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Wish Against Fate

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a part of Wish Against Fate, by Black.

Welcome To Fate, Location ~ Russia

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Source: Staff and Subject Files

Founder:

Mikhail Charter (25)

Staff:

Dr.Stephanie Joyce (36)
Joseph Harker (32)

Super-humans:

#0000 ~ Stas (Stanislav Urikov, 18)
#0014 ~ Burn (Sylan Robuke, 18)
#0022 ~ Moon (Lilay Polan, 16)
#0162 ~ Fear (Victoria Groostavo Alipard, 16)
#0249 ~ Raven (Oliva Heart, 17)
#1412 ~ Crimson (Anya Khristeen Veis, 17)
#4666 ~ Wrath (Louis, 8)
#9001 ~ Moróz (Andrei Orlov, 17)
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Welcome To Fate, Location ~ Russia

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Fate is a part of Wish Against Fate.

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Miku [0] Gv01 reporting to keep order Sir.
Raven [0] #0249

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Recovery Room 5:

"If you feel drained you should sleep... I wont let him touch you again till your all better... " She still leant on the bed her chin resting on it. Her head was on the bed too and her eyes were closed. "You might start to feel... You might not... i dont know how it works.... " She smiled weakly. "I hope you can start to feel happy at least." She listened to him as he spoke. She nodded... "Yeah.. yeah... whats the elf gonna do... bite my knees?" She grinned and opened her eyes. "Youre worth it. Youre all worth a bit of trouble.... I dont care what happens to me... I dont want you to get hurt like that." He went silent and she paused looking at him for a second and then falling asleep by his side. She wasn't being told what to do. She wanted to protect people make them feel better again and now she saw who was in the wrong and it was Mikhail. Mikhail was evil. She wasn't scared. If that midget thought he could beat her... even with a stupid injection... He was sadly mistaken. She wouldnt let her guard down. She couldn't care less by the fact she'd fallen asleep in the recovery room and she began to breathe lightly in her sleep.

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Mikhail
Office


A faint smirk was on his face as the other scientists carried Koray's body out the room, he would defiantly prove to be interesting to watch later. The altered DNA Mikhail had been working on, perhaps it could now work on adults. It was still in the creation phase, but testing it out on a human wouldn't hinder the progress. Getting up from his chair, he picked up the empty syringe and played around with it in his hands, throwing it up and down, up, down, down, up...

"Er" she stutted before gaining her voice "Dr. Harker asked me to give this too you, its a recent report on #0249" there was a voice from the doorway, apparently brining a report on #2049. Mikhail caught the syringe and held it in his hands before walking over to the female trainee, examining her up and down a few times. She held out the report, her hands shaking as she did so. Mikhail stared at her eyes then at the paper before swiftly snatching it with his free hand and walking back to the desk. Sliding over the top, causing most of the paper-work to scatter over the floor, he sat back in his chair, just looking at the file for a minute. He sighed irritably to himself, not loud enough for the scientist to hear. He hated paper-work, never wanted to read it, though he felt he had to with this one.

Scanning over the pages a few times, he slammed the report shut, throwing it on his desk along with the other files, probably never to be seen again. He lent back against his chair, rubbing his chin in thought. She can see matter? Interesting... Mikhail looked up to see the scientist still standing there. "What room is #2049 currently in?" he asked her, keeping his eyes firmly locked onto hers. He would go and examine Raven himself, though, she was unable to speak...he stood up and threw the syringe in the bin before walking to her. "Lead me there and bring Dr. Harker." he would get Dr. Harker, mainly because he was the one who filed the report, that and he caused this 'problem'.

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Fate ~ Trainee

The trainee took a step back with the look he wouldn't remove from her eyes making her feel small "R-recovery room 2" she said stepping to move aside so he could leave first since he usually did. "Dr. Harker is still in lab 17, I'll go get him right away" she nodded her head before practically running out the door and towards lab 17.


Lab 17 ~ Dr. Harker

Harker was leaning back on his chair playing scrabble for relaxment on the experiment table which he noted to himself he should probably clean up a little bit as it was getting a bit dirty with the blood the experiments bled enall.
Just as he grinned getting the word 'Kapow' which he knew was a cheat the trainee he had sent away early barged in looking relieved to be away from somewhere, he presumed Mikhail, for some reason he freaked out the new staff.
He could never figure out why.
He chuckled to himself at that amused by his own sacrastic thoughts.

