As he straps down he latest test subject, he readjusts the sock gag in her mouth. “Good God, you think people would be more willing to become better people”. His latest test subject was a youngish blond girl whose name was “Diamond”. He found her on a street corner trying to sell herself to make a quick buck. “Children these days” he mutters to himself as he walks over to his seat. Sitting down he placed his welding mask on and flips the switch. With a blinding flash of light and a loud bang, her body was gone.

Startled he began to look around. He has done this countless times and he had never heard a bang before. Rushing over to his fish tank he began to look around. No, everything still looks alright. Then what made that sound? Now listening for any other unusual noises he began to heard boots on the floor above him.

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Curious, he began to walk to his bedroom door that led upstairs. As he reached for the handle, the door began to shake. Startled, he froze. Not a full second later to door burst open, hitting his out stretched hand, making him jump backwards and trip over a pile of cloths. Looking up in surprise he saw several large men in full riot gear barge in and force him face down. Feeling, more than hearing the cold metal wrap around his wrists he began to look around in confusion.

The first thing he noticed was a rather large pair of black boots directly in front of him. As the legs began to take a knee he felt some ones hand grab the hair on the back of his head. Forcing his head up, he looked back at a rather large angry bear of a man say “Where’s Alexander?”

“Who?”