Bab 11: 10. She's Like A Wind.
Dr. Morrisey was pleased. Preliminary tests showed the Omega Target was compatible with all three donors. At that point, he decided to make a serum from all three together, not just one. He would make a different version of the serum and test it on other subjects that did not have all eight genes required but only six, but in computer simulation, these subjects might survive.
Although it was not likely, he would also make separate serums for them. These subjects were only compatible with one or two donors, but Dr Morrisey had time to make different versions because it took time to get the Subject Omega in shape, and the serums would be ready in the meantime.
The other targets were not so perfect. Dr Kendrick had not developed the right rage for any of the other targets, and he had theorized that the rage also required all eight genes.
The serum was actually quite simple. The retrovirus would contain the werewolf genes, and the retrovirus would release them throughout the body. First, the target's immune defense would have to be knocked down, and before that could be done reliably, it would have to be studied. How to remove it. He would make a combination of genes and put the genes of all three targets into the viruses so that the target would become a whole new creature—a super werewolf.
Because the subject had eight genes that reacted and mated with the werewolf genes in some way, he would create the world's first artificial werewolf. When these genes are mated, a chain reaction occurs, and all the remaining genes in the target become werewolf genes. This whole body would transform as new chromosomes were formed in every cell, driven by a retrovirus. As a result, he would create a super werewolf with a supernaturally fierce rage and under his complete control.
Dr Morrisey had been hunting for these genes ever since his daughter was turned into a werewolf against her will. His daughter had fallen in love with a boy, a werewolf, and he had then seduced her into bed; in the rapture, he had bitten her enough to turn her into a werewolf and had no regrets. Dr Morrissey had examined his daughter closely. As soon as she had called him in tears, the bite marks began to fade rapidly, and she began to feel the change in her body.
He had tried to reverse the process, but in the process, he killed his daughter. He had studied the cellular change carefully and tried to make a retrovirus containing only human genes. Still, the reaction had destroyed the coherence at the cellular level of his daughter, and she had died painfully and slowly.
It wasn't really his daughter anymore; she was a beast, and it was good that she died. These eight genes would cause a cascade reaction that would change every cell in the target. It would change every chromosome and every gene, and the target would become his weapon against werewolves.
According to computer theory, the change would be permanent, and the target should survive it. Together with Dr. Kendrick, they would program this new werewolf to be the ultimate killer, drag the werewolf's reputation through the mud, and make people realize what a threat werewolves really were. That's why Dr. Kendrick had already developed a rage for the target.
One thing the serum would do would be that the rage would be permanent in the target's genes, so this would be a whole new way of researching, presenting, and exploiting the rage gene; it would make a lot of money. They would brainwash the target to obey them without question, to kill as savagely and brutally as they wanted, and in public.
He would also let everyone study the subject and perform medical experiments and procedures on it because Dr. Morrisey thought werewolves were animals. His friends in the government were pushing through a new law that would define a human based on DNA, and the subject would have six strands of DNA, not two strands like a human, so the subject would not be a human but an animal and therefore would not have the protection of the law.
The best result would be if he could get the werewolf to make organs for humans, for example. The tissues would pay well and be quite lucrative, but he had so many good ideas on how to make the best use of the target.
Many wealthy and sick people on earth would pay a fortune for a new heart. Or a liver. He could even figure out how to transplant the subject's spinal cord into a paralyzed person and get them to walk, but the only problem would be that, as the subject was not human, the graft would survive. Would it be grafted?
Dr Morrissey wondered in his mind as he looked at the unconscious subject omega, who was undergoing a procedure to ruthlessly and rapidly run down her immune defenses. The target looked weak and frail, but that would be the point of the story. No one would believe that this delicate little girl was a cold-blooded scavenger and super wolf.
Adam showered and then joined the others for dinner. The food was salt-free but nutritious, and Adam knew he needed all the calories he could get. The metabolism of a werewolf is almost twice that of a human, and the calorie requirements are accordingly. And they'd been poked and prodded. There was room for improvement. Adam felt his body was correcting whatever had been done to him.
Over food, the men sat on the couch and talked about anything and everything because there was probably a microphone or something similar in the room. Although they hadn't found it, they were careful anyway and only talked about generalities. Adam had gone through the rooms carefully and had had no great immediate idea of how to escape either. They could see from the window that they were in the middle of the sea, and there seemed to be a hell of a lot of people on board. So, the overwhelming majority was very large, at least for a time.