"Dr.Mikhail wants you to see you with Raven" she spoke a little calmer used to Dr. Harker. He sighed lazily standing up and putting out his cigarette only to slip on some reading glasses which he picked up from atop a well organised stack of papers.
"Alright, take a break" he said moving to the door then grinned again as he knew the trainee was probably exalted right now "Actually" he stopped for a moment "work another seven hours, they need some help down in lab 5" he chuckled to himself knowing he was cruel to get the girls hopes up like that as he wondered to recovery room 2 not bothering to knock as he just opened the door and walked in.
Of course he expected to find what he saw, a silenced Raven her iris's near black her pupils only a tad darker as she looked up at him expectandly. "How you doing?" he pulled on that fake charm he had for his experiments.

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Dr.Mikhail Charter
Fate ~ Recovery Room 2/Office


Mikhail strode down the hallways to the recovery room Raven was in, as he opened the door he saw Dr.Harker there talking to Raven. "2049," he said, walking over to her, taking out a syringe from his lab-coat's pocket as he did so. "I'm sorry to hear about your voice and eye-sight." without hesitation, he jabbed the syringe into her arm and took blood from it. Pulling it out he held it up to the light, the hole where he had taken the blood from was bleeding and needed to be bandaged, however Mikhail expected Dr.Harker to do it. Mikhail stared up at the syringe full of blood, almost transparent as the lights from above shone through it.

It was then when a vibration occurred in his pocket, his phone. With an annoyed look on his face, he placed the syringe on a side table and took out the phone, looking at the screen to see who was calling him, though the number had been withheld. A small look of confusion befell Mikhail's face as he pressed the answer button. "Dr. Charter speaking..." waiting for a reply, Mikhail's face had a look of grimace as he was told about what a scientist from Wish was doing. "Hold on a minute..." he put his hand over the speaker of the phone and looked to Dr. Harker. "Take the blood sample back to the lab and run a full analysis on it."

Without waiting for a reply, Mikhail went out of the room and back to his office. He searched through a few draws until he found his laptop, not that he ever used it, there were computers in every room. Putting the phone back to his ear he spoke again. "I'll hook up a satellite link now." Mikhail punched in a few commands to the laptop, running the location of the phone in it and bringing up a security camera for Lab 9. It took about 10 minutes to do but it worked. "Don't move or the genius that is Doctor red field will die, and would that not be a great loss for Science?" There was another man inside the room apart from the doctor and a sort of robot thing, he had taken what looked to be, control of the Doctor. Who is it he's speaking to? Mikhail thought, then it hit him, perhaps he knew about the satellite link. Or perhaps it was just security who were also watching.

"Most others hate there situation I don't I love it and want more so please tell me were I can find the Alien DNA. Let's do some Science, I hope that I did not disrupt a valuable thing to happen." it was obvious that the man was an experiment, one who wanted to become stronger. Mikhail chuckled slightly before pressing a key on his laptop, allowing him to speak to them in the room. Though, it was a risky job, if security was watching, they could also hear him, then perhaps track the link back to Fate. "What a clever little experiment you are, now let go of Dr. Redfield and perhaps we can come to some sort of arrangement." Mikhail's face held a smirk as he spoke, his voice echoing around Lab 9. He pressed a few keys and brought up a map. "In the vault next to you. That's where the DNA is." Mikhail told Dark, thinking that perhaps if he told Dark then he would release Dr.Redfield.

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Fate ~ Office


A look of surprise befell Mikhail's face as the second Dr. Redfield entered the room, injecting Dark with the same serum he asked Dark to inject the Alien with. He was then knocked over the head with a mallet, rendering him unconscious and Dr. Redfield getting up and leaving whilst the other stayed. Mikhail sighed, a little confused by that, but he wouldn't show it, not that whatever it was mattered to him. "Now, as I was saying "Dr." Mikhail. I thought it would be fitting that you see some REAL science done, instead of the work your Rat-lab has going on over there. And I'm glad you can see what's happening, This way you can fully appreciate what a real scientist can do." Mikhail glared slightly at the screen after being insulted by Dr. Redfield, though he watched intensely as he used the IV to put the serum inside the Alien's body. "Now, once the subject is awake, and by awake, I mean Alive and well, after FIFTY years of being dead, I might add; I will extract every bit of knowledge I can from the specimen's mind, thus gaining full control of the technology we have stored from their crash. Since the most I've ever heard of your experiments is horrible failures and subjects dying, I thought you'd appreciate the moment."

