Chapter 9

Dr. Méndez was having a very lucky and unlucky day, he went through his lab and saw everything that they did to it. He went over to his machines, and pulled out the blood samples he’d gotten from all of them. It would have to do for now, Red Dash though had an idea halfway. He pulled out the major drawing tube, and saw what it had gotten. Only a few drops, not even enough to administer. The doctor took a deep breath, then he stood up and went into his superspeed mode and destroyed the entire lab. Once he again noticed how tired he was, he sat back down into his chair. Red Dash’s blood was the only thing that could fully heal the doctor, but the blood from the others will have to do for now. They wouldn’t have the full effect, but they would at least work.

His general ran into the room, “Sir, the teenagers have escaped.”

“Even the red one?” The doctor asked,

“Yes sir.”

The doctor sighed, and went back to his office. He put his note board onto the big screen, and started writing possible solutions to his predicament. At first he wrote how to trap the superheroes, but then he got an idea. One that could either save his life, or end it.

“Sir, do you have any further orders for us?” Asked his general,

The doctor shook his head, then looked up. “Yes, I need you to create me something. A suit, one instead of Black and Red like Red Dash’s. One that's Black and gray.”

The soldier nodded, “What may I ask, would this be for?”

“I think it’s time these children see who they're up against, and how there's only one winning side here.” The doctor looked at old suit designs he’d made a long time ago, when he got his powers. “Dark Dash is coming for you, Red Dash.”