---September 18th, 2008, 11:30 AM, Evan Campbell’s Room---

 

With Evan in a near vegetative state on his bed, Jay has taken a seat in Evans leather chair, while Amy is sitting on the bed at Evans feet, looking around the room, trying to think of something to break the awkward silence. After a moment, Jay sighs and clears his throat, deciding to clear the air between him and Amy.

 

“First things first; I’m sorry about flipping out on you and Evan the other day. It was a stupid thing to do, and I regretted it the instance I did it. Once you know why I did it, maybe you’ll be able to look passed it and stay friends. Look at things the way I saw them: I saw Evan carrying you the opposite direction as to where you were supposed to go. You were covered in bruises, and I couldn’t get a reason from Evan. I sat through school that day, worries out of my mind. As soon as classes let out, I got home as soon as I could and called both of your houses. I didn’t get an answer at either place, so, I went to Evans. I talked to his grandfather, he said I had just missed the two of you, that I might be able to catch you, since you had just went outside. I leave the house and run out back and watch as the two of you vanish into the woods. I follow you and stumble on both of you in your underwear kissing in the water. Almost immediately, I felt like a jackass. See, I figured out why I was so worried about you at just that second. I felt...something for you, I didn’t know what it was, but I felt it. Later, I figured out what it was: I wouldn’t call it love, but it was damn close. I felt betrayed when I saw the two of you like I did. I went apeshit, didn’t even know what I was saying. I stayed away from the two of you for as long as I did because I wanted to get what happened and what I was feeling straight in my head. When Evan decided that I was done being a jackass today, I hadn’t made up my mind yet. What he said got through to me though, especially after I saw him getting his ass kicked. I knew that I would always be Evans friend, no matter what my feelings are for you. If you don’t think I can manage that feeling, that’s fine, Ill leave you and Evan to each other, you’ll get no complaints, no attempts to sway you to my side, nothing.”

 

Jay’s speech stuns Amy into silence, her eyes wide in shock from his revelation. After a moment, she finds the words needed to respond.

 

“Wow…I…wow…I don’t know what to say. I had no idea you felt that way. If you would’ve just told us what was going on in your head, we would’ve gladly sat and talked things out. We didn’t do this just to spite you, we did it because we discovered genuine feelings for each other, feelings that we recognized together. Seeing you the way you are now, and knowing what I now know, I think you can manage your feelings just fine. I’m not going to force you out of our friendship because of something you can’t control, that wouldn’t be right. Just so you don’t have any doubts about us, I’ve always seen you as a brother, nothing more, nothing less, I hope you understand that. Once this idiot wakes up, you can tell him the same thing you told me, and we’ll fill you in on just what was happening when you saw him carrying me.”

 

Jay smiles a sad sort of smile, knowing that Amy wouldn’t reciprocate his feelings, having already decided to crush those feelings down deep inside and to never acknowledge them again. Making another decision, Jay decides to change the subject.

 

“So, how long are those pills supposed to keep him in this retarded state?”

 

“Hey, I resemble that remark…”

 

With a groan, Evan sits up on his bed, shaking the last remnants of his pills’ effects.

 

“Jesus…Note to self: Tone down the numbing effect in the next batch.”

 

“Wait, how are you already awake? When I took one of those pills, I was out for hours on end.”

 

“Yes, but you were in far worse shape than me. I messed around with the numbing effect enough so that it only lasts as long as the body needs to heal any injuries it has. Still too strong of an effect, makes them impractical to use.”

 

“Well, now that we’re not in school…again, what shall we do with the rest of the day?”

 

“Movie sound good?”

 

“Depends. Which movie?”

 

“Two choices: We can either go to the theatre and see Crank, or we can stay here and watch Army of Darkness. I’m up for either, so, decide amongst yourselves.”

 

Amy and jay glance at each other, already knowing what the other would prefer. With a slight nod, they answer together.

 

“Crank.”

 

“Okay then. To the Batmobile!”

 

Evan hops off the bed and charges up the stairs, showing energy that shouldn’t have been possible for someone who had just been royally beaten. Amy and Jay follow Evan at a slower pace, wondering what Evan meant by Batmobile. They follow Evan outside and around to the back of the house, where the garage is located. Evan opens the small door leading inside the garage and closes it behind him, leaving Amy & jay outside. They hear him rummage around, cursing as he bangs into something in the darkness. A few seconds later, the garage door slowly begins to glide upwards, and a song begins to play. At first, neither Amy nor Jay are able to make out the song, but, finally, they recognize it as Richard Sprauss’, Also Sprach Zarathustra. The sunshine filters into the garage, revealing its contents as the song builds up. The sun reflects off the shiny black surface, not fully revealing itself to them.

