To What Has Been and What is to Come.

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Subject: Jacob Einrieccht
Age as of Date: 18 at the time of the compiling of his full record review.
Birth Date: 3/19/07
Date of Death: 12/31/29? (No exact time or date has been established properly, nor cause, as no trace of his body, or the bodies of his wives could be recovered, and no traces remain.)
Known Associates:
Identities hidden for personal protection, also whereabouts unknown.
Jennifer xxxxxxxx
Aria xxxxxxxx
Miyaka xxxxxxx
Sarah xxxxxxxx
Hilda xxxxxxx
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Powers of Jacob: Unknown or impossible to quantify.

Head researcher's Notes:

This review is being recompiled and overhauled from previous failed efforts to complete the entire puzzle of the story of the subject. Most of it comes from video and written journals left behind by the subject, his wives and testimony from the numerous eye witnesses of each incident involving Jacob. This is for more than posterity for future researchers into the now blossoming studies of things once thought impossible. This report is the culmination of decades of research, not just of Jacob, but going back fifty years, and progressing to a wildly unknown future. But I and my team vow that because of Jacob, this report can be made to assist other researchers in caring and studying other subjects with safety and empathy at the core. However, while this department of the government is sympathetic to subjects and patients with A.A.S. (Activated Abilities Syndrome) and wish to help maintain a life, develop their unique abilities, or ultimately try to treat them so they will not be burdened with them. There are other, hidden and lesser known groups who either want to outright destroy them, treat them as man made gods, or use them as tools. all of which denotes that they care not for the individual, but what they can gain from them. We must protect these subjects as much as we can. This is a gravely serious matter.

-Dr. Foremon, D.S.N.S.D.P. (Department of Super Natural Study, Defense and Protection)

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Case 1: Waking up. (Note: this is the time his powers begin to awaken.)



It was the first time I had woke up alone since the honeymoon, in my hospital bed. Every thing that could ache did so in perfect sync. I sat on the edge of the bed as nurses handed me the same sterile little plastic pill cup, with the same doses of medicines, and the same cup of juice. The nice self proclaimed "Sweet Vampire Phlebotomist" was poking my arm again. Every Monday morning like clockwork, meds, test blood, then breakfast, then cleaned up and wheeled to the last semester of High School which was held for the residents of "Freak Farm" as some of the less than kind college students referred to the remodeled old lab building by the star of the campus the Advanced Research Hospital. I lived in said hospital, not as a freak, but as a guy with a countdown timer with no way to tell when it will end for me. And then lunch, physical tests and maybe if it was a good day, I would be allowed to soak in the hot tub to loosen my ultra stiff muscles, then dinner, rinse and repeat.

As another friendly nurse was helping me shower for the day, I could not help but wistfully remember how I ended up married to five women, whom I had known each one most of their lives. Journal I wont bore you with long winded allegory's of love at first sight, and such, nor will I spin a story for each one. all of my group we were here, stuck together for the rest of our lives, but what what made this special and unique was that I was not out for a harem, but what I found was a deeper than love relationship with those women, whom had their own issues, not looking for no story book fairytale, but a solid and lasting connection.

Then we got married. Together. Due to a festival that made me a prize for the winner. But fate decided to spice up the soap opera by having all five reach me at the same time, and not a single one backed down. So we were married, legally. It was kept very quite while at the Hospital where we were actually supposed to be undergoing trials and tests for the European research branches of the Hospital. Then back home in time to start the last semester of our education.

But what awaited me was knowing smiles. Nurses looking at me like I was the happy cat who got the five canaries. I was riding the elevator with my wives/floormates, because I was finally allowed to use the powered wheelchairs again, after the Drift incident. When the elevator opened on the ground floor we were blasted with the still chilly very early spring air, mixed with the sun was a nice blast to the face from every time the entryway doors opened.

