Tests and Injections.

Chapter Nine, Tests and Injections.

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"Good news, the rainbow one... what's it called?" Maren asked, pulling the syringe and vial out of the analyzers.

"Bloodline Enhancer Serum." Everett said, following Maren as she moved back over to her lab coat.

"And the other is the Super Soldier Serum." He finished.

Maren quickly handed the two glasses to Everett, sliding her lab coat on before taking them back.

She travelled around the lab, making her way to a table of sorts.

She tinkered with it, empty the rather huge syringe into mechanisms attached to the table.

"Yeah sorry, the Bloodline Enhancer Serum is completely replicable. But unfortunately it requires traces of Tuscinarium, and there's like literally only been two hundred pounds of that discovered in the entire world." She said, placing the vial down on a counter.

She strode towards a strange circular device. It was a big contraption that had a circular disk on it, it was padded with a little layer of cushion, and there was a panel off to the side.

"Come here, we're going to test your base punching power first. Before any augmentations." Maren turned around, tapping the touch screen and turning the machine on.

"Just go ahead and hit it! The registered world's strongest man was able to get a 209." She said.

"But, Luther got 412... And I don't think he was trying at all." Goosebumps went down Everett's spine.

Thinking about it, the world's strongest man was 400 pounds of six foot six muscle. He looked like a big fat Norse god, and he surely fit the stereotype of world's strongest men.

But Luther, who was a foot and a half taller, and much slimmer, actually well over doubled his strength?

Everett lifted his fists up, bringing his foot back and getting into a fighting stance.

He backed up a few paces, preparing to throw his all into this punch.

With all of his momentum and strength, he pushed forward, launching his fist at the device.

There was a loud boom, and a small whip of the wind around his hand.

"451! Hey that's pretty go-..." Maren started. She was prepared to move onto the next test, but, unexpectedly she had to double take.

She fully faced her body to the touch screen, grabbing it with both hands.

"Hold on." She said, tampering with it, pressing all sorts of buttons that Everett didn't care to understand.

He just simply looked at his fist, opening and closing it.

"Four hundred, and fifty FUCKING ONE?" Maren whipped her head to the side, staring straight at Everett.

"What... I've been working out?" He said, lifting up his shirt and showing his stomach.

With a quick exhale, he flexed, an 8-pack spawning out of nowhere.

"Now what the fuck." Maren sighed, wiping her face.

She pulled a small notepad out of her pocket, writing down the results.

She returned the notepad to where it came from, pulling herself together and walking towards the next location.

"But seriously, what did you do?" She asked, Everett walking right behind her.

"Hmm... You know how mom talks about potential, and being born different and all that... I think I'm growing into my potential or something. I'm just a late bloomer." He said, Maren nodding.

"I'll accept it." She said, appearing before a treadmill of sorts.

It was just a platform on the floor, and it would adjust to the speed the user was running.

"Here, put these shorts on and take your top off." She said, handing Everett a pair of tight shorts.

"It's to keep your dick from flying around and impeding your movements. And then your shirt is loose, so obviously taking it off is necessary." Everett didn't complain, he didn't care for being naked.

Quickly he complied, equipping the shorts and handing Maren his top.

"Now, just run." 

Everett took his first step, his bare feet quickly following after each other.

Step after step his speed increased, reaching a point where Maren, who was analyzing some sort of computer pedestal off to the side, was completely locked in on the readings.

"35mph..." She murmured.

Everett picked up his pace, putting a little more effort in.

"55..." He was running at a heavy jog, barely breaching a sprint.

He was letting his body carry him, not even actively putting his all in.

"70." 

He leaned forward, really focusing on his legs and pushing forward.

"79..." His arms swung, helping with his increase in speed.

"88." He neared maximum effort, really feeling the activation in his muscles.

"92." That was as fast as he would go, and he felt it. Knowing that, he slowed down, forcing his stop.

"Ninety, god fucking two." Maren scratched at her hair.

"Freya's top speed in 98. To be so close to her is insane!" She mumbled, turning the machine off and beckoning Everett.

"Whatever. The last things we're going to test is how much you can squat, bench press, and then deadlift."

With the next three tests, Maren was rendered brain dead after each.

He was able to squat 1,900 pounds, bench press 2,400, and deadlift 2,100.

"Thanks for the tests." Everett said, Bloodline Enhancer in his hand while he sat up nude on a table.

"How about I administrate the Bloodline Enhancer too? I feel like having your cells rapidly evolve is going to cause some pain." Maren said, grabbing the vial from Everett's hand and pressing lightly on his chest.

"Just lean back, let me strap you in." She said, Everett complying.

He laid back on the leather table, putting his hands where they belonged. Maren strapped his wrists, biceps, stomach, ankles, and right above his knees.

"Are you ready for it? The second I see your cellular activity die down, I'm going to administer the Soldier Serum." She said, moving Everett's hair out of his face.

"Yeah yeah, hurry up! I'm excited!" Everett replied with a beaming smile. 

Seeing that, Maren smirked evilly in response.

She uncapped the Bloodline Enhancer, shaking it around a little bit.

"Here goes nothing!" She braced, shoving the vial into Everett's mouth, tapping its back.

She watched as every last drop quickly filtered into his mouth, causing her to pull back the vial.

"Bite down on this and pray." She chuckled, putting some rubber in between his teeth.

She stepped back, heading towards the door and leaving.

She had placed him in some sort of room, with many cameras, and robotic sensors.

There was a camera directly above him, acting similar to an X-ray. It displayed all of his cellular activity through his skin, and Maren closely examined it from her little control panel on another side of the glass that let her peer into the room.

"Let's see what happens..." She said.

As she did so, Everett started to twitch, veins becoming visible all over his body. He jumped back and forth, a loud groan emerging from him as he fought the restraints.

"Pituu!" He spat out the rubber.

"FUCK YOU MAREN!" He yelled, arching his back as much as he could, shaking his head rapidly.

Dozens of panels were popping up in front of him, but he couldn't coherently understand them.

[There is something hidden deep in your genetic make up....]

[The Bloodline Enhancer you have ingested is mingling with your internal composition!]

[You're undergoing genetic evolution!]

[You've successfully awakened as an ancient species!]

At that moment, the pain stopped, and Everett was able to think once more.

The first thing he noticed was that he grown in size, the restraints were little tighter.

But he didn't have much time to examine anything, not even open his status.

In a second, six robotic arms extended out of nowhere. They stabbed into each side of his neck, both of his pecs, and both of his thighs.

The instant they made contact, Everett could feel a burning liquid enter his body, and he could only scream at the top of his lungs.

Despite the room being relatively sound proofed, Maren had to cover her ears, flinching at the noise.

The arms pulled back, Everett writhing around on the table as his muscles bubbled.

He grew visibly, his body twisting and turning as he grit his teeth, pain completely engulfing him.

For a whole minute, Everett screamed, his body emitting a steam. His temperature had raised drastically, well beyond the point of hyperthermia.

But soon, after a full minute of an excruciating hell, Everett keeled over, falling off the table.

He had outgrown the straps, and he was forced to the ground.

It was hard to use his eyes when his vision was riddled with panels.

[Congratulations you have gotten an achievement!...]

[Congratulations you have gotten an achievement!...]

[Congratulations you have gotten an achievement!...]

[Congratulations you have gotten an achievement!...]

[Congratulations you have gotten an achievement!...]

[Congratulations you have gotten an achievement!...]

[Congratulations you have gotten an achievement!...]

[Congratulations you have gotten an achievement!...]

[Congratulations you have gotten an achievement!...]

[Congratulations you have gotten an achievement!...]

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