Episode 2 - Reunion, Part 2
The Professor held up the reports next to the X-Ray, in near total shock of what he was seeing. Without the information gained from the report, it looked like just a simple brain scan, maybe an indention or two in the wrong place but could have been written off as a concussion or damage from a car accident or something similar. Then the eyes went to the report. The interior of the skull was completely dry. Nothing, no chemicals that supported life, or kept the brain running were within the skull. In fact, if the report was to be believed, it was like the skull itself had been turned into a vacuum state.
“Dear Guardians…” The Professor mumbled to himself as he eyed the report again, his eyes locked onto every word, every number that he could see. Each reading zero, or “unable to detect”.
The coroner shook slightly, trying to regain his composure but the Professor could tell, even not looking back at him, that his mind was trying to comprehend what was going on. “I saw the report, and I couldn’t believe it. Brain Chemicals? Adrenaline, Pure Adrenaline, just…” He muttered to himself again, the shock having obviously gotten to him.
“Can I take these back up with me, have a look at them in my office?” The Professor spoke. Best to keep with the facade, and not add to the older man’s troubles, hearing him as he slowly slid back into a chair, the creaks and groans from the stretching metal as the coroner settled into it. All he could do was nod at the request, his hands covering his face, his stomach twisting and turning in his gut.
He quickly stuffed both the X-Ray and the reports into his green jacket pocket, trying to be careful as to not bend the x-ray anymore than was necessary. He was feeling sick, doing so, holding that bit of information from the coroner, even if he couldn’t understand the specifics of how chemicals in the brain could be stolen to the point it was for that poor individual on the table. For him, for this moment, he had to find out the answer, so he headed back for the door out of the morgue, when he ran face to face in front of a police officer.
Rather, a police detective. A woman, in her late 40s, with slightly thinning black hair, with a long since burned in orange streak in it from a wild youth long since passed her by. Her brown eyes looked at his face with almost immediate recognition, although she tried to keep her cool, the Professor caught a quick smile forming on her old sun-kissed lips, cracked from age, but still, even with the slight wrinkles of age on her face and the general feeling of tiredness, she gave off some sense of adventure, even as the two looked direct at each other.
“I believe…” She spoke with a slightly authoritative voice, to hide her surprise and joy that was quickly becoming clear on her face. “That we both need a conference over that information, Doctor.” She looked him right in the eye. “After all, that is my case you’re walking off with vital evidence for.”
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It annoyed her. Everything about this situation annoyed the red headed doctor, especially given how and what she needed to do in order to just get primitive pickings to her. However, having been here for a few months, she had learned a few things for example. Instead of preying or testing on the ones who came in at random, she learned to get the right age group she needed for her experiments, by using the young’s ability and desire to impress and show off. All it took was a little meddling, even with this planet’s primitive Artificial Intelligence systems, a pink pigmented paper, and the deal was made.
Next, she needed to get the situation out. Then came this individual she was now meeting with in the parking garage to the hospital, both of them bound up in coats as the cold air ran and searched to get to any bare skin that it could, searching for warmth. A primitive punk in their own right, all she could see is the big sunglasses that adorn their face, and a mask that still was unable to hide the frosty air coming from it.
“You got the goods?” That was another thing that drove her mad about this individual, the way they talked, cutting out verbs and vowels and speaking almost in tongues, it drove her mad just standing here with them.
“They are in my office, as usual.” The red haired doctor spoke back to her young friend. “And might I add just how dangerous it is for you to be meeting me out here in the open?”
“Just some insurance, doc, so nuthin’ cuts me out of this situation.” Internally she groaned. If only she didn’t- For the briefest of moments, her eye caught something, at the door, hearing for one of the nearby “automobiles” that earthlings used to travel around from place to place. Two people, two unique, and stand out people who would stick out from the crowd.. One of them was that infuriating police detective who drove her just as mad as the person before her, but the other one was what had her eye on more. The coat. The green coat, which clung to the man walking with the detective, with an odd expression upon his face. Her eyes sparkled, and a chuckle, a muffled chuckle anyway, hid within the scarf. Perhaps things got a lot more interesting after all.
