Page 10 of Curse of the Asuune

“Fuck! What the hell are you! I think my ribs are broke! Guards! Medic! Someone! Get this freak away from me!” the large man screamed.

Just then Mark realized what he had done. He had given them evidence against him. If he could beat up this man, twice his size, he could have easily subdued Jen and the real estate agent.

The officers came rushing to the cell door and fumbled with the keys trying to open it.

“What the fuck!” one officer yelled. “Call the doctor!”

The large man continued to yell and hold his chest.

“Against the wall!” the other officer yelled at him and Mark put his hands against the opposite wall.

“I want my phone call, I have the right to an attorney,” Mark said forcefully as he stood against the wall. Just then Mark looked at his arm as it stretched out before him. He had muscles on his forearms. He looked down his outstretched arm until he saw his biceps and there were muscles there too. What was going on? His new muscles were not large like a body builder, more like a professional athlete, a fighter maybe, muscles that were trained for strength.

“You’ll get your phone call, just don’t move until we get Claud to the medic,” the officer said with his Taser pointed at Marks back.

“Yes, sir. It was an accident. I didn’t mean to hurt him,” Mark said then immediately regretted it. An accident was even worse than trying to break someone’s ribs. An accident meant that he was more dangerous than they originally thought. Mark was digging himself in deeper by the second.

“You keep your accidents against that wall or I’ll tase you,” the officer said nervously.

“Yes, sir,” Mark said then stood in silence against the wall.

While Mark waited for the officers to try and move Claud he looked again at his arms and noticed the two puncture marks were gone. How could they have healed so quickly without leaving a mark? They must have been at least an eighth of an inch in diameter, very large needles, where did the marks go? What was more, his headache was gone as well. He seemed to have recovered from his wounds in what could have only been hours. What was going on? He felt like he was in the best shape of his life.

A few minutes later the officers came back and grabbed Mark, cuffing his hands roughly behind his back. What they intended was to scare him, show him who was in charge but secretly Mark was amused at how it didn’t even hurt. If he had wanted to he could have made it very difficult for them but he had done enough damage to his case, assaulting an officer would only make it worse. Mark let them push him around and even faked discomfort to make the officers think he was learning his lesson.

“Your lawyer is already here smartass, no need for that phone call,” one officer said.

The two officers walked him down the row of cells and to a locked room with sturdy walls and one window. There were doors leading to the room from either side. The window looked very thick and was reinforced with bars. This must be where he was to meet his lawyer.

The officers sat him roughly in a wooden chair in front of a metal table that appeared to be bolted to the floor. On the other side of the table was an older man who seemed to be decently healthy. He looked thin and physically fit for a man in his late forties maybe early fifties. At least that was the age Mark guessed him to be. The man wore an important looking black suit with a red tie. In front of him was an equally expensive looking brief case that was open. The lawyer was rummaging through the briefcase, possibly looking for Mark’s file, but all Mark could think was. “Who is this guy? Why is he here? And what was that horrible smell?”

Something in this room wreaked so badly that Mark could barely keep his lunch down. He had never smelled anything this bad. Maybe one of the guards had left their lunch in the room for weeks or maybe a small rodent had died in there?

“The cuffs please.” the lawyer said impatiently to one of the officers.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, he just assault…”

“I’m sure it was an accident,” the lawyer said and gave a knowing look to Mark. “Now, the cuffs please!”

“Don’t blame the county for your injuries. We warned you,” the officer said and removed Mark’s cuffs then left the room. The loud click of the door lock hurt Mark’s ears and he winced.

“You’ll get used to it,” the lawyer said. “It gets easier to deal with.”

“What?” Mark asked. How did the lawyer know about his sensitivity to sounds?

“The noise, you get used to it. You will learn to control your strength better in time. I’m quite certain you didn’t mean to hurt that man,” the lawyer said with a fiendish grin.

“What? Who are you?” Mark asked impatiently.

“Sorry, Mr. Albet. My name is Alexander Gregor, with Gregor Legal Services. Please call me Alex.” Alex held out his hand.

Mark stuck his hand out and shook Alex’s hand. Alex gripped Mark’s hand tightly but Alex was much stronger and soon it became painful.

“You see, I’m like you. My employers wish for you not to rot in jail until you finally kill someone. That would expose our kind so, I’m here to get you out.” Alex then stood up and shut his briefcase.