The comment made Mikhail chuckle darkly to himself, though he fell silent as a small movement caught his eye, it wasn't from the Alien, in fact it came from the table it was on. Zooming it, it revealed that the table was beginning to crack, a small line running down from where the body was, as it hit the floor, the table cracked into two. The body of the Alien falling with it. Thought it didn't stay there for long, it gradually floated up in it's lying down position, turning in the air until it looked like it was standing there. As soon as it happened, the levitation seemed to break and the Alien fell onto it's feet, bending forward slightly and seemingly to look at the ground. It's head and back lifted until it was straight, looking at Dr. Redfield with closed eyes. It's eyes slowly opened, revealing two large black orbs, covering most of it's head. Seeing that Dr. Redfield was not someone it expected to see, it opened it's mouth and let out a shriek you would never hear from any creature on this earth. The walls and ceiling cracking at the very sound of it. Mikhail felt it was best to stay quiet and just watch.

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Lab 23; The Viruses:

Inside Lab 23, the secret laboratory of Dr. Mikhail Charter, dark and empty now, aside from the never-ending screaming of the failed experiments. The experiments that had gone beyond fifty percent, and that Dr. Charter hadn't disposed of. Thrashing against their cages, wildly throwing themselves at the bars, but never able to escape. Their sanity gone, their old human appearances gone, along with their very humanity. Their skin was now a sick grey color, eyes shadowed and sunken in, all bodily hair long-since fallen off. Veins and arteries pushed outward from underneath their skin, a constant supply of adrenaline pumping through their bodies. Some of them had shredded remains of clothing on them, but most were nude. This was what happened once a human's DNA became subordinate to Alien DNA, once the fifty percent mark was passed. No sanity, no humanity, and a cage.

Seemingly endless rows of the screaming creatures, reaching out from behind their bars, except for in one cage. At first glance, you would think it was empty. But, the creature that had once been Rostislav Nestor was indeed there. If the lights were on, and if someone was down there who wasn't infected just from the air the creatures breathed, then you would see him, sitting with his legs crossed, as if in meditation, except for the rapid breathing, always at the same intervals. All he wore were the ragged remains of dress-pants, his grey bulk completely revealed, eyes closed as if he was in thought, breaths becoming deeper, more stable, less animalistic.

And then his eyes were open, and he fluidly rose to his feet, within the cage, looking to the left, then the right, at the others of his kind, still screaming madly, reaching for freedom in the dark. All at once, the front of every cage shattered, as if a massive hand had grabbed ahold of each one and crushed them into their fists. The Viruses did not hesitate to go running forward from the their cages, into the dark of the pit at the bottom of Lab 23. Alarms almost immediately went off, red lights the only things illuminating Lab 23. Rostislav Nestor, now the creature that would be known as Alpha, calmly walked forward into the crowds of ravenous Viruses. Standing almost directly beneath the central platform Dr. Charter had performed his earlier testing, Alpha looked up, instantaneously rising off of the ground, along with all the hundreds of others, swiping at the air and the strange lights like they were rabid.

All together, they landed fluidly on the upper level, charging forward into the heavy security doors that kept Lab 23 seperate from the rest of the Fate facility. They slammed into it, denting it but causing no serious damage. Unswayed, they continued their mindless onslaught, parting only for Alpha, walking forward through them, slowly raising one hand, fingers pointed at the first of the doors in front of him, and then he balled his hand into a fist, the door immediately being crushed down into nothing more than a heavy ball of steel, floating in the air, revealing a passageway with another door in the path of the Viruses. They all charged forward, around Alpha, saliva dripping ravenously from their mouths, but he simply drew his raised arm back, causing the ball of steel to vibrate wildly for a split second, and then he threw his arm forward, as if in a punch, sending the ball forward, crashing through the next two doors.

Alpha continued walking forward, the Viruses around him running and jumping onward, into the main Fate facility. A female automated voice came on, "Lab 23 doors compromised; contagions escaped." The Viruses ran down the hallways, attacking anything in their paths, but not stopping to go inside of any rooms or side passages. "Lockdown protocol in effect." Screaming could now be heard from those unfortunate enough to be in their path, as their claws and teeth dug into them. "All security personnel; use of lethal force, authorized." Alpha continued calmly in the direction of the one and only exit of Fate, hordes of Viruses swarming past him. He passively walked over a dead body of some fool scientist that hadn't gotten out of their way in time, and then suddenly stopped. Alpha turned his head to his right, staring into Mikhail's office, staring at Mikhail himself, still inside.

