When you've spent the majority of your life on the street, huddled with random strangers under the warm muffler of a parked truck with the hope of belaying, but for a moment, the steely frost of winter's night, you begin to acquire a certain sense about the world. A special sort of intuition, owned by the few and honed by years of paying dearly for one's mistakes. For instance, that intuition was currently warning him: the season was shifting. Though most were currently basking in the radiance of cloudless skies and greenery flush and full of life, thoughts of a cold harsh winter as far afrom their minds as ancient history, Huey could feel it in his very bones. Perhaps it was the shallow howling of the trees or maybe the brisk pace at which the wind whipped about, but it was definitely getting colder outside. Soon, the days would grow ever shorter, the nights longer and more frigid. The boy looked down at himself as he walked, making a face. Dirty scrawny arms, tattered shirt, and a pair of shorts. At the very least, he'd have to acquire for himself a jacket and soon. It's no fun being homeless
and cold.
He'd made that mistake before.
It was his intuition more than anything else that guided him in all things. It drove him. Defined him. It allowed him to know where
not to be. Who
not to steal from. When to run and not hide, or hide and not run. When all else failed, he always came back to that gut instinct, that solid insight into how the world
really worked. Always... and it had yet to go wrong for him. His continued existence was proof.
And that's what so unnerved him now.
He was an excellent judge of people, or at least he considered himself so. It was one of the many perks of his intuition. Inevitably, the moment occurs in any situation with a stranger where you find yourself asking:
is this someone I should trust? Over the years, he'd bet his life on the answer to that question. More than once. Yet, even after spending a full two weeks as Neer's lackey, his intuition floundered to deliver a concrete answer. He simply felt nothing from her.
Absolutely nothing. He couldn't tell if she was a threat and he should have his defenses up or if she was cool and he was just being paranoid. It was like trying to gauge the emotional consistency of a television.
Huey sighed, coming to a stop a few meters behind a gaggle of people. They were all overlooking a field of kids playing soccer, most of them around Huey's age. Some were cheering. It was a mini-game they held weekly. A bunch of neighborhood kids and their parents would come out and play each other just for fun. Huey knew this because he spent a lot of time at this particular park, especially during the the warm days.
Looking beyond the field to a series of old benches clear on the other side of the park, Huey spotted what looked like his current boss, Neer. She was right where she said she'd be.
Neer wore a loose-fitting one-piece over which she sported her trusty white lab coat, her lengthy silverish hair billowing out behind her in the wind. Huey squinted at her, shifting the plastic bag in his grasp. Even though Neer was merely sitting on an old rusty bench, one leg neatly folded over the other, she somehow gave off the look of a foreign dignitary perched high atop her throne. Her impenetrable black shades certainly didn't help the issue, either.
Yes. "Television" was an accurate simile. It described Neer perfectly. Whenever Huey conversed with her, she seemed to be playing back some set of pre-recorded responses, like he wasn't saying anything she wasn't already prepared for. He'd met girls like that before, but none so... so
perfect at it as she was. It was downright distressing.
Huey turned away from the cheering strangers and began walking down a path that ran parallel to the playing field and Neer's current location, the thin plastic bag in his hands swinging to and fro.
Was she someone he should trust?
Huey took the long way around the park, circling around to Neer's position. When he made his way out of the shrubbery several minutes later, he was staring straight at the back of her head. If she noticed he'd appeared a few meters behind her, it didn't show.
Despite himself, a smirk touched Huey's lips.
He began to sneak across the expanse that separated him from the bench upon which she sat, one foot after the other, careful to avoid jostling the plastic bag in his grip and remain as silent as possible. It only took him a moment to get within arm's reach of the woman, and she had yet to react. Perhaps she didn't even know he was there.
