He was jumping and dodging bullets now. He was in the Combat Room. And yes, real bullets. No safety features, this is real combat. You prove your worth, or you die.
Cain was doing a simple run. Get from point A, to point B. Kill target at the end. Set a new time. Got it.
Using his powers he got through the exercise in no time at all. The timer stopped, and the buzzer sounded. "Well done Cain. Three minutes and twelve seconds. That's better than last time." He grunted. "Come up to the control room and we'll see how the others are doing." He did so.
Doc was staring at the control monitors. He looked like a regular Doctor. His hair was gone, he had a bushy, grey mustache. He wore black pants, leather shoes, a white collared, button down shirt, and a white lab coat. He also had glasses that always seemed to hide his eyes.
Cain knew he used to be a jolly and happy old man, but he doesn't know where he got that image. The Doc never smiled, at least, not since he woke up in that bed. He would say good job, and excellent, and all that, but he never smiled.
The monitors showed the other experiments working on their own specific exercise. Noland's was to to assassinate a dummy without being picked up on the monitors. He couldn't see him anywhere on there, so he guessed that's a good sign.
Cain saw the monitor showing Banshee's work. She was assigned to kill all threats in the area. She was doing a good job. In a few minutes she should be done.
Cain was thinking about what he did remember. That terrible image. He decided to ask his question. The question that burned itself into his skull. "Doc." "Hmm?" "There is something I do remember from.......from before." He didn't turn around. Doc was writing something down. "Oh really?" He said. "What's that?"
Cain hesitated, but he said it anyway. "Who is Selina?" His pen stopped. Cain started silently counting the seconds that went by. When the Doc finally started talking, he reached 47. "She was..... an experiment. Like you, and the others."
He was obviously holding something back. His right leg began shaking ever so slightly. He'd seen him do this before. When another experiment asked if he did good enough, we all knew he didn't but the Doc lied to him to make him feel better before he was......put down.
"Was she....well, not 'special' enough?" He flinched. "She was very special. There was....an accident." "An accident." Cain echoed. As if, it sounded ridiculous and he was trying to let Doc know that it did sound ridiculous. "Yes. Please, Cain. Its not good to dwell on the past. How much did you say you remembered about her?"
Cain shrugged. "Just that name. I'm not sure what it means to anybody though." Doc nodded and began writting again. "Why don't you turn in for the night, Cain? You had a long day." He grunted. He left the Doc to his notes and research.
Doc was lieing, Cain knew. He knew more than he was letting on. Cain has to find out what. He'll find out tonight.
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