Alpha's face didn't change at all, but stayed in it's serious scowl, and he walked into the office, paying no mind to Mikhail, then grabbed a labcoat that was hanging next to the door, put it on, and walked away, back into the flow of Viruses. The exit was guarded by men with guns, and by turrets of various kinds, so far the Viruses hadn't broken free. Small piles of their bodies were beginning to grow in front of the door out of Fate. Alpha continued with his steady pace, ignoring the dead, and rose up his hand again, but quickly this time, sending forward an invisible shockwave, shattering the floor in front of his, sending the guards flying and destroying the turrets, then going on through the door. In that one move, it was all destroyed, and the Viruses funneled through the door. Alpha stood among the dead guards for a couple minutes, waiting for the last of the Viruses to get out of Fate, then turned to look back into the facility, at whoever had come out to see what had happened in those brief couple of minutes.

His personal agenda would have to wait for now. Mikhail would have to wait for now. The world came first. Alpha turned away, then followed after the running Viruses, still at his calm pace. Fate would be locked down for a couple of days, at least, checking personnel for contagions, repairing damage. Only a lucky few, aside from the subjects, would not be affected by the airborn Alien contagions that constantly surrounded the Viruses. All the rest would need to be replaced, after they were disposed of, or after they followed after Alpha. For now, he had a set destination. From there, his plans would grow. After enough time had passed, he could redirect his attention where he wanted. Specifically, straight at Mikhail.

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Mikhail quickly hit the switch turning off the sound coming from the Lab in Wish. He lent on his elbows and stared at the screen, amazed by the creature which was on it. When Dr. Redfield shoved a muffin in the Alien's mouth, actually causing Mikhail to hit himself in the head with the palm of his hand. How can he be so stupid? he rolled his eyes, turning the sound back on. "Doctor, it's not a pet." Mikhail sighed, continuing to watch the Alien.

The Alien put it's hands up to the Muffin and took it from it's mouth, staring down silently at the thing, confused but not able to show much emotion in it's face. The cracking had stopped, it was a good thing to, the place was about to cave in. The Alien set the muffin on fire in it's hands and threw it to Doctor Redfield. Inferior human what trick is this? it spoke to Dr. Redfield through his mind, the voice burring itself deep inside the brain and echoing constantly. Perhaps it could understand human speech, perhaps not, it was also unknown how it managed to speak their language.

Alarms suddenly sounded around the whole building, they were extremely loud and Dr. Redfield could probably hear them through the intercom. Red lights flashed constantly around the buildings, in every room and hallway, apart from Mikhail's, he didn't like the constant flashing, though he could see it out in the hallway. "What now?" he sighed, it was probably another experiment trying to run away, that was usually the problem. "Lab 23 doors compromised; contagions escaped." the female automated voice said, which alerted everyone in the building. "But..." a look of sheer fear came across Mikhail's face as he knew what had broken loose, he didn't even care that he was still online to Wish and that they could hear everything which was going on. "All security personnel; use of lethal force, authorized." the voice came again, informing the guards, though, what could they do, even being near the things would most likely cause their death.

It was then when the rush of Viruses went past the door outside, down the hallways out towards the front door, however one of them was walking calmly and slowly. Almost as if he was telling everyone that he was the sane one, perhaps the leader. Whatever it was, it stopped, just outside Mikhail's office, turning it's head until it locked eyes with Mikhail. Mikhail just stared, muttering the word. "Rostislav..." under his breath, the virus seemed to confirm his theory because it came inside the doorway and grabbed a lab coat hanging up, putting it on he walked back into the flow of Viruses.

"No...no...no! Why now?!" Mikhail punched the desk beneath him, so hard it made his hand bleed. He looked back to the laptop, gathering his bearings he realized what must have caused them to get the power to escape. "Redfield!" he yelled at the laptop, into the intercom. "This is your fault! Do you realize what you've done? And don't think this doesn't concern you, because it does! Those things will travel the world now!" Mikhail was obviously very pissed off, it was because of the Alien that the Viruses had escape out into the world and they would travel and attack every city and town on the map. That was exactly what Mikhail was trying to avoid, he could have killed them, but it was too late now, his curiosity had taken control of him and just decided to drop them at the bottom of Lab 23, there was no way they could get out...they were all too stupid, that was all except Rostislav. "Damnit, my past coming back to haunt me again." Mikhail sighed, trying to regain a relaxed composure, he found no sense in worrying about things, just had to find a course of action. "Redfield, you'll be helping me, I swear to God, if he exists that is, you'll be helping me fix this mess, you and all of Wish, it's your fault too." Mikhail stood up before looking back at the laptop.