 

As the song fades out, the shiny black thing slowly begins to pull out of the garage, revealing itself to them. A dip in the hood, leading down to a circular contusion, solid black glass that wraps around most of the front of the car. Elongated front leading all the way back to twin fins, almost like…bat wings.

 

“He…he made a Batmobile. Christ on a Cracker, he made a Batmobile!”

 

“…..wow. Just…wow.”

 

The door to the car opens, its portion of the wraparound windshield moving with the door. Its gullwing style reveals Evan sitting in the drivers’ seat, a massive grin on his face. He climbs out of the car, leaving the door open, and looks at his two friends, an expectant look on his face. When nothing is said, Evan motions to the car.

 

“Well? Can I get an opinion or two?”

 

“One question: How?”

 

“Get in and I’ll tell you, cause we need to be going if we’re going to catch the movie.”

 

Evan pushes the drivers seat forwards, revealing the backseat. Jay climbs in and Evan moves his seat back into place. Amy walks around to the other side of the car and opens the door, climbing into the passengers’ seat. Evan climbs into his own seat, pulling his door closed behind him. He presses a button on a GPS device attached to the dashboard, turning a light on the steering wheel green. The car begins to move, the wheel turns, though Evans hands are not directing it, nor are his feet even touching the gas pedal. Evan moves his seat back a bit so as not to get snagged on anything moving. He turns to face Amy and Jay and begins to explain his Batmobile.

 

“Okay, you both know how I get these fits of boredom that nothing but building something can solve, so, one day, about two months ago, I got an idea in my head. I found this thing on the internet, it’s a device that you can install in your car that makes it able to drive itself, even has collision detection so it never hits anything Thing is, it just drives on, cant really take you anywhere, so, I rigged it up to a GPS tracker. Now, it goes wherever you program. Now, about the look of the car. See, you’re actually in a 1967 Cadillac Eldorado. When I told the old man about my idea, he went out and bought it, used. Got it cheap too. He really got into this one; he paid for everything, since we aren’t exactly hurting for money. Well, that, and he’s a Batman freak like me. We built what amounts to a shell, when we stuck it on the car, it looked like this. I waited until now to surprise you guys. The best part is…this is my car. I can go where I want, when I want. It doesn’t even run on gas, it’s freaking solar powered! Sometimes I’m amazed at the amount of money the old man put into this, only to just give it to me, free of charge.”

 

“Okay, I didn’t understand any of that, but, whatever.”

 

“Good. To the Movies!”

 

------September 18th, 2008, 1:06 PM, Outside the Movie Theatre---

 

Evan and his friends leave the theatre in a sea of people, headed for Evans car, heatedly discussing the movie.

 

“He’s Alive! I saw him blink!”

 

“You’re full of it, there’s no way he could’ve lived after a fall like that, I mean, come on, he bounced off a fuckin' car!”

 

“Fine. I’ll download the movie when I get home and show you, then we’ll see who’s alive and who’s wrong.”

 

As the three teens head out to the parking lot, Jay notices something odd.

 

“Umm...dude, who’s that messin’ with your car?”

 

“Huh?”

 

Evan hops up on a nearby bumper, looking down the lot at his car. He sees someone at the front of his car. They pop the hood open and lift something up, placing it inside, somewhere near the engine. Evan jumps off the bumper and sprints towards his car, yelling at the man as he goes, Jay and Amy close behind him. The Man slams the hood just as the three teenagers skid to a stop at the car. Evan marches up to the man and shoves him away from his car. Jay pulls Evan away from the man, only to grab the man by his shirt, holding him in place. Evan pops the hood of his car and looks down, trying to find what the man had done. He easily spots it, a device with dozens of wires running all over it, placed next to the motor in an empty space. Evan grabs it and attempts to rip it out, only to feel a substantial shock enter his body. He rips his hand away, noticing slight burns on his fingers. Evan shoves Jay out of the way and grabs the man himself, pulling him close to him.

 

“What the fuck did you do to my car?!”

 

The man smirks and breaks Evans grip, stepping backwards away from him, straightening his shirt.

