Dodging Cowen was easily, although I hadn't expected him to lunge at me. I suppose I still thought that inside, he was Experiment Cowen, the one who smiled and laughed when he wasn't supposed to. But I was just now beginning to learn that perhaps he stopped being Experiment Cowen when he left the Lab.

"Without Experiment Graziella, you're powerless. You are only a human who was once superior. You're enhanced abilities were dependent on Experiment Graziella, as hers were on you. The second she was terminated, you were no longer considered of importance," I told him, attempting reason with him.

However, judging by the look in his eyes, Cowen was beyond reason. His teeth were clenched tightly, the veins of his neck standing out, his eyes wild. It was the most emotion I had seen him hold. It made me realize just how hard he tried controlling himself, yet here he was, falling apart at the mention of a terminated experiment.

"Keep her name out of your mouth," he spat at me, and I watched with mild interest as he pulled out a knife. The blade caught the light, shining and proud that it might be of use.

I knew Cowen was able to use a knife, as he had been the only experiment at the Lab who wielded one as if he was born with. However, judging by the way he was holding it, he had either forgotten all of his training, or it was disappeared momentarily because of his irrational thinking.

I also knew I was far stronger than him. Had Experiment Graziella still been active, I may have been worried. The two of them had been considered successful until the incident. Now, what had once been a talented experiment, was an angry human.

He lunged at me once again and I waited until he was close enough before swiftly moving out the way, turning in time to watch as he stumbled and fell to the ground. I almost felt sympathy for him, even as he was trying to harm me. Experiment Graziella had been important to him and it was clear that without her, he was lost. But that was not a valid reason for him attacking me.

I was quick to throw my body over his before he made it off the ground, my legs straddling his to keep him from moving. It seemed as if time had slowed, and I was no longer in control of myself. I tried to stop, but I could only watch with fear as my lips set into a determined frown before my hands wrapped themselves around his neck.

I only watched his eyes, feeling his body buck under me, his hands grasping around wildly for anything to hit me with. His knife was far enough out of his reach that I didn't bother to worry about it. Nothing was within reach of him, so I knew what would happen next.

The Lab used to make me watch as they terminated experiment, telling me if I failed, the same would happen to me. When I was much younger, they didn't have a strong enough solution to kill one of the experiments. They tried using more and more, but it seemed to have no effect on him. So they strapped him to the table, and I watched as one of the lab coats strangled him.

His eyes had widened in the same way Cowen's were. They looked as if they were pleading me to allow escape, even a wisp of breath, yet I remained ruthless, my hands firm. He was a failed experiment and was supposed to be terminated.

At that thought I could feel myself hesitating as Cowen struggled less and less. If I terminated him, I was helping the Lab. I was helping Him, the one who had lied to me about everything. Is that what I wanted? Did I still want to be considered the most successful experiment, the only one who seemed oblivious to what was truly going on in the Lab?

My hands unlatched themselves from Cowen's neck just as Levi walked in, spotting the both of us. "What the hell happened?" he yelled, rushing over to us.

He attempted to pull my shaking body away, talking to me gently as he did so. I allowed him to do so, too shocked to do anything as his arms wound around me holding me against his chest. I closed my eyes, savoring my return to normality.

It was then that Cowen took his opportunity, leaning down to grab his knife before burying it in my back.