"I'll contact you in a few days, I need to clean this place up. If you need me before hand, then you have my number." he gave a slight glare at the screen before slamming the top down on the laptop. He stood up straight and strode out of the Office, looking up and down the halls where bodies of scientists, guards and Viruses were littering them. Mainly guards though, the scientists were just unfortunate to be in the way of the Viruses rampage. "Can I get someone to clean up this mess?!" Mikhail shouted down the halls, taking charge of the situation. He wasn't about to let the commotion affect the way he ran things around this place, although only he knew about the Viruses, it would certainly be a hard thing to explain when the time comes. For now he would just avoid the scientists, giving short answers and not even attempting to answer any of their questions.

He sighed once again, not even having a lab coat to put on since Rostislav had stolen it, though, what does Mikhail call him now...he was hardly the same colleague he used to know. Strangely enough, Mikhail had some feelings of regret into injecting Rostislav, not because of this outbreak of Viruses, but simply because he didn't think his new 'appearance' was very flattering, he also made a good colleague, when he didn't question Mikhail that was. Mikhail contemplated many ideas in his head about how to combat the Viruses, tests showed that even being near them would affect most humans and cause them to die in the most painful ways. The serum to combat the virus they spread was still in development, so the only other option was...super-humans, they didn't seem to be affected by the virus and they had the powers necessary to fight them, they may not have been as strong, but at least their sanity was still intact.

Mikhail counted the amount of super-humans he had which weren't failures and which could fight the Viruses, not that they had a choice in the matter. There was, 0014, 0022, 0162, 1412, 4666...0249 could perhaps fight, though it could be risky due to the side affects she was experiencing. 0000 and 9001 still had ability testing, but so far, 9001 was the closest to perfection Mikhail had seen. A faint smirk came across his face as he strode down the hallways and into Recovery Room 5. "Good news 9001, your ability testing has been moved up to now." Mikhail smiled happily at Andrei who was in the bed, ignoring the sleeping Lissa at his feet. He had to get the ability testing out of the way as soon as possible in order to start the battle against the viruses.

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Dr. Mikhail Charter; Ability Testing for Subjects 9001 and 0000:

Mikhail counted the amount of super-humans he had which weren't failures and which could fight the Viruses, not that they had a choice in the matter. There was, 0014, 0022, 0162, 1412, 4666...0249 could perhaps fight, though it could be risky due to the side affects she was experiencing. 0000 and 9001 still had ability testing, but so far, 9001 was the closest to perfection Mikhail had seen. A faint smirk came across his face as he strode down the hallways and into Recovery Room 5. "Good news 9001, your ability testing has been moved up to now." Mikhail smiled happily at Andrei who was in the bed, ignoring the sleeping Lissa at his feet. He had to get the ability testing out of the way as soon as possible in order to start the battle against the viruses.

Andrei had heard the alarm going off, had even heard some of the screaming and fighting, but he hadn't seen any of the Viruses. "You need me for... Whatever just happened." Andrei didn't ask what had happened, even though he was curious, but he would rather not talk to Mikhail if he could avoid it. He was surprised that Lissa slept through the alarm, she must have been tired. Mikhail didn't answer him, wrapped up in thought, so Andrei just stood up, and then stood awkwardly in front of Mikhail. He turned back to Lissa on the ground, deciding not to wake her, but if she was up, he waved slightly, and grabbed the little snowglobe she had given him.

With a pleasant smile underneath his calculating eyes, Mikhail said, "Okay! Let's go! We have to pick up 0000 too." Heading down the hallway, Andrei finally saw some of the bodies, being cleaned up as quickly as possible by teams of people in hazmat suits. He had heard some sort of contagion was released, but it was worse than he thought, and Mikhail didn't seem to care at all about all the people he had lost. He didn't seem to notice the keepsake Andrei was carrying, or at least didn't care. The two of them arrived in the lab where Andrei had first woke up, Stas just now getting up off the ground, lying in a puddle that had formed around the then-frozen table. Stas looked up at Andrei, showing no change in emotion, then nodded. So it was true, Andrei's distance from his is what kept Stas awake. Stas looked around for a second, spinning in place, eyes roving the lab. Andrei knew what he was looking for, that little ice-bird that girl Raven had given them. He was sure it had melted by then.

"Subject 0000! Good you're awake, perfect timing! Time to go!" With that, he simply turned around, sure of himself that they would both follow unquestioningly.

Stas didn't pay any attention to what Mikhail said, still looking, almost frantically now, for the little bird. "Stas." Andrei said quietly, then walked up to him and put a hand on his massive shoulder, "Stas." He said louder, making his friend stop and look at him. "We have to go. Some bad things happened while you were... sleeping." He didn't know if Stas understood about the distance thing. Maybe it was best if he didn't. Andrei followed after Mikhail, and Stas followed Andrei, his footsteps resonating all down the hallways.