 

“This…thing is blasphemy. It goes against God. Bats are evil creatures, designed by Satan and sent here to torment Gods followers. It must be destroyed.”

 

Evan, Jay, and Amy are rendered speechless by what the man said.

 

“Please tell me you’re joking.”

 

The man seems offended by this remark. He steps closer to Evan, a serious look on his face.

 

“Joking? This is nothing to joke about! This is a serious matter, and action must be taken. I must destroy this blasphemous creation post haste! By your words, I can tell that you own this thing; therefore, you are not a True Believer. Since you are not one of His followers, I am done conversing with you; I do not waste words on people who will spend eternity burning in Hell.”

 

Evan closes his eyes and shakes his head. When he opens them, he closes the hood of his car.

 

“Okay, enough bullshit. Get that thing out of my car, or I’m gonna kick your ass, it’s as simple as that.”

 

The man takes a step back, putting his fist in his jacket pocket. He pulls out a small device, with a button located on the tip. His thumb hovers over the button.

 

“I suggest you back away. When I press this button, this monstrosity will be gone for good.”

 

“You have till the count of three to give me that thing. One….Two…Thr-“

 

Before Evan can finish his count, the man dashes off in the opposite direction, weaving between the cars, finally out into the open lane of the lot. Evan, Jay, and Amy immediately race after him. The man looks over his shoulder and sees the teens gaining on him. He looks forwards again and jumps just in time to miss being liquefied by an approaching car. His jump lands him on the hood, the cars speed slams him into the windshield, shattering it, but, since its safety glass, it doesn’t fully break. The man rolls off the hood and continues to run, though with a limp now. Seconds later, Evan tackles the man to the ground, just as he presses the button. Not two seconds later, a massive BOOM echoes across the parking lot. Evan feels the heat on his back. He gets up and looks backwards, seeing a mushroom cloud where his car and dozens more, used to be. All at once, a black fury washes over Evan. He turns back to the man and pounces on him, reigning down blows wherever his fists could reach. After several seconds, Jay wrenches Evan off of him, barely holding him back. The man scrambles to his feet, blood pouring from his nose, missing several teeth. He sprints as fast as he can in the opposite direction, just as police sirens begin to fade in, though being mostly drowned out by the sound of burning, screeching metal.

 

------September 18th, 2008, 1:31 PM, Outside the Movie Theatre---

 

The three teenagers are sitting on the back of an Ambulance, wrapped in the mandatory blankets the EMTs provided. They are being questioned by the same Officer that showed up at Amy’s house.

 

“So, what did this man look like?”

 

“Shit man, I dunno, I was too busy tryin' to stop Evan from killin' him to get a good look.”

 

“I got a good enough look. He was about six two, two hundred pounds or so, had blond hair, same style as mine, blue eyes too. After I got done with him, he had a broken nose and several missing teeth. Black eyes too, unless I’m forgetting where I decked him.”

 

“Did you know this man? Have a previous conflict with him?”

 

“No, never seen the guy before. He was babbling about how my car was blasphemy, something about bats being evil, I don’t know.”

 

“Well, if that’s all you know, you’re free to leave. We’ll keep an eye out for this man.”

 

“What, no offer to give us a lift home?”

 

“Sorry son, still on duty, not allowed to do that.”

 

“Whatever…come on, we’ll walk.”

 

Evan takes several steps away from the ambulance, before stopping in his tracks. He thumps himself on the forehead and pulls his cell phone out of his pocket.

 

“Duh. I’ll call us a cab; I’m too pissed off to walk right now.”

 

Evan dials a number and puts the phone to his ear as Jay and Amy look around the parking lot, watching as the EMTs cart away several injured people, as well as three full body bags. The wreckage of what used to be Evans car, as well as dozens of vehicles surrounding it are still smoldering, the firemen unable to extinguish the flames, choosing to clear out anyone and anything the flames could harm and just let it burn itself out. Evan suddenly closes his phone and pockets it.

 

“Cab’ll be here in twenty minutes. I say we go back to the theatre and kill some zombies.”

 

“Best idea I’ve heard all day.”

 

------September 18th, 2008, 2:12 PM, Main Office, Steele Developmental Industries---

 

The polished oak double doors swing open, revealing the religious man who destroyed Evans vehicle. His face shows the results of Evans attack: two black eyes, a split lip, and a crooked nose. He enters the room and walks several feet forwards, stopping in front of a large desk. Behind this desk is the owner of Steele Developmental Industries, Thomas Steele. Dressed in his custom-made white suit, Thomas stares at the man his eyes narrowed with contempt. Thomas sits up in his chair, leaning forwards.

