The black wood, desk that Trey and his brother sit at. The room pristine and futuristic in design yet strong hints of early Victorian architecture, the room is lavish. Seated across from Trey and Red, the blonde haired blue eyed assistant smiles and winks at the two men is Kaleema. Raven’s assistant, Kaleema sexy and flirtatious she smacks her gum routinely.
“Can I help you two boys with anything?”
“No thank you.”
“You sure now, anything you need you just holler,” Kaleema says winking at them opening her blouse a bit more.
“Kaleema, move along come on there’s work to be done, see to it these two have the proper identification cards and ID’s. Then take them to the lower chamber, and begin testing. No mistakes this time, we need them to infiltrate Westfall,” Raven instructs, leaning in to kiss her on the neck. In disgust Kaleema pushes him away looking at Trey and Red.
“Alright boys – you heard him follow me right this way.”
“Trey, you can sit in here and Art may I call you Art?”
“Yes you may.”
“Alright, come with me you can sit in this room opposite your brother.” Kaleema says.
“Uh, excuse me what kinds of tests are these, why are he and I here.” Red asks. The stale grey mirror, between the brothers its sheen allowing each other the view of the other yet still the two can’t see each other at all.
“Well how come I can see my brother Trey in there yet I can’t see him?”
“I don’t know, hun that is part of the first test.”
“What the hell, it makes no sense.” Strapping Arthesis into the chair, Kaleema, tries to sooth his nervousness and rubs his inner thigh high up as she straps him down to the chair. He leans his head back and closes his eyes. She gets up and heads for the door..
“hey wait, why am, I strapped to this chair?”
Kaleema looks back at him and smiles then blows him a kiss and leaves. Entering the next room she straps Trey down to his chair, only she straddles him, then kisses his neck. The tests will begin in approximately one hour, she whispers to him as she gets up and leaves. Her scent so invigorating, like ripe cherries on a mid-summer’s eve delightful. Kaleema walks out, and back into the control room where Raven reads the two boy’s files.
“It says here in this file, the two were abandoned at age 10. Well they have
extensive combat training” Raven reads aloud continuing. “Multiple altercations with local law, and state multiple infractions arrests, assault. Blatant disregard for authority perfect these two are just superb, they were meant for this test. Kaleema, be a dear and start the test, now, please.”
"Raven, I know you say you have found the perfect subjects and best candidates (these boys) for the experiment; but need I remind you Lord Balcham insisted they be 22 years old. These two, Trey, and Arthesis, are all of 15 years old.”
“You my dear needn’t concern yourself with that or any other matter, it does not concern you.” Raven, responds with his black leather trench coat and SBS symbol embroidered on the right breast and back.
“Yes, well how can you be sure the Auscillium and Abanthium will take to these two?”
“It’s not in your job description to question my motives; I am the scientist and greatest mind both wars have ever seen. Your job of which you were hired was to seduce these two into saying yes for this gig in the first place; that said you Kaleema may leave now.” Now let the tests begin,” Raven says
over the intercom. The doors close and the hum and click of the locks tell all there is no escape. The Gas creeps in, coughing and choking the gas has a hellish effect on both Trey and Arthesis. The two look at the other and watch the effects, deep black scars penetrate Trey’s face and body, black now replaces the blood, Arthesis not so lucky. He inhales the gas, and his
flesh burns away and leaves massive bloody scabs. As the two fall into a deep state of hypnotic psychosis Raven designates each a new name.
“Treyhag, your name is now Inkblot and you Arthesis your name is now Bloodstain,” a dark voice announces.
Burns slow painful, the gas soaks into their skin, eating their flesh, Arthesis suffers far worse than his brother. Silent screams fill the night air, Kaleema now disgusted by the sight leaves.
"Kaleema one more thing."
"Erase their memory, I don't want them to know any trace of what happened to them, remember secrecy."
"Yes sir will, do... Prick."