Surrounded

Prometheus was frozen by the words that came from a soldier, "Freeze," just like he had commanded, Prometheus had listened. He had no other choice, but to listen and put his hands up. He was surrounded.

The clocks of gun ring in Prometheus' ears as a man walks out from the wall of soldiers that surrounded Prometheus. He claps his hands, smiling as he approaches Prometheus.

'Who are all these people? Is it the government,' Prometheus thought eyeing the gun he still had in his hand.

The man reaches Prometheus, inspecting his whole body and licking his lips. Prometheus' vision was obstructed by the lights that pointed at him, however the man was able to block some of the lights, allowing Prometheus to see the man clearly.

He had an open lab coat, cracked glasses that were sliding off his nose, a t-shirt with a cat on it, jean shorts, unkempt red hair, and black eyes that spoke out intrigued. "Prometheus Morgan," the man says. "That is your name right? My name is Ethan Blythe, but you can call me Dr. Blythe."

"Yes," Prometheus responds, shaking in his boots. 'I overheard one of those scientists talk about him. This is the guy who ordered them to go through the experiment.'

"Perfect. Then let me cut to the chase. You're under arrest for the murder of one of my men."

Prometheus began sweating, he could barely remember what happened in the experimental zone. He was so disconnected from the world and focused on his goal of killing that he thought of nothing else, he was on autopilot.

"H-How do you know that," Prometheus says after a period of silence.

"ARE YOU AN IDIOT," the man yells scaring Prometheus. "You think some level 17 is going to just hack a government building without us knowing? That little bastard was so sure of himself. We caught on to his act the moment he entered the building. Not even from this night, since the morning we have been following him."

'Is that why they required us to share our stats? To see who would be a threat.'

"You know Prometheus, after I investigated you. I see that you show true promise. Your ideals, your desire for information. You're a historian right? Have you thought of going for a science career. You would make a great replacement for that boneless moron you killed."

"How could you say that," Prometheus said weakly.

"He was one of your men right, you should be grieving him more," Prometheus stared at Dr. Blythe with anger.

However despite the look that Dr. Blythe had, he walked closer to Prometheus, punching him in the gut and forcing him to curl up on the ground, groaning in pain. Prometheus could barely look up to see the absolute anger in Dr. Blythe's face. "You think I'm not grieving... He was boneless, he didn't have the balls to kill 3 kids! He was moron for not staying alive for another day. HE WAS A NICE MAN!"

Dr. Blythe turned around, hiding his face from Prometheus, "I should have just done the experiment myself. The King would have done it by himself and gotten the job done much quicker," he whispers to himself. After talking to himself and calming himself down, he turned back around to face Prometheus who managed to get himself up partially. He noticed the gun that was in Prometheus' hand and smiled.

"You looted the body, you're a cheeky bastard. If you were smarter, you would have gotten the antidote from him and helped your friends. Then again, you probably threatened him, but his iron will prevented him from revealing the antidote, or he felt like he was a sinner and allowed himself to be killed. Either way, he didn't reveal the antidote to you and that deserves a raise in my opinion."

'There was an antidote. I didn't even think about that,' Prometheus thought gripping the gun tighter and taking aim at the man quickly.

"Please, just let me out of here. I-I will kill you if you don't let me go." Prometheus thought hard back to his struggle and remembered his blood-lust skill. He focused hard, he faked his desire to kill him, he faked it so well that he was able to fool himself and the system.

[Skill Activated. Blood-lust]

The aura coming from Prometheus was large enough for the soldiers to take a step back in fear of him.

[Skill Level Up: Blood-lust Lvl. 1 -> Blood-lust Lvl. 2]

His aura spiked up causing the soldiers to look shaken by his blood-lust. Despite the level up, Dr. Blythe was unaffected by his blood-lust. Instead he had a larger smile that freaked Prometheus out.

"Try using that gun of yours on me. Go on, I won't-"

*BANG*

Prometheus fired, causing the soldiers to bring their guns forward and take two steps forward to close in on Prometheus. The bullet had gone in Dr. Blythe's abdomen, he covered the bullet and began laughing further creeping out Prometheus and even some of the soldiers. "Perfect. That was a purrfect shot. I knew you would be a great replacement!"

Dr. Blythe laughed harder. "Let me show you real blood-lust."

[Skill Activated: Blood-lust]

Prometheus' sweat dripped faster, he felt as though he was looking at the face of death. That same face was laughing hysterically as Prometheus could barely keep standing. The soldiers were unlucky, being forced to their knees to abide by the doctor's own desires.

Dr. Blythe opened his lab coat, he had started coughing disrupting his laughing. He pulls out a syringe with strange blue fluid in it, he injects himself in his arm with swiftness, still laughing manically. The laughing however is interrupted, by whatever he put in the syringe it had an immediate effect. Causing him to fall to the ground, everyone paused as they waited what came next.

Shaking, Dr. Blythe began uncontrollably shaking and foaming at his mouth. He was having a seizure, everyone observed the strange scientist give himself a seizure. It it was only a few seconds later when he suddenly stopped, and rose up from the ground wiping his mouth from the foam. "Hmmm, I need to remake the antidote, if it gives seizures like that, I'm glad Markus didn't use it. I should probably go on and tell the team about the effects on humans."

Dr. Blythe stretched his body out and walked slowly to Prometheus. He pulled out two new syringes, plucking the syringe in him afterwards, safely putting it back within his lab coat. Prometheus felt the effects of the doctor's blood-lust to be gone, so he aimed his gun to him.

"Do you think that will actually harm me now," Dr. Blythe says as he stabs himself with one of the syringes. It had a blueish green color to it, as it was sucked in by his body, the wound on his abdomen had completely healed without any delays. Once it was healed, the spot where the wound was spit out the bullet as Dr. Blythe slid the used syringe back in his coat.

Once he got to Prometheus, he stabbed him with the other syringe, it had a strange green fluid in it. Prometheus screamed, but felt the pain that plagued his leg completely vanished. The hole in his leg had been healed, the substance in the syringe had quenched his fear, put him at ease.

"Everything is okay, alright Prometheus. I know you were just through a lot, but you need to take what happened here as part of your character. Today you will be a brand new Prometheus Morgan. Dr. Morgan you will now be," Dr. Blythe smiled.

"Yeah.. That sounds about right. I am a bit tired," Prometheus said feeling his eye lids becoming anchors. He was fast asleep, Dr. Blythe pulled the syringe out of Prometheus, he slid it back into his lab coat and picked up Prometheus on his shoulder.

"Up, we go," he says turning around. "Well then soldiers don't just kneel to me. We're going to the King. I think he would love to meet Prometheus."

The soldiers worked fast, some going into the building to presumably perform clean up duty. Others loaded up into cars, leaving one with an open door, where Dr. Blythe put Prometheus in. After placing Prometheus in the backseat, he climbed into the passenger side, opening up his phone and calling the driver of the front car in the fleet of vehicles.

"Start driving."

The fleet of vehicles, drove away from the building and onto the main road. "I'm going to go take a nap, wake me up when we get to the castle." Dr. Blythe closed his eyes, but it wasn't long until he opened his eyes again in reaction to the sudden stop of driving.

"What's going on," Dr. Blythe asks agitated, "I can't even take a nap for a good hour!"

"Uh, sir," the dirver said getting off of his phone, "It appears that there is someone blocking us."

"Who the hell would have the balls to stop a government fleet. I'll go up there and-"

Dr. Blythe stopped talking as he saw one of the cars in the front come flying over his own car.