Talk:Cursed Sword/@comment-28718853-20161212231326/@comment-26376061-20170129160120

"Damn. The sedative releasers are down. I'll have to-" More alarms blare. "Alert, Subject-12 has escaped containment. Evacuate Facility. Alert, Subject-12..." I begin sweating bullets. #19 I can deal with...but #12?! A girl infected with a Roper subspecies capable of highly advanced telekinesis...damn, she destroyed the last facility she was at in a fit of rage...death toll of hundreds...I quickly dodge 19's swing, her blade effortlessly cutting through the steel wall next to me.. "Why? Why did you do this to me?" I calmly attempt to reason with 19...what was her name...Anna. "Anna, we wished to study the conversion process the swords employ. You volunteered, remember? Now, please, go back to your room, there are more pressing matters we have to attend to. Subject 12 has-" A...tentacle wraps around my neck. "Subject 12...what?  Finish what you were going to say, doctor." Oh dear god...I look over my shoulder. Subject 12. Real name: Kali Aimes. Captured after an incident in an eighth grade class...victims all raped or infected. Destroyed the first team we sent with telekinesis...melted an armored car...The tentacle around my neck squeezes it lightly. A nearby guard twitches, her gun lifting up into the air under it's own power. "These are tranquilizers, right? Much tamer than the cyanide they use to keep me in check." The trigger moves on its own, a dart embedding itself into my arm. "Sweet dreams..." My vision fades, going to black as Anna crumples to the floor.

(Design reference. When you said I was a scientist, I just had to do it. I HAD TO.)