“Doc?” The ruffian spoke back to her. “Doc, ya hearin’ me?”
She looked to the now-useless man before her, the teenager ruffian, the now purely sack of chemicals and- Her mind then clicked into place. Every experiment, no matter how small, needs test subjects to prove a theory after all, especially one as important as Adrenaline rushes. Her ruby red lips smirked, as she offered the ruffian a hand. “I have been.” She spoke. “And I think for all the hard work you’ve done, you deserve a little…bonus, for helping me unload some of those papers.” Internally, she almost laughed, seeing the ruffian straighten up, taking the compliments right on the chin. Primitives are always easy to control, in one of two ways. Either by power and showing one’s control, or by flattering them with simple responses in order to get them to do what you wished.
So as she walked the ruffian into the hospital, she slowly put her hand into her pocket, feeling the needle she had at the ready, her ruby red lips curled into a tiny smile. Things just got a lot more interesting for her, as the doors shut behind the two.
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Some time later, the Professor and the female Traffic detective found themselves back in her precinct, back on HER home turf for a change. The common room wasn’t something to write home about, a large room about the size of a school gymnasium, full of desks from wall to wall, about 15 to 20, maybe more, with papers and filing cabinets and water fountains and coffee machines, it was like a writer’s room for a daytime soap opera, that’s not adding in the noises from drunken drivers at desks, computer hums, the old lights, barely any peace and quiet for anyone. Yet, shoved in the back of the room, at her own desk, the two found such a moment. The woman worked on her typewriter, writing out a report, taking a couple looks in the Professor’s direction as she worked, looking over the coroner’s report, to make sure her report was full and complete.
The Professor looked a little annoyed however at the situation, having spent some time now in what he felt was the hot seat. “Now l-”
She raised a finger to him to be quiet.
“Now wait-”
She raised another finger, pulling out a notepad and putting it between the two of them, and a pen at the ready, making a swirling motion around the room. Open ears. With that clear, she nods slightly, and with her other hand quickly writes down on the notepad. “Hello, Teach.”
The Professor slowly looked to the notepad, then to the woman, squinting his eyes, as he looked at her hair, and then her eyes. Those brown eyes, that spark something deep within his memory of a long time ago, of a much different man, a young man with long silver hair that slowly flowed from his head, and whose hearts beat out kindness with every skip, to relearn the emotion with full force, after everything the war had done to him, and after everything he did after the war to try and bury every wound that ached and burned within him. As the memories slowly came to him, she smiled slightly at him, looking around again to make sure no one else was watching them, as she wrote another line down on the paper.
“Everything alright?”
The Professor looked at her with genuine interest on his face. He knew this woman, he knew it, but given his recent regeneration, even if his mind was back together, it was like trying to find a needle in a haystack on trying to recall who, so his eyes slowly examined the desk before him, the older computer set up and at the ready to be used, the typewriter all ready and cleaned, obviously taken care of, like it was a familiar piece to her work, other odds and ends that one would expect, a name plate…Lily Winters. In bold, gold lettering, right on the desk before him, spoke the name of this woman. Lily Winters. Detective Lily Winters, Traffic Division.
His mind harkened back to the two companions he had when he was the kind young man, with silver hair that shone like shiny metal in certain lights. Back then, he never thought he would take on companions again, especially after his first attempts after losing one…hurt him, in far more ways than one could imagine. But, his hearts latched quickly onto two individuals who he met on his travels soon after he transformed into his Sixth face. One of which was a living scarecrow from a land of magic, who he had offered help to find what he was missing, and he never could figure it out, even when asked about it, he just knew that something was missing and wanted to find it somehow. It was this quest in which he found his own heart, compassion for the very creatures who he was built to scare away, and created for them when he finally made it home a sanctuary for them, a farm for them to be safe and merry to them.
A family to call his own.
As he looked at the nameplate on her desk, a memory struck him, of his other companion during that time, of a 16 year old rebel, who wanted an avenue of escape away from the toils of near modern day Earth, around the turn of the millennium, trying to find a way and find out just what type of person she wanted to be, and how she truly felt.