Huey's smirk morphed into a full on grin as he reached out towards her. He wasn't sure why he wanted to scare her, but whatever. Maybe it'd make him feel better to know she didn't have all the answersâthat something could actually surprise her. Or maybeâ
"Thirty-six," Neer called out suddenly. Huey hesitated, then froze. She didn't speak loud enough for her voice to carry far, but she didn't speak soft enough for her words to go unheard.
Afterwards, both Neer and Huey remained quiet. The ambient melody of kids hard at play could be heard in the distance. For several seconds, it was the only sound on the air.
Again, Neer was first to speak. This time a little softer, as if addressing Huey directly.
"Thirty-six breaths per minute." Neer turned her head, gazing over her shoulder, her posture still relaxed. She tapped her ear twice with her index finger. "It's what I heard. That's how fast you were breathing just now. Thirty-six breaths per minute." Her voice took on a certain quality, as if she were lecturing to a student.
"Quite fast for your age. Makes you sound suspicious." She turned back to face the field.
"If you're gonna sneak up on me, you'll have to do better than that."Huey had to stop his jaw from hanging agape.
"Seriously? You heard me breathing?"Neer chuckled as Huey made his way around the bench. Surprisingly, it was a pleasant sound. Huey plopped down on the other side of the bench, as far away from her as possible. He set the plastic bag down between his feet and rummaged through its contents with both hands, like a pirate digging for treasure. From within the bag he pulled a handful of thick platinum tubes. He set them atop his lap gently, as if he were dealing with precious cargo.
"Do you have my change?" Neer asked.
"Nope," Huey responded simply, taking up one of the thick tube-like items into his hands.
"Burrito guy said he doesn't give change." He began to peel back the silvery sleeve, revealing the tan-colored wrap of a stuffed burrito. Without wasting a second, he shoved it into his mouth like a feral animal, tearing off a massive chunk.
It was a moment until Neer spoke again.
"When's the last time you washed yourself?"Huey gave her a look, raised eyebrow and all.
"Are you tryin' to be funny?""I didn't just hear you, Huey. I could smell you." She put emphasis on the word.
"You should considered bathing regularly."Huey considered her for a moment before tearing another chunk off his burrito. And then another. And another, disappearing the foodstuff entirely. He then grabbed a second burrito and began devouring it, too.
"You can't meet with the Wickeds smelling like you crawled out the sewer."Huey swallowed hard, his gaze darting over to Neer before returning forward.
"I'm not gonna get naked around you."Neer chuckled.
"Why? My lab has a shower. The shower has a door. I won't be there. Your logic does not follow."Instead of answering, Huey focused on devouring the food before him. Seven burritos in total, and he'd just finished the fifth. He began unwrapping the sixth.
"I've been a prisoner in your crazy lab forever now. There's cameras everywhere." He took a bite.
"Knowing you, I bet they're in the bathroom, too.""But that's beside the point, my dear Huey."At that, Huey stood, catching the final unopened burrito in his free hand. Neer threw him a look full of curiosity, her eyebrows raised high past her shades as if to dare:
come at me, then. He took a few steps closer to her and then plopped down again so that they were at most a foot apart. With him so close, the difference in their heights became stark. Without turning to look up at her, Huey raised his hand, offering Neer the final burrito.
"Ah, no thanks," she said. For the first time ever, she sounded... surprised?
Huey looked up at her.
"What, you can't eat human food?""The majority of my upper digestive tract is intact, yes, but I know how important your calories are to you. I'll just refuel back at the lab. You eat it.""Refuel?" Huey stared at her for a moment longer before shrugging.
"Weirdo." Huey slowed his voracious consumption his own burrito to the point that he was only taking small bites. He was also chewing slowly, as if mulling something over in his head. After a few minutes, he spoke.
"Sooo... why are we out here again?""I enjoy seeing people in their natural habitats." Neer replied, eyes focused on the soccer match that was wrapping up downfield.
Huey looked up at her again, squinting suspiciously.
"Their what?""Habitats. Their natural environments. Plus, I try to take time outside the lab every now and then."Huey opened his mouth as if to speak, but then closed it. He seemed to be gathering the courage to say something. That much was apparent. It was Neer who spoke first, though. Her eyes were still focused downfield.