 

“You failed to kill him. That disappoints me. Bad things happen to people who disappoint me. Tell me Ronnie…how did you manage to fuck such a simple job up? You were to plant a bomb in Mr. Campbell’s car, wait till he and his friends got in and were well on their way home, and then trigger the bomb. It was supposed to look like an accident.”

 

Ronnie shifts uncomfortably from foot to foot, finally sitting in a nearby chair. He clears his throat and answers Thomas.

 

“I, uh, well; I guess I confused the length of the movie. I had just finished planting the bomb. The kids showed up and started trouble. I was able to come up with some bullshit about how bats are a sin or something, I can’t really remember. The kid had no idea I was there to kill him. He surprised me, got in a few lucky punches. I was able to get away, still managed to blow up his car though.”

 

“That’s not the point Ronnie. I don’t care if he has a vehicle nor not, I wanted him dead.”

 

“That’s another thing, why am I killing this kid? You never really gave me a reason.”

 

“That’s none of your concern….actually, it wont matter if you know, so, you should feel privileged that you are about to receive this information. Fifteen years ago, I was the head of the Applied Sciences division of the original Steele Industries, when my father ran the company. I stumbled upon a group that we had been funding for quite some time that hadn’t made any breakthroughs in several years. They had managed to create a second skin, one that, if managed properly, would promote an extremely fast rate of healing; it would enhance the wearers’ natural attributes. In laymen’s terms, it would make the user the equivalent of a superhero. When I first heard of the second skin, it was only in Phase 1, which enhanced aggression in the wearer, as well as their natural attributes, making it too dangerous to use.  I figured I could make quite a profit selling the second skin to either the United States military, or, to whoever would pay the highest price. I shut the project down and claimed all of their research for myself. To keep everything a secret, I had the creators killed, along with their families. Unfortunately, my henchmen were killed before they were able to eliminate the main creators’ year old son. I was unable to get my hands on him before the police shipped him off to his grandparents. I was unable to locate him until just a month ago. That’s when I hired you. Seeing as how you were unable to complete your task…I have no further need of you.”

 

During his informative speech, Thomas had gotten to his feet and began pacing the room. He stops at a bookcase against one of the many walls. Ronnie looks over at him as he finishes the speech. Thomas reaches for a book and removes it from the case. He flips it open, revealing that the pages had been hollowed out, leaving room for a Beretta 92 Model Pistol. He removes the gun from the book, sliding it back in its place. He cocks the gun and aims it at Ronnie, who has flipped his chair backwards, scrambling out of it. He dashes towards the double doors, only to hear a shot ring out, and, not even a second later, the bullet impacts against the back of his head, spraying blood and brain matter against the doors, Ronnie’s body slamming into them from the force of the bullet, slumping to the floor once he hits it.

 

Thomas walks to his desk and sets the gun on it. He presses a button on the intercom speaker that leads to his secretary.

 

“Jean, I’ll need a cleanup crew in my office, ASAP. Make sure they know how to get blood out of very expensive carpet.”

 

Seconds later, his secretaries voice filters through the speaker, slightly distorted.

 

“I’ll get right on it, Mr. Steele.”

 

------September 18th, 2008, 2:37 PM, Movie Theatre Arcade---

 

Ash Williams, hero of the Evil Dead Trilogy, revs his chainsaw, which is attached to his stump of a right arm, and slashes through a Deadite, cutting it in half at the torso. He reloads his Boomstick and fires off both barrels at another Deadite, this one losing its head thanks to the buckshot. Ash reloads his gun, driving the blade of his chainsaw into the gut of another Deadite. He revs the blade up, grinding the Deadite on his blade. He aims the gun under the Deadites' jaw and squeezes off another shot, blowing the Deadite off his blade and to pieces. With all of the Deadites vanquished, Ash reloads his Boomstick and turns to face the person controlling the videogame. The camera zooms in closer as Ash raises his eyebrow, a previously unseen Deadite approaches at a quick pace behind him. Ash sets his Boomstick on his shoulder and squeezes off a shot without looking, blowing the Deadite away. Ash smirks and says only one word.

 

“Groovy.”