He slowly turned to this woman, this female detective, and a grin slowly creeped across his lips, as the aura of recognition slowly came across his mind, to the point he didn’t even notice himself take the pin from the notepad and quickly write down the word “Lily?”
The female detective slowly nodded in response, giving back a small smile to her old friend, almost in shock at seeing him like this, her friend from so long ago reborn into this new face, with new clothes, everything different. She grinned, taking the pen and quickly wrote on the notepad. “I know you told me about how you change your face, but I never-” She paused a bit, still in a bit of a shock at seeing her friend after all these years. “It’s just so nice to see you.”
“How long has it been?” He quickly scribbled down in response.
“30 years, Teach.” She can see the shock on his face now, as she was writing the number down like some kind of host, or the woman who turned the letters on the Wheel of Fortune (Why she never even bothered to learn her name, well, she just never clicked with game shows, she found them to be too much like a scam, given where she had worked for so long), but now here she was, face to face with her best friend again, who quickly took another look around their surroundings, before looking back, and slowly pointing at her with disbelief. She chuckled, and nodded.
“Shocking choice of career, isn’t it Teach?”
“Am I still talking to the same Lily?” The two chuckled again at that response. “Forgive me, Lily, I understand we have to keep our conversation on paper, given, well, how insane it might sound to some of these people.”
“Insane?” She quickly scribbled. “Teach, whenever I have someone ask about Jack, I had to say it was someone in cosplay, or someone dressed up for Halloween!” She smiled a bit, feeling the picture she kept in her coat pocket for a moment, her old heart aching as her memories of her youth, traveling the Multiverse when she was a teenager with the man of kindness and the living scarecrow. “I’m already trying to be forced out after 25 years, that’ll just be the ticket for them to sign me out and go.”
“Forced out?” He looked at her with sad interest. “What do you mean, forced out?”
“After 20 years, Teach, they like to have new faces come in, and so they will try or do anything to make you retire and take the pension and head out.” She looked at him, giving him a slight smile to cheer him up, as she ripped off the page, and quickly folded it into her desk. “But enough about that, what brought you here, Teach? What made you so scared about these reports?”
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The sounds of the heart monitor nearly drove her mad, as she watched her newest test subject with interest. Having marked the hospital room with a quarantine sign, here the red haired doctor could have perfect silence in testing her newest test, that is, given the loud beeping of that archaic contraption she is forced to use along with whatever she happened to have on her person.
Laying on the hospital bed, hooked up with enough machines he could have been confused with the six million dollar man, was the ruffian who not even a few minutes ago was a crucial part in her plan for chemical collection. Well, that was, until she saw the man with the green coat with the detective leaving, anyway. Now, his usefulness is that of a different shade, a different purpose to his life, that just might be able to solve both her experiment, and that damn problem before it even gets off the ground. With the flick of her wrist, she unsheathes another syringe, full of adrenaline chemical, mixed with a few more chemicals of her own devising, and slowly injected it into the ruffian’s vein in their neck, as she watched the heart monitor momentarily spike, before returning to normal, a grin forming across her ruby red lips as she checked her glass screen device, watching the brain activity.
“Malleable, and useful, as usual, Earthlings.” She said with a slight pause, watching the activity chars go wild as the now 3rd dose of adrenaline hit the brain, making it all light up on overdrive, the smirk on her face getting wider and wider. “A perfect use for Golem-like creation, had I gained the full marks I needed, however, this shall suffice for now.” With that, she slowly leaned down next to the ruffian’s right ear, putting her mouth close enough so there would be no doubt in them hearing her commands.
“There is a man that endangers our work.” The ruffian’s eyes snapped open, bloodshot and crazed, but his mouth looked almost glued shut, staring blankly into the ceiling with a wild expression, his fingers having clawed up, gripping tight onto the hospital bed’s mattress. The animal instinct had taken over, and all that remained within the mind of the ruffian was now that of the hunter’s instinct. The red haired doctor grinned with delight at seeing this. Of course it was a little butchered, nothing like she had hoped, but this was her first test run, and she had a lot more to test, so seeing how they reacted to each and every sound, watching its head twitch to the beeps on the heart monitor, gave her a sort of proud ecstasy building in her cold, calculating hearts. “He wears a green coat, as dark as the forest leaves. He seeks to ruin our work. He must be stopped, by any means necessary. Do you understand?”