"Well?"Again, Huey stood.
"How about..." He pointed to Neer.
"You. Finally take this stupid thing," he continued, point at the gunmetal-gray collar around his neck.
"Off me? I won't try to run away or anything, I swear."Neer's eyes were still to the field.
"It was never to stop you from running away.""Okay... then what is it for?"It took her a second to respond.
"It'sâyouâare helping me with a favor I owe.""A... a favor? To who?! That's not fairâ!"Before Huey even finished his sentence, Neer had twisted the fabric of the boy's collar between the fingers of her cold mechanical hand, pulling him towards her. Huey could do nothing but flinch backwards, though he wasn't nearly fast enough to escape her range or strong enough to withstand her pull. In the next moment, they were face to face.
"Huey," Neer began, a stepford smile adorning her lips.
"Do you trust me?"And there it was. The question he'd been putting off for weeks. Ironically enough, it was her that was asking
him. On the one hand, she was his best chance to meet the Wicked Ones... probably. She was his only lead. If he didn't manage to join the Wicked Ones soon, his old friends would be in big trouble.
On the other hand...
Well, on the other hand, she could be a complete liar, and that meant he was in imminent danger.
In the midst of searching for a response, Huey's gaze dropped off until his eyes met with the floor. Neer took that as her cue to continue.
"Well," she began, bringing Huey even closer. Their faces were now mere millimeters apart. His breath caught in his chest, his face flushing red slightly. By this point, it was obvious that Neer was very fond of making him squirm.
"I trust you, Huey. I trust you to be patient. If you can do that for me, we'll both eventually get what we want." She let go of his shirt.
"Deal?"Huey grimaced, pursing his lips.
"Fine. Whatever." Shoulders slumped, he took a step backwards, defeated.
"I'll just let you get back to..." He waved his hand about, motioning generally towards the people playing the soccer match in the distance.
"Eyeing these people with ill intent."Neer leaned back and barked out a laugh. It was somewhat startling.
"If I were really the evil monster of your nightmares, Huey," she began, tilting her head to the side, her hair falling down around her eyes. Her sunglasses, jostled from their resting placed across the bridge of her nose, now rested a bit further down, revealing her piercing golden eyes like two miniature suns boring into the core of his being.
"Wouldn't that be immediately obvious?"Instead of answering, he turned his back to her.
"I'll meet you at the park entrance when you're ready to go."As Huey walked away, Neer noticed that he'd left something on the bench. It was one of his burritosâthe one he'd offered her earlier. He must've left it for her. Neer stared at the cylindrical foodstuff for several moments before taking it in her hands and slowly unwrapping it. She then sniffed it once. Twice. Before taking a bite.
Neer's "lab" was really a one-bedroom studio apartment on the basement floor of an otherwise tenant-less building. It had a single entrance, and that was a staircase located in the back alley along the side of the building. Huey, shoulders hunched, hands in his pockets, was the first to round the corner and approach the staircase. He was walking a dozen or so paces in front of Neer, who was taking her merry time.
She guessed he was still mad about not getting the collar off. She let out a silent sigh, picking up her pace slightly.
"Neer!" Came a shout. It was Huey.
With mechanical assistance from her cybernetic leg, Neer blasted down the remainder of the sidewalk in a second, bending the corner and sliding to a halt beside Huey, sparks flying as the metal bottoms of her shoes contacted the swollen bits of asphalt that lined the alleyway.
"What?" She asked, her voice calm. They were standing atop the flight of stairs that lead down to the lab's entrance.
In response to her question, Huey pointed at the rusting silver door... and that's when Neer noticed.
The door was slightly ajar. The mechanical lock that kept the door in place had been melted, as if by acid.