The nurses coming and going from the hospital waved at us in passing. I was wearing my oh so dashing uniform, as my wives were wearing the same uniforms, altered slightly to fit their styles. My friends from my Friday morning walking routine were playing catch, in the melting snow, as it was too early for college classes to start, since it was a whole week before the campus would be filled with student life. But not for us. We had classes almost every day.

I was just putting along in my wheelchair when I first heard it.

When things are going pleasantly, you know it will always happen, if you are in anyway different from anyone.

A douchebag of the highest rank and order.

You know the type.

Holier than thou because they some how managed to bag a scholarship to the higher up, very exclusive, almost seven figures yearly to attend this school, type.

We learned to ignore it.

And mostly they stop once we pass.

But today they didn't.

The soggy bag of flaccid dicks threw trash at us, while his friends only watched. Some of them walked away, but apparently I had a challenging look in my eye which provoked him further.

"Hey freak, starring at me wont get your legs to work again!"

I stood up.

Now understand, I can walk, albeit like an old man. My condition was not just about my ultra tight muscles. What is going to kill me is either my heart seizing, due to my hearts tight muscles, or my self destructive need to protect the women who love me, and are walking with me. But I can stand up.

And now the King Shit of the Turd pile decided to try to knock me down. With a punch to my stomach.

You could hear the bones in his hand break as they came into contact with my stomach muscles while they pretend to be a concrete wall.

I reacted a second too low and fell on my ass.

He screamed his poor, poor hand.

Campus security took him into the hospital's infirmary, and then brought down whatever justice they could serve, as the video had shown him punching me.

I puked up blood, felt my stomach tighten more, my heart stopped and I passed out, all to the symphony of five women screaming bloody murder.

End Case 1.

[RapeU]

This somewhat reminds me of Stephen King's book Carrie, where the first part of the book is written as a police report. Autopsy results, witness statements about her and her family, etc. You've definitely got something here, and I'm interested in where the story will turn next.

[Writers_Bloque]

This somewhat reminds me of Stephen King's book Carrie, where the first part of the book is written as a police report. Autopsy results, witness statements about her and her family, etc. You've definitely got something here, and I'm interested in where the story will turn next.

Thank you very much. I am trying out a new perspective to actually get the important details out, without taking too long to get to the meat and potatoes of the story, while also adding some comical, romance and a bit of the good 'ol Ultraviolence to round it out. This is a rework of an original of mine I posted to KB long ago, while it was a little campy people liked the story, but alas, I thought I saved it good, but all I have left of the original is my story notes and such, so this time I am going to stay on the same highway, but in a better paved lane, so to speak.

[praetor3d]

1) What did I immediately feel after reading this
2) What I love about what I read
3) What would I change in the story to make it perfect (for me)
4) Did I get off on this and why

1) I was extremely confused, but believe me, I mean that in a good way! I had to reread everything three times to try to unpack some explanations, like what exactly was going on, like why marriage, why a countdown, what is this school exactly? Perhaps I'm just as lost as some of the characters, trying to find their way to explanation and purpose or to settle whatever is unknown. Either way, I'm entertained because this idea and concept is something I want to see more of.

Now that I process this a bit more, it reminds of a book I read back in elementary school called "I am the cheese", where we slowly learn the protagonist is being studied and you can't really figure out what his reality is until the very end.

2) I do enjoy stories with non-traditional formatting. In this case, it seems we'll get the reveal of the plot and characterization through notes and self narration. I'm hoping it becomes a puzzle that one has to piece together.

3) I'm not entirely sure what Case 1 refers to, is this another note? I'm on the fence as to whether it was necessary to add the "(this is where his powers begin to awaken) note, unless maybe it was scribbled by the researcher. The protagonist says "Journal", so it felt to me that maybe he was speaking to a recording medium? At first I thought maybe "Case 1" would have been better labelled as "Chapter 1" because I found the sudden first perspective view to be a little jarring in it's transition. But I'm not sure, there's a lot going on and I love it that way.