The creature she had created let out an animalistic snarl, saliva forming fast on the once glued lips, its teeth bare to the elements, grinding against each other as it clawed and tore at the hospital bed’s mattress, digging their fingers deeper and deeper within the mattress. She almost laughed, seeing the results of her experiment so clearly on the Earthling, as she slowly stepped back, to give it some room, before pointing to the window. “Now go.” She said with deep authority in her voice. “Hunt the green man, and his friend.” She stared at the creature as it leaped to the floor, snarling and growling, its mind reverting back with every moment, turning more and more into a sort of feral creature with each passing thought. The red haired doctor, however, looked annoyed at her new creature not hearing her order. “HUNT!” She yelled out, and that time, the creature responded, rushing for the window and crashing its was through, full force and balled up, before hurrying out into the small city like some kind of rabid animal, sniffing the air as it ran. Slowly, the red haired doctor walked to the window, watching it run out of view, before letting herself indulge with a little chuckle.
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With the medical reports sprawled out on Lily’s desk, the picture became quickly clear, thanks to the help of a lamp the Professor found crammed into one of the closets lining the common room’s walls that weren’t full of posters and pictures and gods knows what else over nearly 45 years of use. On that lamp, taped carefully as to allow them to see most of it with angled lighting, was the X-Ray the Professor took with him when he took the reports and headed out of the morgue with quickened expediency.
“Drained…” That’s all Lily could mutter as she looked over all of the records, reading each one in her head, running her finger down each one to make sure she was seeing things correctly. Zero. Zero. Unable to Verify. Too small to count. Each verdict, each test that read like that gave Lily more and more goosebumps down the back of her neck, working in tandem with the colder and colder shiver that was working its way down her spine. “How can someone be drained of their brain chemicals and show no damage in the X-Ray?”
“She always was like that, especially after the war…” The Professor’s voice was more colder as his eyes are locked onto the X-Ray, seeing the small tell-tale signs of puncture into the skull, the iv needle holes that unless you were specifically looking for them and knew what you were looking for, they would simply be passed off as ink smudges or shadows on the X-Ray. He slowly took a couple post-it arrows, and posted them to point at the two holes on the top of the skull, feeling sick every moment he continued to look at the shimmering photo, before his eyes finally drifted away and he turned his attention back to Lily.
“She?” She asked The Professor, seeing his disgust in his face as he tried not to look at any of the papers on her desk.
“Ushas.” The Professor spoke with such authority, an authority which she had not heard before come from his voice, the deep seeded anger and contempt for what he had seen in these reports, sparking memories of long ago he would rather not remember with present company, especially seeing in her face how much she was worried, although if it was entirely aimed at him, or if some of that worry was about the situation unfolding on these pieces of paper before them was unknown. “You would know her by a different name, and a different face from long ago, long before the war corrupted her way of thinking and her styles of experimentation.” He cleared out his throat by coughing a bit, just so he can whisper even more softly. “You would know them as the Rani.”
“The…” Lily’s eyes ballooned. “The Rani…The woman who had Jack all those years ago?”
It was a long time ago, one of their first adventures together, when the Professor had discovered that, like he himself had found safety from beyond the confines of their home universe, so too did the Rani, although while the Professor learned, studied, and helped the people he came across, all the Rani could see was new avenues of experimentation and modification through genetics and chemistry. It was a freak meeting and eventual capture that led the silver haired man and the teenage rebel to meet the living scarecrow, and it was this meeting that gave the Professor the first tastes of both friendship and family, helping them escape while hoping to stop the Rani’s mad dash across the multiverse searching for new subjects and avenues of science to explore.
Sadly, as the Professor’s eyes slowly rose up to see that X-Ray again, and the medical reports scattered all across his old friend’s desk, the deep, deep sense of dream hit him all at once all over again. “The very same.” He spoke in a somber tone. “But long after the war had gone and done it’s work to her.”