Mikhail led them to Ability Testing Room 2, one of six rooms that were perfectly identical. Inside, there was what looked like a full-on gym, weight sets, a treadmill, a stationery bike, and an all-out shooting range, or something like that. There was also a machine over in the side side of the room, just big enough for someone to fit in, hooked up to several computers at a desk. Mikhail made his way to that desk, bringing the computers online, "0000, you'll be going first. We'll be beginning with physical testing." His voice was still pleasant and excited. "Go begin with weight lifting." Mikhail typed on the keyboard, several robotic arms adding weight onto an olympic bar resting over a horizontal bench.

Stas didn't seem to register what Mikhail said, simply staring at him with his usual angry expression. "Stas." Andrei said from his side. "Do it." He was worried that if Stas didn't obey, he would get hurt, or maybe Andrei would be put to blame... Stas immediately turned around and walked over to the weight bench, cocking his head to the side. He didn't seem all too sure what he was supposed to do. Then, he extended his hand, and lifted the huge bar in one hand, holding it out in front of himself. He looked back at Mikhail, nodding at the computer screens in front of him, still typing, and then several wires burst out of the robotic arms that had put weights on the bar, and using suction cups, hooked onto Stas' body in several locations. Stas had no reaction, still just stood there, but Andrei was worried about Mikhail doing things like that. What if it made Stas snap? "You're supposed to lay down when you do that one, Stas..." He said while he looked away slowly.

Mikhail seemed pleased with the various body reading he was getting from Stas. He was under no pressure lifting all that weight with one hand. "Yes, do lay down. I'm adding more weight." Stas nodded, then set the bar down over the bench, and laid down, the bench protesting under his weight. The robotic arms added two more 20.5 kg(45 lb) plates onto either side of the bar. "Now, 0000." Again, Stas lifted only one of his arms, then picked up the weight from a laying postition easily, fully extending his arm. His breath didn't even become irregular. In fact, according to the monitors in front of Mikhail, there was still no stress on any part of 0000s body. This was child's play for him. Andrei brought a hand up over to his mouth, laughing quietly. Stas had always been strong, but this was insane. "Set it down again." The robotic arms added more weight, and the process repeated, Stas easily lifting 136.4 kgs(300 lbs) with a single arm. "Finding your limit seems like it may take some time..." Mikhail muttered to himself, then an idea dawned on him.

"0000, stand over there." Mikhail pointed at an area inside the 'shooting range'. Stas followed his directions, and stood facing Mikhail. He was supposed to face away for this particular test, but Mikhail shrugged internally and pushed the button. Rapidly, a machine rose up from out of the floor panels on the other side of the shooting range, covered in padding on the front side, and began moving forward, towards Stas' back. Stas showed no recognition of the machine, but still, Mikhail heightened the speed, until it was moving at enough force to break through the second of the doors leading to Lab 23. Still, Stas didn't turn to face the thing, and it crashed into him. Metal shattered and flew across the room, the durability testing machine folded around Stas who still hadn't moved, simply stopped in its tracks. "Fascinating." Mikhail didn't seem to care about the machine being ruined. Stas was quite the specimen. "Next, is speed testing." The treadmill buzzed to life, "0000, go to the treadmill, and get on." He figured he even had to tell him to get on, or else he might just stand there and watch as it started going. He might even have to tell him to run.

Stas pulled himself out of the wreckage, only three of the wires that had connected to him by the weight bench still attached. The robotic arms quickly shot out several more, and Mikhail looked over the readings. His body hadn't registered any pain whatsoever from that impact, and there were no injuries on his body. Stas walked to the treadmill, then stood on it's tracking, and Mikhail pressed the starting button. The treadmill started off at 16 kph(10 mph), and Stas easily jogged that speed, his long legs giving him a huge advantage. Still, there were no stress readings or signs of tiring. Mikhail amped the speed up to 30 kph(19 mph), an idea forming in his mind, but it still had to be put to the test. Stas kept pace easily, only just now starting to take deeper, audible breaths, but according to readings, he could take more. Mikhail doubled the speed, smiling deviously. Now, the treadmill was going at an impossible human speed of 60 kph(about 40 mph). The little treadmill, even though it was specially designed to handle high speeds, couldn't go any faster. Stas was moving at a sprint, a little sweat beading on his forehead, but his breaths were still at a normal interval, muscles showing very little damage. If Mikhail was right, Stas would be able to keep up this kind of speed for very long amounts of time.

