Chapter 9

“Well, well. I guess my old colleague has come to help these heroes.” Dr. Méndez mused, “I can’t wait to finally show them what truly I can now do.” Christopher felt a pain in his stomach, which traveled down into his legs. He ran to his wheelchair, and infused the blood formula keeping him alive. Dr. Myer thought he’d gone crazy, that he needed help. No, he was just fine. He just needed more time. He got back up after a good amount of blood went into his system, and he looked at the canisters that now lay on his desk. Each holding one of the heroes blood, and their abilities. He needed more time!

“Sir, we have no new information on the hero's state.” Said his general, “Are you planning on going again?” The soldier must have seen the doctor looking at the canisters.

Dr. Méndez smiled, “Yes, but this time will be a bit different. By now they probably know of my dying, from Myer. I need to increase my power as they have increased theirs. It’s time to focus on the serum once more.” Dr. Méndez eyed the blood vessels with aw, and even stroked one of them.

“When shall we prepare for?” Asked his general.

Dr. Méndez turned to him, as it was a simple question. “Immediately.” Said the doctor, the soldier nodded and ran out of the room. “They know what they're up against now, might as well level the playing field.” The doctor felt the smile increase on his face, but he knew he wasn’t insane. He’d know. He always knows.