doesn’t realize the flying emerald sphere until it nails him in the back of his head.
“What the hell is that, Kilanus?”
“This? I think it’s some of my excess life force. Neat trick, huh? Now, I don’t have to wait for someone to die. I can store these things for five months. After that, they automatically get reabsorbed into my body. Is this a problem?” she answers as she catches the ball by blindly raising her hand.
“No. But now the blood test is completely useless. I was going to use it in order to find any changes in your birthright powers and for a better explanation of its applications. If you had told me about this trick, I would have used the smaller syringe and you would not have been hurt. Step up to the machine over there, please, and we’ll continue the tests.”
Kilanus steps up to a bulky piece of equipment with a bright red number screen on the top of it. The front of this machine is in the shape of a large, multi-limbed alien with a big sensor pad in his stomach and chest. A low hum rises from the machine’s coolant system once Mindtrigger pushes a few hidden buttons.
“This is to test your muscle strength. Hit the sensors as hard as you possibly can. Use each of your limbs in a clockwise cycle, so I can properly gauge each one’s physical power. The average for an immortal is five hundred and forty pounds of force for every two square inches. I doubt that you’ll be able to beat Draveon’s one thousand pound record. Left arm first when you begin and try to go slowly,” explains Mindtrigger as he fine-tunes the sensors.
“Do you think my mom’s plan actually work?” asks Kilanus as she begins to punch and kick the sensor pads. She does about five cycles before Mindtrigger even looks up to speak to her.
“Depends. The forces of luck are truly impossible to predict and I never expect anything to go exactly the way that Adriana plans. You can stop now. Seven hundred for both arms and seven-fifty for both legs. This means you can crush rocks with your legs and hands if you decided to use all of your strength. Of course, the bones and organs of any healthy immortal can usually deal with impacts of, at most, eight hundred pounds of force. We also tend to pull our punches unless we get very angry. Unconscious control of one’s abilities is just another joy of being an immortal. Get on the funny looking treadmill and start running.”
“What do you think can possibly go wrong?” Kilanus begins running, but after three or four minutes of doing her top speed, something in the machine burns out. The speed testing treadmill simply stops in the middle of the test and the blond girl runs into the wall. As she gets to her feet, Kilanus looks at the dent in the wall that is shaped just like her.
“That had to hurt. I knew I should have put more than a forty mile-per-hour limit on the treadmill. We have about two more tests before I do what your mom really wanted. Hurry up.”
“You didn’t answer my question,” says Kilanus. She is put into a large, glass box that is pulled up to the ceiling by a pulley system. Hundreds of tiny lasers are on the box’s surface and once Mindtrigger hits a blue button, the violet lasers start firing inside the box. To make things even worse, the violet beams bounce around for a little over a minute before disappearing and being replaced by another one. As time goes on, the lasers become more numerous and faster.
“Let me answer your question. Your mother never puts much thought into her plans and this one is just a way for her to release some of her pent up anger. She doesn’t really care if the planet guardians win or die during this mission. As long as she hits something very hard, and she can hit very hard, your mother will be happy. Are you doing okay in there?”
“I’m fine. What is this box supposed to test? How long before I get pissed off and break something?” She is busy bouncing and dodging lasers like a demented kangaroo on a sugar rush. As soon as the violet beam gets an inch away from her body, the immortal quickly jumps, ducks, or twists out of the way. When the tight, ebony garbed girl has finally had enough of the exercise, Kilanus smashes through the box’s floor and lands gracefully on the ground.
“Not bad. Your reflexes and flexibility are astounding. I’d take a guess that you could dodge super sonic attacks and practically bend your body in half. That’s better than anybody unless in the Black Tower. Adriana would find some real use for that particular move if she could accomplish it,” says the scientist while a small, three-legged robot begins to clean up the shards of glass.
“That’s something I never wanted to know about,” mutters Kilanus as she leans against the wall and takes in a deep, strong breath.
“Sorry. I thought you knew everything about her . . . hobby. Anyway, your flexibility is slightly above average, which proves that Fate’s connection to you is next to nothing. He’s very agile, but not as flexible as you are. We can skip the durability test if you would tell me how long it takes for your left big toe to grow back. I’ll just mention the durability test deals with many hammers and knives.”
“I don’t want to know. It takes approximately two and a half days to grow my left big toe back. Is that a good or bad thing?”
“It’s average. For some reason, the left big toe heals slower than every other part of an immortal’s body. Your limbs would take up to an hour and your other body parts would take around one day. This is without putting any conscious effort into the healing factor. Now, let me just lock the doors and we can finish the examination.” Mindtrigger starts pulling out normal medical equipment from a drawer while a cushioned table rises under Kilanus.
“Don’t worry about a thing, dear. I will be as gentle as I possibly can. At least, you’re not as nervous as Hellax because panicking only makes the examination long and rather difficult. Now, lie down on the table and take off your clothes. Please.”
“What the hell are you talking about? My clothes are not coming off, you ancient pervert!” yells Kilanus. The table clamps down on her limbs, but she eventually breaks free and tries to run through the door.
“Just calm down. Adriana asked me to do a full medical check up on you. I am a skilled physician as well as a talented scientist and I won’t do anything that would be considered unprofessional. Now, take off your clothes and get on the padded table like a good little patient. Just leave your underwear on.”
“That could be a problem since I’m not wearing any. I’m out of here,” says Kilanus. She knees Mindtrigger in the stomach before two large robots enter the room and they attempt to get her ready. Both robots are beyond repair after a few minutes, although they do manage to get most of her clothes off in one piece. Only her shirt has been ripped into shreds because of her constant thrashing about. Throughout the entire examination the blond screams and complains like a five-year-old.
“On days like this I think that I should have listened to my mother and become a dentist,” thinks Mindtrigger before a quick, bare foot hits him in his nose.