He stopped the treadmill, and Stas stepped off of it, then went and stood next to Andrei. "0000, another test is in order." A few more keys tapped, and the machine over in the corner of the room opened up it's glass panel door. "Step inside." Stas continued to follow Mikhail's orders, still without protest, and stepped inside the machine, crouching slightly so he could fit. The door immediately closed, then lights came on, blinding Stas on the inside. He rose a hand to block the light, but other than that, nothing else happened. "Hmmm..." Mikhail sighed to himself.

"What's that?" Andrei asked over the loud whirring of the machine.

"The special fluids that have been injected into your bloodstreams causes many.... changes, in the proper human subjects." Mikhail began, explaining it all to himself more so than to Andrei, thinking over his idea, "Normally, it causes massive changes in neural connections and brain waves. This machine draws out those abnormalities, and causes unusual abilities to manifest." Andrei's mouth was hanging open as it always seemed to in these kind of situations. He was lost for words. "Subject 0000 seems to have only received physical augments. Strength, speed, and endurance far beyond other subjects capabilities. But he has nothing else." Mikhail's idea had been correct, and he was slightly disappointed. But still, a purely physical soldier could be easy to predict, easy to control, and nobody from Wish would be expecting something like Stas to come out from inside of Fate. Mikhail tapped a few keys, and the machine shut down, and he let out Stas. Stas walked back to Andrei, showing no signs of injury or anything like that, to Andrei's silent relief. Maybe he didn't have 'powers', but he was still an asset to Mikhail.
"You're next, 9001."

Andrei's testing was exactly the same as Stas' except for the durability test. He failed miserably at all the physical testing, aside from speed, which matched Stas', possibly even surpassed him. Mikhail seemed to be pleased with everything, and was even more excited after he made Andrei go into the machine that had done nothing to Stas. He tapped at his keyboard, and the machine buzzed to life with Andrei inside. The lights were blinding, but another pain soon took hold of Andrei, his entire body tensing up, into a rigid line. The glass door began frosting over, and ice formed up from Andrei's hands to his shoulders. Unknown to Mikhail at the time, a storm also brewed outside, on a cloudless night. Storm clouds just formed from out of nowhere directly above the Fate facility, lightning striking randomly and whirlwinds kicking up. Andrei's pain was a lot like an extreme migraine, but he still saw what was happening. A thick coat of ice was all over the inside of the machine, which seemed to be working overtime to remain functioning. Ice had crept into the circuits, causing sparks to fly out at Andrei. He flinched, then the door was open, and the head pain gone. He jumped out of the machine to see Mikhail standing in front of him, smiling widely. "Cryokinesis. I thought so!" The storm over the facility faded away, and Mikhail filed 9001's away in the Fate Database, filled with all the information needed on every Subject they had. "Moróz..." Mikhail nodded to himself, but Andrei could hear him. "Lissa was right, fitting."

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Lissa felt her head ringing and she batted at her ears frowning her sleep filled with some dream that wasn't going as planned. She became restless and rolled her head off the bed hitting the floor and jolting to a start. Andrei was gone and she looked under the bed for him. She did however smile when she saw the snowglobe gone. "I... I hope your okay.." She whispered to herself. Standing up her eyes were groggy and rubbing them made her vision clear up. "Mikhail!" She looked in the corridors and saw the corridors. "Hey! Someone!?" She shook her head starting to hear her heart pound agaisnt her chest. She was so thrown of course by everything being so quiet... It was like this area of the building was uneffected by something. She shook her head and groaned. I slept through something important didn't I... She started to wander around a little shivering slightly remebering her lab coat was back in the rocovery room. She would try and fins Mikhail who was probally doing something horrid and sick but it was her best bet of becoming up to speed. A dead body caught her eye and she gulped looking around again feeling a dread in her rise. To her someone had seiged the castle with battering rams from the inside. Only the Viruses could do that. The things that went wrong. Her feet started to run and soon she found herself standing outside in the fresh air looking at piles and piles of security and employees piled up. So... who survived?

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Mikhail

Mikhail smiled up to Andrei and looked behind at Stas. "Good news! You both passed!" he said in a cheery tone before turning on his heels and stepping towards the door, his hand rested on the handle as he was going to open it. "Theres an auditorium in Sector E, a meeting will be held there in 10 minutes. I expect you to be there." Mikhail didn't bother to turn back to them, though his facial expression was much too serious, the first time he had ever this serious, his voice reflected this. Without waiting for a reply he went back to his office, throwing papers on the floor aggressively, causing a tornado of flying papers. He slumped down in his chair and grabbed the PA system and speaking into it. "Everyone is to report to the auditorium in 10 minutes. That means both Subjects and workers."

