The professor walks back into his laboratory with his assistant behind him and returns to his computer screen. Turning the monitor on and logging back on to his profile, the professor begins to pick up where he left off.
"Experiment 92 was also a failure. We are moving on to experiment 93," the professor states, turning around to put on his gloves and start the procedure.
"Sorry for the delay, Cordayl. Are you ready to pick up where we left off?" the professor asks, turning his attention to Cordayl, who he sees looking directly at him.
"Are you?" Cordayl asks, in a different tone than previously heard the past two days.
This puzzles the professor, as he just stares at Cordayl, who is staring back at him with a look of confidence that should not be there.
Walking up to Cordayl, he notices that the look doesn't change as the professor proceeds to put a gas mask on and then spray a black toxic gas directly into his face of Cordayl.
The professor steps back as he and his assistant watch the black cloud envelop Cordayl and invade his body.
Once the thick gas surrounding Cordayl has invaded his body, Cordayl begins to shake violently in his restraints, shaking the giant chains holding him in place as his body moves uncontrollably.
Finally, Cordayl's body stops stiff, leaving the professor and his assistant wondering if this past experiment was a proven death.
Then Cordayl starts to sneeze. He sneezes and continues to sneeze until it becomes annoying to hear. As the sneezing finally concludes, Cordayl laughs, surprising the only two people in the room.
"Thank you. My sinuses are all cleared now. Do you have anything in there that will cure my cough?" he snickers, sneezing again.
The blonde assistant giggles at his playful attitude, but the professor is utterly confused. What happened while he was gone to cause such a complete change in a boy who wouldn't even utter a sound during these experiments a couple of hours ago?
"Are you Cordayl?" the professor asks.
Hearing the question, Cordayl's head snaps to look the professor square in his soul.
"Of course I am. Let me prove it." Then he pulls his arm down hard, yanking on the giant chains that restrain his left arm, causing the ceiling to shake.
As the dust from the high ceiling falls, Cordayl smirks, "Pretty strong chains." then he pulls again. Upon his second pull, the chain is freed from the ceiling and comes crashing down hard upon the laboratory and equipment.
Feeling the destruction going on around them, the professor and his assistant, flinch in fear of the falling pieces of roof landing around them.
"We need to leave now!" the professor shouts, grabbing his assistant and heading for the door. As they reach the exit, the professor hits an alarm that sounds throughout the entire science facility as they race to get out of the building.
Cordayl yanks down the other chain holding his right arm and as that chain pulls free from its welding on the ceiling. Cordayl falls on the floor, landing on the huge metal cuffs surrounding his hands.
Pushing himself up to balance himself onto the giant metal balls surrounding his feet. Cordayl then smashes both his hands together, and in a dope destruction of metal, he frees his hands.
Flexing his fingers, he stretches his hands and cracks his knuckles. Once the feeling returns to his hands, Cordayl calmly rips his feet free of the metal constraints around them.
Jumping onto the laboratory floor, Cordayl quickly stretches to warm up his legs. Once this is complete, Cordayl looks at the ceiling for a second, then jumps straight through the roof.
As the professor and his assistant ascend on the elevator, the professor pulls out his cell phone to make a call. Once the call is received, the professor speaks quickly,
"Sire, unfortunately the boy has escaped. I know what this means. I was calling to tell you to prepare yourself. My measures may not be enough. Yes, My King." The professor hangs up the call as the elevator doors open at the exact same time.
"Lets go." the professor states, as he and his assistant continue to run through the chaos of other fleeing scientist in a hurry to rush out of the facility.
As they continue to dodge discombobulated employees, his assistant says, "How is it that we were 20 levels below the first floor and still have to deal with so much traffic?"
"A scientist's work is their life," the professor answers as they swerve through the hallway, passing people carrying armfuls of documents.
Suddenly, a crash is heard, and a shake is felt, causing many of the scientists to fall and lose the papers they were holding onto as their bodies hit the ground.
The professor turns around to see what caused the commotion, and his heart skips a beat as he sees Cordayl's head and left arm protruding through the floor.
"Damn, should've stretched more." Cordayl grumbles as he fights to pull the rest of his body up towards the first floor.
Cordayl gets kicked in the head by a scientist still trying to flee from the building, and as he goes to check the guy, he sees the professor and the blonde assistant staring at him in terror.
"Found you!" Cordayl smirks as he squirms harder to pull himself out of the hole he made.
As the professor and his assistant stand to resume their leave out of the building, Cordayl refuses to let them escape. "Yeah, right," he states, shoving a piece of rubble into his mouth with his one free arm.
Taking aim, Cordayl spits out the piece of cement and it goes straight through the cranium of the blonde assistant, dropping her dead behind the professor.
Feeling the dead weight of his assistant, the professor stops and looks back to see her lying on her face. A puddle of blood starts to form around her head.
The professor's eyes glisten a little, and with a strong clinch of his jaw, he forces himself to proceed out of the building along with the rest of his colleagues.
Cordayl, tired of being stuck in his awkward position, angrily slams his elbow into the floor, forcing himself free of his entrapment.
Falling back to the floor beneath him, Cordayl's eyes narrow as he braces himself for his next jump.
The professor makes it outside the science facility, just in time to turn around and see Cordayl jump through the highest floor of the building.
Cordayl bursts through the top floor of the science facility. As he descends from his jump back towards the building's roof, he closes his eyes and enjoys the sun on his skin again.
