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"Griffin Golamundii" said a resonating voice. Griffin slowly tore himself from his darkened state. Glancing drearily about the room, he saw a room with a disturbing glow to it. As his drugged vision dilated his situation became more evident, as what were nondescript blurs condensed into the bars of a cage. He breathed sharply at the fact that he was in the cage and that outside the cage crouched the Masked Man.
Struggling to the opposite side of the cage, "Where am I?" Griffin asked out of desperation.
"This will be a place for you to remember," said the man wrapping his fingers around the bars of the cage "... for when you leave here you will be a scientific achievement."
A studious looking man entered the room "I'm sure he's flattered, but I suggest that we get this over with as soon as possible." The Masked Man stood and turned to leave, "Will you be present for the experimentation?"
"I'm afraid not. I have pressing matters and the such."
"Very well, I will inform you of the results." Pursuing the Masked Man out the doorway.
"I look forward to it." Said the Masked Man not turning his head in any way.
The educated looking man turned back to face Griffin though never making actual eye contact "Do I really need to tell not to try anything smart?" Griffin merely glared back. "I thought you would say that. By the way, you can call me Milton."
Griffin cocked his head "Milton?" he said dubiously.
Milton merely smiled. Two men entered the room and made way for the cage. Pulling the still half limp boy from the cage. Milton stopped pouring over his notes to examine the boy. Grabbing an instrument, he engaged it and began to wave it around Griffin. "Vitals are good considering what we sedated you with..." He said with a tone of humor as the child's head bobbed about "We will need to wake him up before the infusion."
he proclaimed. Turning back to his desk he returned with a syringe, and drove it into the kids neck. "Wait for it..."
Griffin's perception all of the sudden blasted open as his adrenaline spiked and his senses purged like a crumble dam. The two men struggled to hold him still as he shook violently with incredible energy. "By the stars! What did you put him on!" Barked one of the men to 'Milton'.
"A preview." He answered simply "Place him in the device."
"What device?" Groaned the other man in obvious exertion.
"The resonance chamber." Milton answered through a humored grin. "Don't worry we're not turning him to dust."
The two men took Griffin down the hallway and into what appeared to be a large warehouse. In the middle stood a temporary medical booth, comprising of amber hued, sterile plastic sheeting, that hung from a metal frame. Medical equipment and monitors of every sort were set up outside. Long cables and tubing webbed out from under the tent like structure. The men entered as a lab assistant pulled back the curtain, and strapped him to a gurney like bed. Two lab workers then fixed a clear case over Griffin and the cot. Numerous tubes and cords hooked into the case.
'Milton' took his station at a large board of knobs and sliders and looked to the medical booth. He only his silhouette through the yellow barrier "Like a rat in amber." he mused. "Battle stations." He ordered, as he powered up the numerous functions of his device "Today we make history."
Griffin saw the tubes light up and felt his skin tingle. He heard a scientist outside, "Resonance is calibrated to his frequency." he reported.
"Increase intensity." Ordered another "Continue until he enters a gaseous state."
Griffin screamed as the pressure of the chamber pushed the air out of him, and as the air began to disassemble him at the molecular level. "He is in evaporative suspension." Said one of the white coats "Begin infusion?"
"Yes."
Green gas seeped from the tubes a into the chamber, slowly filling the chamber and sharing the same space of air with Griffin's body.
"Process is complete." Announced 'Milton' "Reconstitute him."
Griffin was jolted out of sleep by the sound of the warehouse's gate getting smashed in. Scientists and thugs clamored for cover from scorching bolts of metal as they shredded through through the main garage. Unwittingly a bullet broke the seal on Griffin's container, he rolled out and jumped to cover. As he watched the warehouse get torn to pieces with a racing pulse, his senses accelerated. The world slowed down around him as his brain began to accelerate and process at superhuman speed. He knew he needed to escape and stood amongst the chaos.
He took a step forward and watched as the cement floor cracked under the force. He weaved in and out of bullets and debris as they stood still, suspended in time.