[Writers_Bloque]

1) What did I immediately feel after reading this
2) What I love about what I read
3) What would I change in the story to make it perfect (for me)
4) Did I get off on this and why

1) I was extremely confused, but believe me, I mean that in a good way! I had to reread everything three times to try to unpack some explanations, like what exactly was going on, like why marriage, why a countdown, what is this school exactly? Perhaps I'm just as lost as some of the characters, trying to find their way to explanation and purpose or to settle whatever is unknown. Either way, I'm entertained because this idea and concept is something I want to see more of.

Now that I process this a bit more, it reminds of a book I read back in elementary school called "I am the cheese", where we slowly learn the protagonist is being studied and you can't really figure out what his reality is until the very end.

2) I do enjoy stories with non-traditional formatting. In this case, it seems we'll get the reveal of the plot and characterization through notes and self narration. I'm hoping it becomes a puzzle that one has to piece together.

3) I'm not entirely sure what Case 1 refers to, is this another note? I'm on the fence as to whether it was necessary to add the "(this is where his powers begin to awaken) note, unless maybe it was scribbled by the researcher. The protagonist says "Journal", so it felt to me that maybe he was speaking to a recording medium? At first I thought maybe "Case 1" would have been better labelled as "Chapter 1" because I found the sudden first perspective view to be a little jarring in it's transition. But I'm not sure, there's a lot going on and I love it that way.

Thank you! I am going to slowly reveal things, like you said through notes, journals and witness reports. The reason for Cases instead of Chapters, is because while separate events, they all come together for the researcher (reader) towards the end. Like those narrative driven games where your character finds cassettes, notes and diaries through out the story. In case 1 he was actually writing it out. Oh you will enjoy this puzzle as you read it. The countdown is a metaphor for him knowing and accepting what little time left he may have of living, His condition is horriffic, like living in a perpetual full body cramp.

[Writers_Bloque]

I woke up as they were rushing me into the E.R. My heart started again, but this time with a stronger beat. I sat up uncontrollably, almost falling off the stretcher. The doctor and nurses stopped, as the EKG machine beeped like something was threatening it. Hyper developed and ultra tight muscles singing their song as I tried in vain to get off the stretcher. A doctor assisting tried to chemically calm me down, but its calming fluid had little effect. I was amped up, but as soon as my thoughts returned, I was hit with a wave of exhaustion I never felt before.

I passed out, again.

Dinner smelled good, when I finally awakened again, this time much calmer, in my bed, as my dinner tray was within reach. I was hungry, and a fork full of roast beef, with a bit of mashed potatoes was aiming for my mouth.

Ah, Hilda, the sweet Bavarian Beauty, she was pretty, like those beer girls at Octoberfest, but she was wickedly smart, but her heart was kinder than almost anyone else on Earth, she was only an inch taller than me at 6'9" Her condition was the fact that her bones was constantly rebuilding themselves, and not entirely out of calcium. Thus some ruder people called her the milk maid, as when she first transferred in, she could not speak much English and was chugging a quart of milk.

Now she was attempting to feed me, since my eyes opened she took me for fully awake.

My arms were like super dense matter, too heavy to lift, so I smiled and let her feed me. To be honest, I was in no position to resist either, when she can lift me from my bed and put me in the wheelchair when she wants to go out.

She dabbed my mouth with a napkin when I was finished, and she reached into her bag, and pulled out two slices of black forest chocolate cake.

Homemade.

She liked to cook, and sometimes the kitchen staff allowed her to bake, when the staff was not busy prepping for meals.

It was amazing.

I can't really say I love sweets, because the only sweets I have know is the hospital's, low sugar desserts.

But this was as close to sex as it could be without us eating it off of our bodies.

And yes, I in fact have had my V-card revoked permanently.

She was helping me undress for my nightly shower, when the Head Nurse entered along with my doctor, who perpetually had the look of a man used to my antics, but still perpetually surprised by the new things I get into, or happens to me.

