The BioChemical Duplication Effect
Duplication: superior (rank 2)
Two years ago.
Winston was lying on the emergency table, arms held down by metal, face obscured by a machine that would soon pump Nitrous Oxide into his lungs. He could hear his mom's voice over the excited doctors' all gathered round the room.
"We only tried it once," he could hear her saying, "He's only really had one pill, I swear it! It wasn't working, so we just never gave him more."
Panic overtook Winston.
"Mom." His voice was distorted through the mask. It drove the fear deeper into his gut. "MOM!"
With a click-clack of heels on linoleum, she was by his side in a minute. "Yes, Winston."
"I'm scared. You said it's a surgery?"
"That means they're gonna cut me. With a knife."
"Yes honey, but don't worry. You'll be numbed, you won't even feel it."
Winston relaxed and laid his head back on the pillow they'd provided. At that moment, the doctor walked in and placed a comforting hand on the boy's forehead.
"All right, Winston. Today we are going to make history, are you ready?" Winston nodded. "Ok, now, breathe normally." The doctor turned on the gas pump. Winston smelled cotton candy faintly for a second before he drifted off into his imagination.
The pain was there during the whole operation, but somehow distant. Winston occasionally looked down at the doctor pulling bloody pieces out of his stomach, but then got distracted by some errant thought and set his head back on the pillow. The pain returned acutely, later. Winston looked down to see the doctor working with a needle and thread.
"ow," he said weakly.
"Looks like our boy is up." The doctor commented. "We found, no less than seventy-five fully formed pills within you. Kid, you're gonna be famous."
Pills glorious pills
Healing: superior (rank 2)
- Area Affect
- Super Area of Effect
ive years after his first operation, Winston found himself standing on a podium in Storm City in front of a crowd of thousands. His backdrop was the Khazanian capital building. Standing to his right, was Doc Velocity, president of Khazan and to his left Trevor Cale, the best and brightest of the Sentinels.
Trevor spoke loudly into a microphone. "We are gathered here today to present Winston Little with honorary Sentinelship." There was a swell of applause and cheering from the crowd. Winston's grin extended even farther. "In the last five years, this kid has saved more lives, even then some top level Sentinels out there." More applause. More cheering. More beaming ear-to-ear grin from Winston. "This child here is a model of selflessness, sacrifice, and love for humanity and I encourage each and every one of you to be like him." Boundless applause and cheering. Thousands of people erupted in joyous shouting on the main street of Storm City. Trevor Cale slipped the mike directly to Winston - Doc Velocity not being much of a speaker. Before he entirely let go, he leaned in to the microphone "Anything to say, Winston?"
"Um..." Winston was never much of a public speaker. A philanthropist, but not one who was good at speaking to those he saved. "I'm only ten so - I might not say smart stuff and all, but I am just glad that I can help out. I bet I saved some of you guys's lives out there." Winston scanned the crowd and noticed a woman crying. He faltered slightly. "um-but- and I just want to say thanks everyone for letting me help you." Winston handed the microphone to Trevor. His mother and two other men ushered him off the podium. Winston sat in the back of the limousine and cried silently. He hid his tears from his mother, but he was pretty sure the bodyguards noticed.
"I don't want to be a farm animal any more," he whispered to himself.