Someone had broken into her lab.Moving past Huey, Neer stormed down the concrete steps, her footfalls thundering like blows from Thor's hammer. If there were people in there, they definitely heard her. Not like she was trying to be quiet. Instead of storming in, however, she stopped at the door and placed her hand on the adjacent wall. A metal panel slid upwards, revealing a series of five ports. The tips of Neer's fingers seemed to slide back into themselves, like one of those collapsing monoculars. Without missing a beat, Neer clicked her fingers into the ports and, in the same moment, disengaged, her fingers returning to normal.
She turned.
"Let's go.""Uh, are you sure? We could just wait for the whoever it is out here, right?"Neer responded with a sneer.
"We don't have to. One of my traps caught them. Two of them."And so it did. As Neer and Huey entered the lab, they immediately saw the would-be thievesâwoefully incapacitated. They had several dozen metallic ropes going horizontally across their bodies, wrapping them from the neck down, rendering them unable to move. They looked like huge earthworms... or massive wrapped burritos. Huey snickered under his breath.
As Neer moved forward, Huey halted upon seeing the thwarted thieves' faces. He was visibly taken aback.
"They're just girls!" Huey said, matter-of-factly. This fact seemed to embolden him, since he ran up to secure a better view.
"Wow."And they were just girls. Two girls. Black hair. Blue eyes. Sisters, by the look of them. They were dressed in rags, so they were obviously slum kids looking to make a quick buck. Unfortunately, they chose the wrong house to try and rob.
"Good for them," Neer responded, walking up to stand beside Huey.
The girls gave Neer the stink eye, one of them growling softly.
"Hey, what's your name?" Huey asked the elder girl.
In response, the girl took her eyes off of Neer and focused on Huey. She frowned. Huey, curious, leaned in a little closer.
And that's when she attacked. Her lips curled away from her teeth into a semicircle and out from her mouth flew a wad of spit, aimed straight at Huey's face. For his part, Huey backed up immediately, but he wasn't fast enough to avoid whatever it was. Luckily, Neer reached out her hand with all the speed and accuracy of a machine. The spitwad collided with Neer's open palm instead of Huey's face, glomming onto the metal like putty.
And then it began to melt. Or, that's what it seemed like. Neer brought her hand to her face, analyzing the damage.
"What the hell was that?" Huey asked, his attention shifting between Neer and the girl that spit at him.
Neer didn't answer his question, choosing instead to address the thieves.
"So," she said, bringing her hand down to her side. Apparently, the damage was minimal.
"You two have gifts, huh girls?""Fuck you!" The elder girl responded, her tone harsh and unforgiving. The younger girl just stared. If looks could kill, Neer's face would be full of daggers right now.
Neer snorted, all of the warmth draining from her face, to be replaced with that creepy stepford smile. She walked over and grabbed each girl by the ropesâone per arm, hoisting them into the air. The two struggled to free themselves, but it was to no avail.
"Huey," Neer said, looking over her shoulder, the warmth returning to her voice.
"Would you be a dear and open the bay door for me?"The bay door was what Neer called the door to the studio's bedroomâwhich she had apparently turned into a makeshift "operating room". With a sort of morbid curiosity, Huey quickly made his way to the door, opening it and holding it open. Neer walked in past him, placing each of the two girls down upon one of the three steel slabs that constituted what Huey could only imagine were Neer's operating tables. The girls wriggled and struggled in place, but otherwise were unable to move.
The moment Huey opened the door, the harsh fluorescent lighting in the operating room buzzed to life. While the rest of the lab was painted in a sterilized hospital-room white, this room was painted jet black. The only window had been boarded up so as to not allow any external light in. It was his first time being allowed to see this room, yet he didn't actually follow Neer inside. He stood under the doorjamb, his feet refusing to carry him any further. It was that intuition of his again, screaming at him louder than ever before in his life. The message was clear:
Run. Run away from here. Now.
"Uh... what're you gonna do to them?" Huey asked, his voice little more than a whisper. Still, his words managed to reverberate throughout the small room.
