Thankfully Sam was able to take Antis folder at home for study. She made herself a cozy place on a wooden floor of her small apartment and spreaded the folder and papers all around.

She went through some photographs of Antis body. It seemed like the scientists were consistent and uncompromising with him. Anti had been stripped of all clothes and thanks to a heavy dose of drugs - the list of all used drugs really shocked her - he was peacefully photographed in attempt to find any anomalies. He looked like a normal person, at least what Sam could tell, not mentioning the scars and bruises all around his body. She estimated his body structure well when she met him for the first time.

She flipped through some more photos and descriptions of him reacting to many different stimulants. She was horrified. They worked with his motionless body like he was a frog ready to be dissected on some sick school project!

He looked like a nice guy apart being a little out of mind, but that is why she is here!
His eyes looked so cheerful in person and he had wrinkles around his eyes and around his mouth. He had to laugh and smile a lot before he ended in the asylum. She convinced herself that she must help this poor patient to get his lost mind back together no matter what! Maybe she would be famous after treating such a dangerous individual as him and succeeding.

Sam made it through Antis personal information to another smaller pack of papers that was describing his powers.
She flipped the first paper with photo on the other side, she gagged and immediately put the paper back on stack. Her stomach made a sick turn, but it slowly settled back in normal position and she could breath again.

There was a picture and a description of a man, or something that was a man before. His body was turned inside out, his guts hanging out like a pinkish dead worms.

She managed to take a deep breath and to look at it again. She almost felt that wet hot and overwhelming odor of fluids evaporating from the body. What caught her eye was a dark figure squatted right on the wall behind the dead body like a spider over dead fly. It was definitely Anti. Sam run to her kitchen to find a magnifying glass.
She looked at him more closely.
That can't be real, nobody can sit on the wall like this!
Then she realised his hands. They were covered in quickly drying blood. He was smiling. He was looking right at the photographer who took the photo.

She flipped to another paper in the stack and flinched back. This picture showed only Antis face really close to the camera. He had open mouth full of sharp teeth stained with red and his long tongue was stuck out in a hungry grin. He jumped right at the poor photographer.

What was more disturbing than his face, the blood and the dead body were his eyes. She remembered that they were blue like clean ocean and normal when she met him. Well, here on this photo they have been brightly green instead white around the irises and full of pure insanity. Somehow he was able to smile even when he was murdering people.
It was late at night when she closed the file and went to bed.

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Next few days went normally and almost tediously. She worked in her office all day. She didn't even realize it was the day she has scheduled another session with Anti.

Another doctor welcomed her there this time. Doctor Ash was dirty blond, pale and he looked like a scared bunny in reflector lights. But he was nice and tried to make her laugh all the way through the screaming hallway back to the special psych ward.

She convinced him not to go with her in the booth. He looked petrified when he discovered she is there to talk with HIM! Until that time he was offering help every minute and she declined every time.

"Do you have everything, miss?" He asked politely when he opened the door to the booth for her.

"I will be just fine, Thank you again for your help," she smiled at him and entered the booth.

This time the table lamp was gone but Antis room was gently lit up by a soft flickering yellow light coming from a two tubes hidden behind the metal bars on the ceiling. The other two doors in his "apartment" were slightly open and she could see some kind of a bed in one of them and a bathroom in the second one. Both rooms and his main room seemed empty.

"Good morning again," she pushed the speaking button but nobody answered her.

She stepped closer to the glass and looked left and right, but nobody was there either. Did they took him away and forgot to tell her? Or was he in his bedroom sleeping? Shouldn't she come later?

"TOP OF THE MORNIN' TO YA, LADDIE!" shouted Anti, whose face appeared in front of her hanging upside down, grinning like a crazy.

Once again, Sam screamed and jumped one step back. She watched in horror as Anti was sitting on the ceiling like a fly and was laughing his lungs out.

"Ya should see yourself, *cough cough* muhehe ya are pale as sheets!" laughed Anti and almost choked on his own spit.

Sam frowned and umbrage. She was fooled a second time in a row.
"I am glad I catched you in a good mood mister Anti. What were you even shouting about?"