 

The game screen reads ‘Hail to the King!’ as Evan holsters the plastic version of Ashes Boomstick and removes the plastic model of Ashes chainsaw from his right arm, setting it in its case on the opposite side of the game. He looks around the arcade, trying to find Amy and Jay. He spots Amy at a Terminator game, killing dozens of Endoskeletons with an automatic rifle. Jay is sitting at a racing game, eyes focused on the screen, white knuckles tight as he grips the wheel, Metallica’s ‘Fuel’ blaring from the games speakers. Evan walks over to Amy and covers her eyes with his hands, prompting her to let out a small squeak of surprise. On the game screen, a Terminator sporting the face of Arnold Schwarzenegger fires a rocket at the screen, killing Amy’s character, prompting a GAME OVER screen to appear. Amy removes his hands from her eyes and sighs, turning around, an agitated look on her face as Evan chuckles at her.

 

“Damnit, I almost saved the world. I was John Connors last hope too. See what you do, you mess with people, and robots rule the world. Thanks a bunch.”

 

“Let Christian Bale save the world. Come on, the Cabs probably here. Let’s go get Jay.”

 

Evan and Amy make their way through the crowd of people over to Jay, who had just crashed into a wall, bringing up a Game Over screen. He smashes his hands on the steering wheel and gets up just as Evan and Amy approach.

 

“Time to go.”

 

The three leave the arcade, fighting the crowd of movie goers. They leave the theatre once more, the wreckage of the cars having been cleared away after burning out, leaving a great blackened ring in the center of the parking lot. Evan sighs, clearly depressed. Their cab pulls up to the curb and the three climb in. Evan tells the driver where to go and he speeds off, heading towards Evans house.

 

------September 18th, 2008, 3:20 PM, Outside Evans House---

 

Evan and his friends pile out of the Cab, Amy and Jay head up the walkway while Evan pays the fee. After a minute, the cab drives away and Evan jogs up to his friends. He unlocks his front door and enters his house, followed by Amy. Jay, however, stays on the porch.

 

“I’m gonna head home. I’ve got a lot of stuff to do. See you guys later. Don’t forget about the field trip to Steele Developmental Industries tomorrow.”

 

“Bye then.”

 

Jay walks away, heading towards his house. Evan shuts his door and makes his way to the door to the basement, Amy hot on his heels. He opens the door and the two make their way down stairs. Evan leaps off the bottom step, landing safely on his bed, nearly bouncing off the single-sized bed in the process. Amy chuckles, stepping up to the side of the bed as Evan catches himself.

 

“You are such a goofball.”

 

“I know.”

 

“So, what now?”

 

“Well, I don’t know about you, but, having my car blown up, and getting in two separate fights has really made me tired. I think its time I took a nap. Actually, screw it; I’m going to sleep for the day. Hand me my bottle of pills over there. Two of those ought to knock me out until morning.”

 

Amy walks to Evans desk and grabs the bottle of pills. She unscrews the lid and removes four of the pills, setting the bottle back on his desk. She walks back to Evans desk, popping two of the pills in her mouth as she does. She chews and swallows them, Evan mimicking her actions. Evan kicks his shoes off, before unzipping his jeans. He pulls them off and tosses them to the side of the room. He grabs his covers and pulls them over him. Amy kicks off her shoes and pulls her jeans off as well. She climbs into bed next to Evan, pulling the cover over her as well. Evan wraps his arms around Amy, pulling her close to him. Amy claps her hands, activating the clapper system, turning the lights off.

 

------September 19th, 2008, 6:20 AM, Evans Room---

 

As the sun filters into Evans room through the tiny windows, bathing the sleeping teens in warm sunlight, Evans alarm clock clicks to 6:20 AM. The alarm clock signals itself to begin the waking process. It searches its brain for the proper sound file and quickly finds it. An edit of harvester of Sorrow, a recording, from Metallica’s Live Shit: Binge and Purge album, cut up to the 5 minutes and twenty five seconds mark. It begins to play the audio file.

 

“AAAAAAAAAALLLLL have said their prayers!
Invade their nightmares!
See into my eyes!
You’ll find where murder liiiieeees!”

 

At the loud yell from James Hetfield, Evan nearly jumps out of his skin, rolling off his bed, slamming against the hard floor, taking the over with him, leaving Amy on the bed.

 

“Ow.”

 

Amy shuts off the alarm clock as Evan untangles himself from the covers.