On the far side of the room, under the boarded-up window, were four rows of drawers. Each row contained eight perfectly square cubbies with pull-out drawers in them about twice the size of a human hand. From top-left to bottom-right, they were numbered from 1 to 24. Neer walked over and opened two drawers: numbered 21 and 22. From within each she pulled a gunmetal-silver collar, not unlike his own. Neer turned then, slowly making her way back to the two girls. They just stared at her, their expressions now more fearful than aggressive.
As near approached the head of the operating tables, she snapped the collars around the girls' necks, one each.
"Neer?" Huey repeated, looking for an answer to his previous query. His voice shook, though he didn't intend for it to. Other questions had resurfaced in his mind at the sight of this new room. Huey knew that he wasn't the only kid Neer had ever collared.
So... where were the others?
"Huey," Neer muttered, finally turning her attention to him. She took off her sunglasses, stuffing them into her cleavage. Even though she was smiling, her voice had a steely edge to it.
"I'm going to chop them into itty bitty pieces."Silence.
"... S-seriously?" Huey muttered, an expression of horror slowly overcoming his face.
Suddenly, Neer chuckled, her voice regaining its previous warmth.
"No, Huey. Of course not." From some unseen drawer, she took out some syringes.
"I'm going to take a few samples, run some tests, and then let them be on their way, just like the others.""Like you let me go?" Of course, he was being sarcastic.
"Well, Huey, you're special. None of the others actually wanted to join the Wickeds, so I let them go, get it? You said you wanted to join, remember? So I kept you around." A sliver of iron had returned to her tone.
"If you've changed your mind, you're free to leave.""No!" He replied immediately.
"I want to join!""Good. Now..." Neer sniffed the air suggestively.
"You really do smell. If you want to stay around, go take a shower.""Butâ""Please. You're making it hard for me to function properly."Huey bit his lower lip, throwing the two girls a concerned look before nodding once at Neer's request and stepping back from the threshold, allowing the operating room's door to close. Neer walked over to the door and pressed a yellow button next to the knob. The sound of a lock engaging could be heard, along with a small hissing noise. It only lasted for a moment.
"Good," Neer said, turning to the two foiled robbers.
"I'm glad I added the soundproofing."The two girls, collared, just stared at Neer, saying nothing as she walked back over to them.
"Did you know I can selectively disable any of my senses? Any one I want. Flick. Poof. Gone." As she spoke, Neer reached down to the girls' necks, depressing a small button on their collars. Though there were no physical indications, Neer knew that the collars had become operational.
"Like smell. I don't have to smell things if I don't want to. Isn't that neat?"It only took a few seconds for the younger of the two sisters to show a reaction. At first she started shaking her head from side to side. Then, without warning, she arched her back, her belly high above rest of her body, her arms and legs spazzing uncontrollably, still bound by the steel ropes. Her pupils dilated a moment later. Her chest heaved to and fro as she struggled for breath that wouldn't come. After a second, chalky white foam began to pour from her open mouth.
"What are you doing?!" The elder sister cried out, her tone harsh but her eyes full of fear.
Neer ignored her, instead reaching for a clipboard and pen. As the younger sister thrashed about on the operating table, she began taking notes.
"STOP!" The elder sister demanded, struggling against her bonds. It was futile.
"The first specimenâin accordance with my numbering scheme, I am dubbing her Subject 171âhas just gone into cardiac arrest roughly 12 seconds after the activation of Prototype 21." Neer was scribbling so fast that she might as well have been scratching randomly on the paper.
"From visual analysis of her vitals, it would seem to confirm that Prototype 21's ability dampening algorithm is indeed far too aggressive."Suddenly, the younger sister became still.
"Hmm," Neer continued, narrating her scribbles.
"At 2:08:11, Subject 171 expired. I am not sure of what her abilities were, and so am not able to analyze if they were properly dampened. However..." Neer's eyes swivelled, landing on the remaining sister. The girl was sobbing, calling out to her sister, still trying to break free from her bonds.
