"Dr. Cassell?"

"Yes, Dierdre?"

"We believe we have found the perfect subject. The one you've been searching for."

Suddenly Dr. Cassell spun around from his desk computer and stood up to face Dierdre, hope and excitement burning in his eyes.

"Are you sure?" He asked sternly.

"Y...yes, we believe he fits the match." She stuttered.

"Explain his case file."

"Even better." She waved a clipboard full of papers in front of him. "Got all the information on him right here. Name, age, even a picture."

Dr. Cassell snatched it from her and flicked his eye's over it.

"Well, I'll leave you to it then." Dierdre said as she walked out.

Dr. Cassell waved a hand at her but didn't really pay any attention as he went over the file.

Case Study

Name: Maron, Jordan Allencooper
Age/DOB: 24 (10/02/1992)
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: American
Location: Santa Barbara, California

Overview: Jordan lives homeless on the streets of Santa Barbara after the deaths of his entire family. No job, nor looking for one, underweight, vitamin deficiency, currently under the influence of heroine and other unknown substances. Is known to be extremely dangerous and prone to violent outbursts due to unknown causes.

Reasons for capture and containment:

-Demon
-Short-Range Teleportation
-Magic
-UNDISCOVERED OTHERS

Subject will be assigned to Dr. Cassell, Thomas as requested.
Subject will be detained and contained in West Wing, Cell 24.
More information will developed as the subject is tested.

"He's perfect." Dr. Cassell murmured to himself. "He's exactly what I'm looking for. The subject, the beginning, of an entirely new race of species."

He then flipped the paper to reveal the picture of a short man with short, fluffy black hair and deep brown eyes. He wore a torn, green squared hoodie of different shades and red sunglasses despite being in a shadowed alley. Dr. Cassell blushed the slightest tint of red before shaking his head, coughing in embarrassment and flipping the paper back over to hide the picture.

He folded the clipboard under his arms and walked over to the phone. Picking it up, he called the front office.

"Hello, Ianite's balancing facility, how can I help?"

"Yes, Dierdre, it's Dr. Cassell. You remember that subject you just brought to me?"

"Of course Dr. Cassell, how can I help with that?"

"I need him."

"A capture squad has been dismounted, you should have him by tomorrow."

"Thanks Dierdre." He said as he out the phone down.

He then sat back at his desk, positioned his hands under his chin and leaned his head back with a sigh.

"Finally..." He muttered. "That man will be the end and the beginning of all..."

Well? Hope ya liked it, I'm not good at this sorta, lab, science stuff, but I'll do ma best. Anyway, I gotta run, SYS!!

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