After two hours, the door opened, and the nurses brought Mimi into her room to her bed; she was asleep. Two nurses adjusted the bed while two nurses stood in the doorway with hands in their pockets visible, ready to push a button if any of the men moved. Eventually, all the nurses left, and there was a metallic clang as Mimi's handcuffs opened with some kind of remote control.
Adam took his first good look at Mimi. Her face was thin, her eyelids almost transparent, and thick black lashes made her skin look even paler. Her eyebrows were dark too, arched, her skin pale and smooth, her blonde hair almost knotted at the shoulders, and there were distinct dark circles around her eyes. Mimi looked very young, almost pre-teen. Mimi was thin, very thin, and it showed in her face. Her features were symmetrical, but there was this wildness, this almost supernatural quality already visible.
Mim may not have been a classic beauty, but Adam studied her features carefully, wondering what she'd look like when she was fit. He remembered her voice, a fierce, determined, steely voice that was clouded by drugs, but it hadn't dampened her fighting spirit one bit.
Even when she slept, Mimi looked exhausted. Samuel came closer and opened the blanket.
He said, "Don't get too close. Let me see her through to make sure she's asleep. There's no way of knowing how she'll react."
Samuel lifted Mimi's eyelid, watched for a moment, grunted, and nodded.
"Asleep and sound sleep, poor child. She looks so exhausted, and I wonder what on earth they are planning to do with her. She is skinny and slender, tiny, like a child. She's still heavily medicated, so I can't say when she'll wake up." Samuel said as he thought.
Mimi was wearing nothing but a gown and thick bandages on her arms and legs. Samuel looked under the gown and noticed a row of stitches, several. This girl had been operated on. Some wounds were older, and no longer had stitches.
Samuel carefully felt all over the girl. He felt her pulse, both at the neck and wrist, then walked to the closet and took another blanket from there, which he put over Mimi and said, " She's really skinny, underweight, and it looks like these guys have no mercy. She's hypothermic, too. That's why I'm trying to put more heat on her."
Samuel kept talking. It was as if he was talking almost to himself and then to others. He tried to avoid the hospital slang as he remembered that Bran and Adam might not understand it.
"They've probably taken her bone marrow, tissue samples from at least liver, pancreas, spleen, possibly intestines and even heart. She's morbidly underweight, probably skeletally fragile, and I don't see how this creature could have done the kind of damage you've described, Adam. I mean, what does this thing even hit with?"
Samuel saw the dried blood under Mimi's fingernails, and he could smell that it wasn't her own, but human blood.
Samuel said, "She's not quite a normal human anymore. The way they've rejuvenated her, well, it's made her more durable than a human, but she could die, she could be hurt, and since I can't know what they're after, I can't predict what they'll do to Mimi."
"Her metabolism seems more sped up than a normal human's; I don't know if that's why any medicine will last then. I can hear her heart beating quite frantically even now. And it's burning calories, and she can't seem to afford it," Adam reflected.
Adam had already felt an incredibly protective instinct for Mimi. He wanted to keep her safe, to make her smile, to make her well, and yet he knew how fucked they were, and he would probably be powerless to protect her from these torturers.
" She's also hypothermic, so she should get some clothes on as soon as she wakes up. I put more blankets on, and luckily, there's a coffee machine so we can make her a drink, even hot coffee. The caffeine will probably help her, too. We just need to get this girl to listen and obey," Samuel continued.
Bran said: "You're in a doctor's mood again; you're already diagnosing and planning hard. If we just wait for her to wake up first and calm her down a bit so she doesn't fight with everyone all the time, it might be healthier for her, too."
Adam said, "She's a fighter, and the rage they've developed in her, well, it's up to us to see that she gets herself under control because it's not good for that skeleton to be rampaging around, trying to hurt anybody when she's just getting herself in a bad way."
Samuel nodded and made sure the blankets were properly on Mimi. He walked close to the tables and looked at the food that had been brought there, wondering what would be the best food for Mimi. This one had so many stitches that her internal organs might have been dissected as well, and then how would her appetite or her digestion work, the absorption of nutrients? Samuel did find problems, but not solutions.
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