"Hilda, we have gone over this with all of you many times before, only staff can assist Jacob with bathing." The Nurse spoke, not with anger, but a Knowing, but firm tone of voice.

Dejected Hilda gathered her things and blew me a kiss to me as she left with a little skip in her step.

"Are you sure you should be worried about sating your libido right now?" The doctor asked in his normal, controlled tone, slightly off from his usual shifts between astounded and mad.

"All I wanted was a shower, my arms and legs feel like they weigh a ton." I groaned as the very act of sitting up was ripping me apart.

The doctor nodded and gave me a once over.

Then he stepped outside, and I heard him order a blood test, and a really strong dose of muscle relaxant, the kind and amount large enough to turn an elephant into a wobbly bowl full of jelly.

The head nurse winked at me, as she slipped something under my pillow.

Now, Journal, let me address the elephant in the room.

There is a civil war among the researchers, doctors, nurses and assistant researchers.

It was all centered around my Libido.

One side, the die hard and staunch believers in the fact that even popping a boner could kill me. But there was nothing they could do about my sex drive, as anything beyond dosing me with small amounts of saltpeter would surely kill me.

And even the saltpeter was nixed for being unethical.

So these unknown, shadowy cock blocking cabal was trying to keep me out of trouble, mostly failing or succeeding, just for it to turn out annoying.

But the saviors of my sex life, those die hard good guys, who knew the risks, but decided to at least go out happy and with empty balls would work behind the scenes to get me laid, to put it crudely.

The Head Nurse was one of the silent hero's.

She helped me finish undressing, stopping to go to the clean linen cart outside, and then the vampire visited me, as I was a new add to her schedule. She drew blood, but as she poked me, I did not feel it.

It was strange.

But what was stranger, was the nurse with the medicine cart. She was new. The nurse who delivered medicine normally would sneak me in some salty snack, to eat tonight, as it was classic sci fi movie night for me, a routine I set up to keep me from going absolutely stir crazy.

I frowned slightly as the head nurse closed the curtain on the shower, but I noticed something out of the corner of my eye.

The nurse was writing something down on a pad, on the cart.

I was odd. They mostly scanned my hospital bracelet, chatted with me, and dispensed the medicines.

She left the needle, and cup with the nightly pills and walked out.

I started to feel a little weird standing as the hot water cascaded over my unearned taut body.

Not that I was complaining about having a ripped body, but my condition did not allow me to get fat, even when I am at my most sedentary.

A small pain rippled from my feet to the back of my neck.

It started hurting worse, and I grabbed the hand bar mounted on the wall.

The pain intensified and my grip grew hotter and stronger.

I again grew weary while I grit my teeth trying to get my mouth to make some noise to alert the Head Nurse as she was outside, to my situation.

I let go of the bar, and fell forward and slammed my hands into the wall, when my jaw unlocked and I could let out a pained gasp, as the water blasted the top of my head.

"FUCK!" I exclaimed.

She heard that and rushed in to check on me. found me leaning on the wall. After a little effort, she had me standing right again.

I was hoping she did not notice.

She noticed as she turned the temp down on the water, and a slight mist arose from my body, mere traces of steam, while minor, spoke the loudest.

Her eyes darted from the hand rail, to the hand prints on the wall, really shallow, defined by cracks in the painted concrete, and to the cool water making the shower steamier.

Fuck, more tests and examinations.

She dried me off, I was clean, but using my arms hurt, my palms hurt worse.

I redressed, opting not for my normal sleepwear, but a regulation hospital gown.

She smiled as she gave me my medicine, and administered the muscle relaxant, and soon I too felt loose and like jelly.

Before leaving, she set the TV for me, and promised some popcorn if there is a bag left in the nurses snack stash.

Leaned back into my pillow to watch giant monsters battle it out over a tiny Tokyo.

There was something gnawing on the back of my mind, trying to force me into thinking about it.

