Holding A Live Wire

Phet lay there, in the middle of the room, limp with his arms dangling at his sides.

He was bent over the blade that had pierced his chest and was completely unmoving.

Paramount had… Paramount had killed him.

"What the hell did you do?" Plasmid shouted, clearly she had her strength back now.

"I ended it," Paramount replied, "If that wasn't clear enough."

"It was already over!" Plasmid spat back.

Considering who Paramount was, I doubted very many people took it upon themselves to argue with him on a day to day basis.

Considering the piercing glares we were getting from both of his lackeys, I had a feeling that we might have been next on Paramount's red list of problems to erase.

We were all distracted. That was probably why all of us were taken by surprise by what happened next.

It started as a flicker of green in the corner of my eye.

I looked to my left and saw… that Phet didn't really look like Phet anymore.