 

“Damn alarm clock…”

 

Evan stumbles over to his desk and plops down in his chair, grabbing a can of Coke as he does. He pops the tab and takes a swig, watching as Amy grabs a set of clothes and heads to the bathroom for her morning shower.

 

“A lucky man, I am.”

 

“Yes you are Yoda, yes you are.”

 

------September 19th, 2008, 7:40 AM, Front Gates, Arsenal Tech High School---

 

Amy, Evan, and Jay, as well as dozens of other students, stand around two school buses, waiting for the confirmation that it is time to board. Opting to leave his book bag at home that day, Evan is carrying only a thin jacket, now leaning against the bus.

 

“I’ve been looking forward to this trip for a long time. I’m glad the teachers let me come, especially with all the absences I’ve had as of late.”

 

“They know you’re the smartest out of all of us, it'd be a waste not to have the genius go to the genius think tank thing at this place.”

 

Evan spots movement out of the corner of his eye and, after realizing who it is, curses under his breath. Randy, Dwayne, and Stacy all approach Evan and his friends. Dwayne and Randy sport similar injuries, black eyes, bruises on their faces and necks. The surround Evan and his friends, very evil looks on their faces.

 

“You don’t think you’re going, do you?”

 

Evan steps away from the bus, right up to Randy, feeling confident after seeing his injuries.

 

“Figured I would, yeah. After all, someone has to be there to explain stuff to you dumbasses.”

 

“You better watch yourself Campbell, unless you want a repeat performance from yesterday.”

 

“Hey, go for it. Look at me, which one of us came off worse from that fight? Not a mark or scratch on me, and look at you, you look like you got beat with an ugly stick. Twice. So go ahead, just try me, and see what happens.”

 

With his final words, Evan sneakily pushes a button on his watch and his contact lenses flash red in time with his last words. Randy jumps back, surprised.

 

“Uh…we don’t need to beat on these chumps any more than we already have. Lets go, they’ve learned their lesson.”

 

Randy drags his two friends off, leaving a satisfied Evan Campbell. As Evan begins to chuckle, a teacher lets out a loud whistle from inside the bus, the signal to begin boarding. Evan and his friends beat everyone on, securing two seats in the back of the bus, one for Evan and Amy, the other for Jay. The rest of the students load onto the bus, Randy, Dwayne, and Stacy having climbed aboard the other bus. The doors close, the bus starts, and moves out, heading towards Steele Developmental Industries.

 

------September 19th, 2008, 8:30 AM, Steele Developmental Industries---

 

The two yellow buses slow to a stop outside the massive office building. Teachers and students begin to file out of the buses, Evan and his friends at the top of the line. They head into the building and begin taking the tour as designated by the field trip. After twenty minutes, they happen upon the weapons division of the company. The tour guide motions to a person wearing what appears to be nothing but black spandex covering his entire body. A tank full of black liquid is next to him.

 

“If you look over here, you will see the latest test in our second skin body armor, a government contracted project. When complete, it will offer our soldiers the greatest advantage of all time. It will make them nigh invincible. The suit promotes greater healing, higher tolerance for pain, enhanced speed, strength, everything will be improved; we will have made Man Better…Faster…Stronger. For now though, we have only been able to complete Phase 1 of the suit, it still has some bugs to work out. Right now, it tends to take over the wearers mind. It enhances aggression, making it dangerous to use.”

 

As if on cue, the man wearing the suit grabs his head, dropping to his knees, letting out a loud roar. The suit ripples and warps around him, mutating him into a hulking beast of a man, all muscle, tripling his initial size. The beast begins to destroy everything around it, prompting the staff and students to scatter. The beast grabs the tank of black liquid and hurls it into the air. Evan trips over his own feet as he tries to escape, though Amy and Jay are too caught up in the flow of the crowd to help him. The vat of liquid comes crashing down next to Evan, spraying him with the liquid, covering his entire body with it.

 

Evan begins to writhe around, attempting to free himself from the liquid, which seems to have taken on a mind of its own. The black liquid gravitates towards Evan as the man in the suit continues to thrash around. Several teams of security surround the man and begin to unload clip after clip into him, finally stopping him, the black suit covering him liquefying and falling off of him, leaving his bullet riddled body lying in a pool of his own blood. Several doctors rush over to Evan once they see him covered in the liquid. They begin to pry the liquid off of him, until it begins to fight them off. It hurls them away using tentacles of a sort. All at once, the black liquid seemingly dissolves, disappearing into Evans body.

 

“Call an ambulance!”