I lost myself in the movie, as the lights dimmed, the hand that was through the door was a familiar one.

Hilda returned in her night clothes, wrapped up in her favorite blanket.

She slipped in, and quietly closed the door fully, and tip toed like a mouse to crawl into my bed, so we could watch the movie together.

We watched two movies, before she was out like a light, and I followed, being led to sleepland by the sounds of tank fire and machine guns.

I was out like a light.

[Writers_Bloque]

However, being out like a light did not last long. Hilda had other ideas, as she carefully removed my gown. I was still jelly and could not do anything to stop her. In the dim light coming from under the door into the room, I could see her lick her lips. She kissed my lips, and whispered it was time for dessert. I could barely whimper, as she worked on kissing and leaving little bite marks on my body.

I was helpless, but not sad. This was fun in its own way. I let it happen, mostly because I could not stop her as she reached my cock. She licked it, and giggled as she teased it out of its slumber, as she carefully started to play with my testicles. She slowly marveled at their shape and size, fascinated by their look and function. She smiled as she stroked my cock, gasping a little at its every jump and throb.

It was not like we had not had sex before, but she is the last on the all agreed on pecking order for my cock. But tonight, with the other women down for maintenance so to speak, and she seems to be really horny, as her musk filled the air. I can safely admit that this was turning me fully on now.

She rose up carefully, and gently moved into the reverse cowgirl position, and positioned my cock so that it was just kissing her moist slit.

Then once she was ready, she posted herself down hard on my cock and almost screamed out her pleasure and slight pain,

She hissed at the feelings building into an intense orgasm, as she slowly began to rise and lower on my cock, building her favorite rhythm as I helplessly laid there feeling my own sense of pleasure.

I moaned as I too was building my own impending orgasm, she leaned back undulating her hips as she rode me hard, and will put me up happy.

I could feel her clamping on me, that wonderful, velvety softness grasping at my cock, trying to milk me.

But there was a minor pang in the back of my mind as she had her first orgasm. I was still heading that way, as she got off me for a second.

It took all my strength to reach under my pillow. The gift of the Head Nurse. A very good brand of Condom.

I weakly managed to open it as she was taking her time to get into the position she wanted to finish in.

Soon I was covered and prepared. She giggled as she felt the condom.

With a slightly annoyed "tsk" she resumed her personal orgasm quest.

She now straddled me, her hands on my chest, she slipped my cock in easily, and then bore down on me, working hard for her orgasm.

I feared for my life for a second as she brutally fucked my cock wanting desperately to get off on a big one.

Her grunts and forcefulness was pleasing, if not a bit scary. Soon I felt the familiar tightness in her, and in me, and I knew I was going to open fire full bore.

And it happened....

She and I came gloriously, as the alarms sounded and then the hospital erupted in absolute chaos.

She fell onto me as outside the door I could hear pops, heavy boots on floor, and the screams of nurses.

And then the explosion that shook the entire floor.

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(This portion is from recorded video surveillance. Caution: Some scenes may be disturbing for some viewers.)

The black SUV's pulled into the parking lot of the Advanced Research Hospital. One of the only buildings to have its own parking lot and entrance and exit. The men were covered in tactical gear and armed with real weapons, but carried less dangerous weapons.

One of them set up a drone and began flying it around the building as the others neutralized security staff of both the campus and inside the hospital. The group of men split up to complete their mission. A nurse waved them into the security room, where she had taken down the bored guard. She went into the other room to change out of her nurses uniform, and put on her gear.

The men moved professionally from floor to floor, securing each for the group behind them. They found the floor, as the fake nurse tried to open the door with her key. It did not work. The alarms were cut , as the lock on the door proved to be the biggest issue.

The head nurse was doing all she can to keep the men out. she triggered the special security lockdown protocol, used in the case that one of the patients with AAS was to let their powers go berserk.