"The other specimen, whom I dub Subject 172, has not gone into cardiac arrest at the activation of Prototype 22. This is good." Neer walked over the girl, taking her steps without the slightest hint of hurry. Suddenly, she jammed her fingers into the girl's mouth, removing them in quick succession. At the same time, Neer raised her knee, balancing the clipboard on it, and began jotting down notes while staring at the hand she'd unceremoniously jabbed into the girl's mouth. There was blood on her fingers.
"Subject 172's ability, which is something akin to her bodily fluids being corrosive to everything they come into contact with, is indeed being dampened. Based on visual analysis of her saliva, the dampening has been 99.866% successful, though more invasive tests will be run to confirm this."For a while longer, Neer continued to jot down notes while the girl continued to sob. After a moment, Neer reached down onto the ground, pulling a small black wire out of a socket in the floor and connecting it to a port that opened in the back of her neck. Plugging it in, she stood.
"All of this is good news for both of us, 172," Neer chuckled, her voice full of warmth.
"The Prototype 14 had a 48% mortality rate within the first sixty seconds of activation. By 20, I cut that down to 19% in the first twenty seconds. If you're any indicator, the 22 brings that down to 4%. And the 23..."Thanks to her interfacing with her laboratory using the black wire, Neer now had access to every device attached to her lab network. In her mind's eye, she pulled up surveillance footage. It showed her the lab bathroom. It showed her Huey, arms crossed, standing under the shower head, being drenched in water. Neer smirked.
"Well, I think I might've eliminated the sudden mortality with version 23," she muttered. She was mostly talking to herself now.
"But we'll see, won't we, Huey?" In the surveillance footage, the gunmetal-gray collar around Huey's neck almost seemed to glitter as the water washed over it.
"My adorable little 170.""Please," the remaining girl on the table begged, blood trickling down the side of her face. She was no longer struggling.
"Please... let me go..."Neer turned away from her, instead approaching the table where the corpse of the younger sister lay, unmoving.
"Ah, right. Sorry, love. I'm on a schedule, see? And the deadline is rapidly approaching." With a slight push, Neer began wheeling the table over towards the opposite side of the room, stopping about halfway between the other tables and the rows of drawers on the far side under the boarded-up window. On the adjacent wall was a large stainless steel door, complete with a huge handle. It looked like the door to a huge refrigerator.
"And here I was, thinking I'd have to bring in a few extra stragglers. Again. I hate that. But low and behold, the universe grants me this excellent gift. A twofer, gift wrapped no less!" As she spoke, Neer pulled open the door. On the other side there was... nothing. Just blackness. Neer moved the operating table so that it was perpendicular to the hole in the wall and then lifted the end closest to her, forming an acute angle with the blackness on the other side. The corpse slid down the makeshift ramp and into the hole, disappearing forever. At first, there was no sound, but after a few seconds there was an audible
plunk! as the corpse hit the bottom.
"I have to deliver a clean Prototype 24, and it's very very close to being done," Neer continued, wheeling the table back to rest beside the remaining girl, who by now was absolutely hysterical. Ignoring her antics, Neer reached into the same drawer she drew the syringe out of earlier, except this time she didn't pull out a syringe. It was a scalpel.
"I just need a teensy bit more data before I can fab it, okay?" Neer moved to stand atop the struggling girl, the harsh fluorescent lights flickering every now and then, at times bathing the entire room in darkness. Even in the darkness, Neer's eyes seemed to glow with a supernatural sheen that was quickly morphing into a crimson glare.
"My dear Huey is doing his part, and now it's your turn. You don't want to be the selfish one, right?" The girl didn't respond, she just stared, her eyes round and bulging. Neer raised her scalpel.
"I'll take that as a yes. But don't worry!" She smiled warmly down at the girl, the sincerity of her expression reaching as far as her eyes, which were by now completely crimson in color.
"I'll put you all back together again."