Having been locked up underground for so long, the feel of nature around him feels rejuvenating.
Landing back onto the rooftop, Cordayl still has his eyes closed. Opening them, he takes in the sight of the giant Kingdom and notices how peaceful the city is.
Then he unleashes a roar loud enough to shake the gold walls of the palace in the distance. Fuck their peace. Today is all about chaos.
Letting his warning to the city be heard, Cordayl then starts to ascend high into the clouds, out of the view of the professor.
Then like a meteor, Cordayl comes crashing down through the building, bringing the entire structure crashing into itself and making multiple explosions set off as the equipment inside sustains overwhelming damage.
From the fiery blaze of the destruction he just caused, Cordayl comes walking out as if he fell into a bed of feathers. But the look in his eyes could scare a tiger.
As the citizens around the scene of the destroyed building run in the opposite direction, the professor is the only one walking toward this monster.
Taking off his lab coat, the professor drinks a vile and his muscles start to steam and grow, as he prepares to fight Cordayl by himself.
Calmly walking, Cordayl sees that the professor is the only one who isn't running away. And it makes him smile.
The professor isn't smiling though. "I hope you know that I have been preparing for this eventuality for some time now." The professor says, taking a deep breath then exhaling, making his muscles bulge with strength. "There is no running from this fight, Cordayl. Today you must face your enemies as I must face mi-"
The professor doesn't finish his sentence as Cordayl is suddenly behind him. "You misunderstand me. I only run because of fear. But not because I feel it. I haven't felt fear since I was a child. No, I run because I fear what I will do to others. I fear they have poked a beast that only knows how to attack. Defense is a second nature. One that I hate. Very much." Cordayl says, turning his head slightly.
"But since you know me so well, Professor, tell me this. Why would a man, who seems to always run away, finally stop running? Why would I give myself to the enemy when none have been able to capture me?" Cordayl ask, as the professor turns his head to stare Cordayl in the eyes. "It's because… I am tired of running." Cordayl exclaims, increasing the pressure around him and the professor.
The professor's body strains to stand as the gravity intensifies, shaking the scene. Cordayl picks the professor up and turns his whole body around so that the two are face to face. "You and your kingdom have wanted me for so long. Well here I am. You can have all of me. But can you handle it?" Cordayl smirks as he watches the professor strain to stay on his feet.
The pressure weighing down on the professor is so intense that his muscles are begging for it to go away, but his pride will not let him fall. Cordayl smirks at the grit the old man is showing.
"You have gotten stronger. I remember as a kid, this same amount of pressure had you face down in the snow, almost crying in front of your son, Erick." Cordayl says, eyes enjoying the professor struggle to stand up.
The professor grows angry at the mention of his son. A son he has neglected since the day he was shot. A family he has been dying to see again. Summoning all his might, the professor screams out in rage, as he throws a punch straight at Cordayl's face.
Cordayl catches the punch with ease. Unimpressed with the effort and strength the professor has shown. But Cordayl isn't here today to see strength. He wants to see pain, humiliation, shame, and regret.
Still holding the professor's fist, he calmly walks behind him and extends the shoulder joint high into the air. To the point where it is itching to be released from the socket.
"Muscles don't make you a warrior. I want to see you face down on the ground again. Like the weak man you are. Show me the real you." Cordayl says, increasing the pressure more.
The professor clinches his teeth hard, causing his gums to bleed as he fights to stay on his feet. But the crushing weight, plus the awkward position his arm is in, is making that impossible as his knees slowly hit the concrete. Cordayl still has hold of his hand, completely dislocating the professor's shoulder.
Cordayl, satisfied with exposing the real professor, a coward hiding behind his brains, normalizes the gravity and drops the professor's useless arm.
"The last couple of days you have done nothing but torture me, yet here I am convinced that you aren't even worth killing." Cordayl states, staring down at the professor as he is trying to catch his breath.
Cordayl turns away from the professor, ready to walk away and start his rampage. The professor, still struggling to get back to his feet, finally finds the strength to do so as his breathing regulates.
Rushing in to fight Cordayl, he throws a barrage of attacks, to which Cordayl dodges all with his back turned. Then, with a single elbow to the professor's chest, Cordayl drops him back down to his knees.
As the professor coughs up blood, he opens his eyes to see the feet of Cordayl. Cordayl then punches the professor once in the back, breaking his spine.
The professor lays there, foaming at the mouth, as Cordayl cracks his knuckles. "Be proud I actually hit you, and you're still alive. I guess your preparation paid off a little bit." Cordayl says, walking away from the professor for the second time.
The professor, barely conscious after the hit, is fighting his hardest to even maintain breathing. Knowing he doesn't have long, he closes his eyes and says his final prayers. Or rather, he asks for forgiveness.
Forgiveness for forsaking his wife. Forgiveness for leaving his kids behind. Forgiveness for the many sins he has committed. But now is his time to accept his fate.
The professor reaches into his jacket and grabs a device to activate a final blow. He may not have created this monster, but he is just as responsible for it existing. And it is his responsibility to see it destroyed.
Closing his eyes he presses the button and a massive explosion takes place, ending the professor's life and engulfing Cordayl in flame.
It isn't nearly enough to kill Cordayl, as he simply just walks out of the fire. Heading straight for the capital's palace.