“The war?” Lily spoke, looking at her old friend with sorrow, genuinely sorry about the next question she had to ask. “You mean the…”
He nodded in response, his eyes starting to glaze slightly over, the thousand yard stare settling in, as the memories came back to him, or rather, the stories of what he was told about her and what he could gather since their last encounter.
“You met an incarnation of her from before the war. Before the war, she only took just the right amount she would need, you see, to hide any sort of evidence that she would be there at all, Just a chemical or two, spread out, and hid amongst the populace until she could take off and got bored.” He then slowly picked up one of the medical reports, specifically the one which ran the scans on the poor individual’s cranial cavity. “The War changed her. Made her far more bolder. She no longer hid her activities. Hell, some of the horror stories about the war…” He shook his head, not wanting to get off track, and from what he could tell from Lily’s face, it was best not to scare her more than what needed to be. “She stockpiled. Took everything she could on the possibility she would need something to use.”
“But why?” Lily asked, trying to keep her voice down. Even though over 30 years had past, here she was, like she was young again, like on a science fiction show talking about aliens from other planets and stolen body chemicals, gadgets and things and who knew what else would pop out of the woodwork. She was not a simple 25-year Traffic Division detective, she was once again a fascinated youth about the life her friends lived. “Why do this, and how would she stay hidden?”
“She would probably use a disguise here to keep herself at least somewhat hidden. While she had changed in this manner, she is known still in some circles as a Master of Disguise, as to hide from prying eyes while she collected what she needed.” He saw the lightbulb click right over Lily’s head as she spoke. The Professor raised his eyebrow, confused, as she quickly opened the desk’s middle drawer and pulled out fast the old driving permit, the fake, the very thing that started her down this case which led to her reliving her past. She almost felt sick now, holding it in her hands, as she slowly laid it down in front of the Professor.
“We’ve been tracking some low level rings, using these, giving them to teenagers…” She spoke softly, looking to her old friend as he took the paper and examined it, she noticed almost immediately that he kept tossing it back and forth like he was playing an internal game of hot potato, like the paper was as hot as a pizza straight from the brick oven.
“This should not exist here.” He spoke again, with a little anger undercutting the words. “You can just feel it, not even reading it, feels off…” He looked to her, slowly putting the paper down, and taking her hand, to comfort her. “Has anyone gotten hurt from this?”
“A lot, kids who get them think the moment they’re behind the wheel, the knowledge will have struck them and they would be perfect drivers.” She slowly looked down at the paper again, the phony driver’s permit. “All of them end up in the hospital…”
The silence was deafening.
A bombshell, a large rock dropped in the pool and the shockwaves bouncing every which way, as the realization slowly fell onto both of their faces.
“The Hospital…” Lily said first, her eyes ballooning once again.
“What better place to get chemicals than right under the noses of everyone…” The Professor looked at her with a somewhat shocked expression plastered right across his face. “Hide out amongst the doctors and get the ingredients she requires right from patients and no one would be the wiser…”
Lily slowly looked at her friend, before quickly standing up, dusting herself off and quickly collecting the papers back into a folder, before slipping it under her arm. “We have to stop her, Professor, who knows what else she could do if left alone, the people stockpiling into those hospital rooms…”
Meanwhile, while the two talked inside the police precinct, that unknown variable that had Lily terrified, the creature the red ha- no, the Rani had created, had finally found the scent of the one who wanted to harm or ruin their master’s work. With a snarl, he watched from the window, mostly hidden away, as the two darted for the parking lot, the front door. This was its moment. It quickly snarled and growled, hurrying into one of the nearby bushes with a sort of malevolent intent plastered all across its face, as it sniffed the air for the scent, and waited for the green coat to arrive.
Each second made it grow more and more frustrated, would it have to enter the building to find the prey? Eventually, it showed itself fruitful, as the entrance opened, and the scent was massive. He was leaving. With one good leap, and all of the rage building further and further within its rapidly racing heart, beating like a wild tiger just about to pounce on its prey. Just when the scent became unbearable, he leaped out of the bushes and pounced.
All that his ears could hear, in that moment, was the bloodcurdling scream that reverberated through the air.