While the first and second floors were fortunately empty, save for the terminally ill, who were safely secluded in their own areas on the floor, obviously not the targets of these invaders, getting into the third floor and above was proving to be tougher than the fake nurse had let on. She monitored things, keeping the local police and campus security at bay.

Fake nurse frantically worked the keyboard as the screen showed that she was trying to hack into something.

The Nurse appears to be receiving new orders from her phone, she quickly texts something and begins working on something else on the computer.

The main stairwell of the fourth floor was really busy, with men bringing up gear, and setting something that looked it would be able to get through the half ton door.

The high powered industrial cutting laser fired at the lock. Sparks shot off the door as the men switched to darkened eye wear. However, all the laser did after five minutes of cutting was discolor the metal plate covering the lock. The men reacted angrily, until one of them seemed to have a good idea.

One of the men ran down the stairs.

Outside the man running told the two men standing guard over the vehicles something and then they opened the back hatches of the vehicles and extracted three bags.

One of the men shook his head in disbelief, obviously and wordlessly objecting to something the first man had said. Soon the first man grabbed all three bags, and the two guys lit up cigarettes, and resumed their guard duty.

Back at the fourth floor landing, the men began to put rectangle objects around the door frame, then the assembled men ran down the stairs. A few seconds later, an explosion rocked the building shattering the glass within thirty feet of the door. The camera blacked out.

Behind the security door, the explosion had made the nurses huddle closer together at their station.

Something fell just off screen, and soon the men stormed the floor.

Several men methodically started grabbing wheelchairs from the little alcove space made for them.

Soon doors were being kicked open, and frightened patients were herded out.

However, one door was giving them trouble.

The men were now arguing about something as the door would not budge even an inch as two men tried kicking it open.

One of the men pounded on the door, appearing to be shouting something at the door.

One of the nurses was dragged to the door, and pulled up to standing.

The men tore at her uniform, as the man at the door was still yelling.

Soon she was naked, and screaming.

Still the door did not open.

The man holding her up by her hair wickedly slapped her, and then pulled something off of his belt. He pressed it against her stomach, and the nurse twitched and convulsed.

She stopped moving.

They dumped her into the dirty clothes cart, discarding her like trash.

The next girl, a new patient, admitted to the floor earlier was given the same treatment.

And still the door did not budge. A second girl woman was added to the cart. Naked and abused.

The men had the patients on the floor, deciding which one was going to be next.

The man at the door screamed at the door, and took his very real large gun off his back.

He aimed it at the lock and fired, causing the hostages to flinch at the gunshots.

The door handle was completely useless now. But still the door did not budge.

Appearing to look through the hole where the handle and lock had once been, the man shouted and cursed.

Four more men entered the scene and the group bull rushed the door and it finally opened.

And that is when all hell broke loose, observed by the camera.....

[Writers_Bloque]

(Excerpts of this case from this point is from both the patients journal and security cameras in the building and room. Security politely turned the feed off during intimate moments. Warning: The following will contain extreme violence, and some death and random acts of insane stupidity on the patients part. Viewer discretion is Advised.)

Journal.

I had barricaded the door, after the explosion. It was not a natural or accidental explosion, it was meant to do something in my opinion. The hospital has safeguards against devastating accidents, my parents were assured as they left me here as a toddler.

A dark thought pushed its way to the front of my post coital haze.

I pushed the dresser, my body screaming, every muscle was on fire, the relaxant a distant memory as every nerve in my body was telling me that danger was nearby.

Then as I was struggling to put my heavy bed to the door, a voice in my head spoke over the static, noise and confusion I was experiencing.

Let me point out one thing. I am in no way a fighter. I dabbled in boxing as a form of physical testing, punching the bag, to get the results that no one spoke of to me, then learning how to at least punch correctly as to not break every bone in my arm and hand.

But for being like the action hero in movies and games, nope. No hidden knowledge of gun use, gunfu, or any military badassness. Though I consumed enough of it through movies, shows and games to at least know which end of the gun to point at bad guys, but all the important knowledge was missing.

