He laid there, in his bed. thoughts going through his head. Questions without answers. Who was Selina? Your former girlfriend who was murdered. Murdered by who? Obviously, the people who hired Doc to begin with. Why did Doc want us to be trained for this tournament anyway?
Cain had to steal his last two shards. There was a thug who was waving it around and bragging about it, probably looking for respect. The last one was in a pawn shop. No casualties. He doesn't know why though, he doesn't know what to think about the humans. They looked so similar to the other experiments. They didn't have powers or anything. In fact, when he punched the thug, his nose broke almost instantly, it almost surprised Cain. He always pictured humans to be fighters of some kind. According to the Doc's plans, he didn't want to have any chances of the humans winning.
Speaking of fighters, he saw Banshee. She was in the line up along with the others. There was Noland, Banshee, Knuckles, Shank, and Whip. Doc sent his best. He was better, but there are a lot of others who he didn't know. Like that, so-called, wizard, or that Vessel. He wasn't quite ready to believe in magic yet. All of this was a type of technology. Incredibly advanced, but not impossible.
He took a deep breath, and closed his eyes for a long, restless sleep.
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