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Post by Hank McCoy on Oct 7, 2004 13:30:37 GMT -4
He thought that I was fully in his control, but there were moments when he slept that were my own. Moments when I knew the truth and not the lies he made me believe. I used those moments to sabotage his horrid plans. I didn’t want them on my conscience. I did what he made me do…but I did it my way. I created a body there was no way he could ever use.
Go ahead. Check my math on this.
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Post by Hank McCoy on Oct 7, 2004 16:32:42 GMT -4
Bamf was the clone Proteus forced me to make. His abnormally tiny body and the imperfections in his genetic code made certain it was one Proteus would never inhabit.
It didn’t stop him. If anything, it made things worse for me.
For many days, as he held me captive in the medlab and in my own mind I fought him for control. I fought him for my life.
And he fought me for his.
And all he ever really needed to do was wait for me to fall asleep.
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Post by Hank McCoy on Oct 7, 2004 17:20:41 GMT -4
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Post by Hank McCoy on Oct 7, 2004 17:35:00 GMT -4
I knew I couldn’t stop him much longer. He had forced me to the point of making all the preparations. It was only a matter of time before he made me pull the trigger - and when he got loose more people would undoubtedly die.
I couldn’t stop him.
But if I could warn them….
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Post by Hank McCoy on Oct 7, 2004 17:44:24 GMT -4
His hold over my subconscious made me a captive in the medlab.
But I came up with a plan. Proteus was ambient energy.
I tore apart the medlab’s x-ray systems and built my weapon. I irradiated Proteus’s energy while he slept.
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Post by Hank McCoy on Oct 7, 2004 17:54:28 GMT -4
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Post by Hank McCoy on Oct 7, 2004 18:07:46 GMT -4
The radiation caused Proteus to burn up his new custom-made body at an accelerated rate. But it didn’t matter. He had all he needed to jump into Jamie’s.
But it did something else, too. It marked him.
The radiation burned from within his eyes and turned his skin the shade of charcoal. It would do the same if he switched bodies. He could never blend into a crowd.
At least I’d kept him hiding in the shadows and not free to walk out among the streets. He is weak but growing stronger all the time.
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Post by Hank McCoy on Oct 7, 2004 18:17:36 GMT -4
And he is angry. Angry at my betrayal. He doesn’t need me any more, and he grows tired of tormenting me. When he awakes I think he may finally try to kill me…or worse, make me kill myself to get his revenge. I have run out of options. I've run out of time. I hope that someone finds th….
The remainder of Dr. McCoy’s journal was destroyed by a chemical accident.
It happened here.
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Post by mutantx on Oct 7, 2004 18:22:35 GMT -4
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Post by mutantx on Oct 7, 2004 18:35:48 GMT -4
“[glow=yellow,2,300]Ye’r a fool, McCoy….[/glow]”, he said in a voice like razor blades. “[glow=yellow,2,300]Or at least…..ye were….[/glow]”<br> The pages of the journal suddenly burst into flames and Proteus threw it onto the floor of Henry McCoy’s office. Scattered papers caught fire with it and in moments the roar of the flames drowned out the cruel sound of his laughter.
He was?
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