Anti coughed last part of saliva stranded in his lungs by punching himself with fist to chest and then shrugged off "Oh, nothing to worry about. Just an old habit I used to do before."

"Before what?"

"Before I obtained this form," he smiled menacingly while pointing at himself.

Sam left this answer for later to think about it.

"Can we get back to our session now?" she sat down and took her notebook and pen.
"But no more stupid or rude jokes now. Try to take this seriously, please. I am here to help you."

Anti stood up on the ceiling and jumped. In the middle of that jump he flipped and landed with bare feet on the carpet. He was taller than she thought. He was wearing the worn jeans, but a black tank top instead of the t shirt. Sam caught herself staring at him longer than she intended.

Anti tilted his head at one side and folded hand across his chest. "Why do ya think I need help? Especially from yah?" he raised one eyebrow "only thing that ya can help me with is opening that metal door for me and my friends so we can get the hell outa here as fast as we can."

Sam made a small note. "So those other guys in the cells are your companions? Are they like you?"

Anti looked surprised, "ya don't know who they are? And they let ya talk only with me? That is quite a honor, I am the least lethal of them," he shrugged and started to walk back and forth in his room.
"Ya know I was caught as the last of them and those science bastards knew how to do it properly by that time, so I was not able to have the same amount of fun as my friends." He was raging, walking from left to right in front of her and stomping like a mad.

"It looks like the other doctors won't let me see them. Can YOU tell me what are they about?" encouraged him Sam, writing quickly in her notebook.

Thank god Anti was so caught up by talking he kept going and was not thinking about what is he doing. He was obviously kept alone for a really long time.

"My closest friend Dark is on the opposite side of my room. I can hear him sometimes through the walls. He is kinda noisy one." he smirked lost in his memories.

"And why is he here exactly?" asked Sam slowly, trying not to interrupt his passioned talking.

Anti smiled thinking about past "oh he is also the nasty one. Ya know, he posses power of luring and he can turn into a black smoke that kills anything alive after inhaling. Pretty ugly may I say." he actually shivered in disgust "he once told me that he can change the toxics in it so it can melt skin, or let intestines implode and so on. I don't like it, I am more of a handwork guy if you ask me," he looked at Sam who was furiously scratching the pen on a paper. He smiled.

"Also, consider yo'self lucky for not meeting Pewds. He is kinda the worst of us three."

Sam looked up, "what can be worse than you two together?" she encouraged him to continue.

"Pewds is master of disguise. He can be anything living on this puny planet. He often uses it for creating chaos. Ya seen what happened in Libya or Syria 2011 before they captured us? Yea? That war? He started it. He is master of talking, manipulation and nobody knows who he will be next time. And he loved to make small conflicts between families so he could watch them murder each other," Anti shrugged, smiling like he was talking about the weather.

"How were they able to capture you three then?"

Anti frowned "they somehow got to know our weaknesses. Pewds weakness is his love for women. He often disguised as their loved ones and then he had magnificent nights! Of course, most of the time the real guy showed up so Pewds had to kill both of them. Oh well, shit happens," he smiled. "Darks weakness is his passion for animals. I never saw him killing any kind of beast. They got him on some dog in despair." Anti went silent.

Sam stopped writing and looked at him. He was standing in the middle of the room, looking at his bare feet, lost in deep thoughts.

"And you?" she whispered.

Anti shook his head and looked over her. "Me? I tried to run away from them. Those bastards knew very well how to get me and without my fellas I was kinda fucked."

"What is your weakness then?" she was sitting on the edge of her chair, caught in this story.

At the same time Anti parted mouth to answer the door in booth opened and doctor Ash stuck his head in.

"Doctor, miss? I am sorry to interrupt, but it is time to end this session for today," he said, pointing at his wrist watch. When he saw Anti standing there and staring at him without blinking he gulped and vanished behind the door.

Sam get up and packed her things in the bag.

"Thank you for your cooperation Anti," she turned to face him, "it was a really interesting story and I hope we can continue the next time."

Anti nodded, turned back and headed into his bedroom.

"Oh and last thing!" she called. He stopped and turned back. "Do you want me to bring you anything for our next session?"

"What about a burger? The local parlor is not quite five stars." He watched her as she slightly laughed, nodded and then left him alone again.