When everyone had gather in the auditorium Mikhail made his way to stand on a stage, he looked over at everyone with a serious look on his face, it was rather creepy in the fact that no one had ever seen him so serious. "As many of you know," Mikhail started, pacing up and down of the stage with his hands cupped behind his back.. "We had a little incident and lost many lives, it'll take a few days to clear up but Fate will continue to work as normal." Mikhail came to a halt at the center of the stage, looking over at everyone's confused but fearful faces.

"I suppose you're all wondering what those things were. I cannot avoid it any longer so here I am coming clean with everything, however you are to keep it to yourselves. Oh and you cannot leave Fate until this is all worked out." he smiled deviously, of course he just meant that they couldn't go to their own homes, they would be traveling quite a bit in order to kill off the viruses.

"Now then, Fate holds a dark secret apart from the subjects here, we have other things here. Failed subjects, Viruses in other words. They are highly contagious, even the air around them is enough to kill any normal human." he smiled slightly, directing his attention to the Subjects, which were separated from the scientist. "These Viruses were kept at the bottom of Lab 23, somehow they have escaped and fled into the world." Mikhail lied, he knew why they got out now, it had something to do with the Alien at Wish, where the Viruses were now was a mystery. "Subjects will be deployed to kill them before things get out of hand. But do not worry, I have good faith that the remaining subjects will be able to do this."

Mikhail smiled before jumping down off of the stage and looked at everyone. "Please prepare yourselves" he said before walking past them and out of the room, they scattered and made a pathway for Mikhail. Many of them were murmuring, those who didn't know about the Viruses already, though Mikhail made sure he was vague and didn't give away too much information.

Getting back to his office he picked up the scattered papers and searched through them for any important information. Information before they got enough money for computers, was stored on paper. Information about the subjects which had failed and became Viruses. Mikhail stacked up all of the papers in his desk and began ploughing through them, throwing every document he deemed worthless onto the floor. "Where on earth are you going to go Rostislav?" Mikhail sighed, throwing the last of the papers onto the floor and leaning back on his chair.

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The Auditorium:

Stas and Moróz watched quietly as Mikhail explained everything about the Viruses earlier. Neither of them had seen any of the Viruses, but it had been obvious how much of a problem they were, especially if all Mikhail said was true. Moróz looked at Stas, then murmured, "We've got ourselves in deep this time, huh Stas?" Stas looked down and nodded, his long ponytail shaking behind him. "Why the Hell do we have to clean up his mess?" Stas didn't react at all, just looked around at all the other Subjects. He recognized a couple of them, from when Moróz woke up. He even waved to Raven, remembering that she had given them a present, but she seemed different.

"You like that girl, Stas?" Moróz asked. "Don't bother. We're all screwed here." Besides, you look like hell... he thought silently, slightly ashamed of it. "You think we can handle this? You think we'll even survive?" Stas nodded again, not looking at his friend. "Maybe.... Maybe we can get away while we're on our 'mission'". Moróz's fingers came up in quotation marks. Stas didn't react at all. "Well? You don't want to get away from this shit hole?" Still no reaction. Moróz sighed, then looked around at the crowd of Subjects, and the other crowd of employees, sure to remain seperate from the Subjects. He wondered if that lady, Lissa, was still okay.

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Lissa had missed the speech and tried to creep in at the back hoping to avoid drawing attention to herself. Although she was sort of eating a cake at the time and feeling rather faint from all the dead bodies. She always worked better after eating sweets and cakes anyway. She glared up at mikhail on the stage and scoffed. It was all his fault for trying to make them all so perfect. He should of just given up. Lissa wasn't as stupid as she looked and she shook her head in disgrace. Another couple of minutes passed and she realised she wasn't standing with the employees. A groan emitted from her and she attempted to creep back into the right section. Her feet were rather light and she swept her hair out of her face into a ponytail. Inside her mind she was calculating formulas as to how many would survive and how long it would be before the public started to collapse out of terror. A pen was lodged between her lips and she smirked. She didn't believe they would win. The virues would by far be stronger. Her white lab coat was undone at the front and she hadn't put her shoes back on from earlier. A few dissapproving looks and she sighed. Not like Lissa cared. She wasn't fussed that no one really bothered looking at her or noticeing her exsistance. She prefered that they kept their distance and moved away from her. It gave her more space. Her eyes darted across the room and she came across Moróz and another subject easily. She tried not to hold his gaze though just incase he was holding anything agaisnt her. Lissas small arms wrapped round her neat little frame and she whimpered lightly. There were only a handful of employees left. The rest were lying dead where they had followed orders to kill and been killed instead.