Now the door was being kicked, but it would not budge.

I had Hilda hide in my cramped closet. Fucking in there was a standing affair, as we tested it weeks ago. But this time she would be hiding amid my boxes of comic books I was going to donate to the lower floors, old toys that still need a home and my skin bin.

Once she was safe, I kissed her, and closed the door, and pushed the leather recliner against the door.

The man outside started shouting at me to open up or people will get hurt.

That was the small moment of my personal cowardice.

I honestly felt useless as I heard the agony of a woman was being hurt.

But of all the things I did not know, what I did know was if I walked out of the room, I was going to be done.

Finally, gunfire had tore up the door handle and I stood up.

The dark voice in the back of my mind told me to fight.

My body was becoming amped up as Adrenalin was overflowing my body.

It was time to put up or shut up. The vows I had taken with five women were being recited in my thoughts.

The door was pushed open.

All I could growl...

LET'S FUCKING GO!



-The Journal ends right here, as if the memory was tough to write-





-The camera in the room.-



The boy took an awkward stance.

The first man to enter raised his weapon, only to have the barrel pushed away. The boy followed it with a straight punch to the face.

The man could only react by catching himself, as the blow sent him into the IV stands gathered in the corner.

The second man had grabbed the boy in a bear hug. He lifted the boy up, and tried to pull him out of the room. The two others tried to help. One earning a foot to the face, which dropped him.

The other man was overconfident, and was dropped like a sack of potatoes when the boy kicked him in the crotch.

The boy managed to escape after elbowing the man holding him in the face.

The boy looked around at the four men lying motionless around him.

He was breathing heavily, his naked body looked like he was a wound up spring.

He stepped into the hall.


-Hall Camera's-


The invaders had already removed the hostages, only one man was struggling with a girl who was fighting back against being put into a wheelchair.

The boy punched the man in a surprise attack, the man surprised rose up, and the boy punched and did not stop punching until the man fell.

The boy appears to tell the girl something as he helped her up.

She ran to a room off screen.

At the nurses station he noticed the downed nurses, and rushed to check them.

Then he left the hall.

-Nothing from the stairwell as the camera is ruined. -

-3rd floor-

Naked boy running down the stairwell-

-2nd floor-

Same.

-1st floor-

Same.

-Ground floor-

The boy arrives as the large elevator doors open, as the first wheelchair was being pushed out, the boy struck wildly.

He jumped on the first man, pummeling him with a furious flurry of blows. Blood was dripping off the boy's fist.

Another man tried to stop the boy, and was hit hard enough to be sent flying into the reception desk.

The rest of the men abandoned the wheelchairs to take the boy down.

The fake nurse decided to sneak up on the boy.

Camera zooms in on the boy's back and the woman sneaking up on him with a knife.

She lunges, thrusting the knife into the boy's open back.

The camera catches the moment of the stabbing.

But....

There was no penetration. The point did draw some blood, but there was no follow through.

The woman was putting all she had into driving it deeper inside.

All that did was earn her a backhand blow that caused her head to turn in an unnatural angle, and she crashed into the near by snack machine.

-Entry Camera-

The boy chased down the remaining two men, as a larger man was standing there with his gun drawn.

The man shot his fleeing companions.

The boy skidded to a stop as the man pointed the gun at him.

The man fired once, and the boy fell down.

The man looked directly at the camera, smiled, and dropped a note, before shooting the camera.

-Outside cameras-

One SUV leaves quickly as the three other vehicles exploded.

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It became a quickly escalating spectacle, the police and firefighters arrived, as calls from the nearby dorms finally reached out to the nearby town.

Treatment was given, as bodies were being gathered and the fate of the boy was left in question.

The hospital was left shaken, as the FBI and the Department were now invested in finding the masterminds of this attack.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

-End of Case 1-