I woke up two hours later, stretching my arms high in the air, blinking my eyes open to see my all-white hotel room. I yawned, resting my arms back down on my lap and looking around. I then shook myself, and stood up, walking towards my bag.

It was pitch black outside, but the lights from the buildings illuminated the streets and alleyways. I grabbed a pistol from my bag, the injection just in case I would be taking him down tonight, the fake vile with the fake serum and my uniform.

My uniform was all black, with many pockets, a bullet-proof jacket and very large boots. When  wore the uniform, the only skin left showing was my face. I quickly changed out of my clothing and into my uniform, then put all the necessary objects into my millions of pockets. I put my Walki Talki on my belt, along with my gun, and pepper spray. I also put a pick locking set in my front pocket with the injection.

I then exited the room, and headed down the hallway. Nobody was up this late, so I quickly sprinted towards the stairs, which I then practically jumped down. The stairs where concrete, like my home back at base. 

I was soon in the lobby, a simple place, all white with a large carpet and chairs for the guests to sit in. There was also a large area for breakfast, fenced off currently because it was so late at night. I walked through the fancy glass doors, and out into the parking lot.

I then set off on my walk towards the subjects house, which was only a couple blocks away.

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I opened the door quietly, it had been locked, but I was skilled with the pick locks. I closed the door behind me, then looked around. The first thing that greeted me where large carpeted stairs that led up to the second story. They where an ugly blue color. To the left of the stairs was a wooden floor, that became a hallway, connecting three doors to it. There was also a door leading to a closet under the stairs.

I crept up the stairs, my hand lightly hovering over the railing just in case I fell due to the darkness. I got to the top, where there was a large blue-carpeted area filled with paper and books lying on the ground. There was a desk, weird glowing lights coming from it. Ahead of me was three other doors. I walked over to them and looked through the key hole.

The middle door was a bathroom, a simple white and blue tiled place with a nasty looking toilet. The right door was some kind of lab, more desks, some with holes in them as if subject 11 had been messing with acid.

The last door was a messy bedroom, things coating the entire floor, mostly paper. I picked the lock and tip-toed inside. Subject 11 lay in his bed, looking away from me. He had long brown hair that felt perfectly right on his shoulders. He was much smaller then I had expected, which would hopefully make this easier.

His bed was small and simple, a metal frame with a mattress, no box spring. There was a fan in the middle of the ceiling, and a bedside table with a lamp. There where more papers lying around the floor, and almost stepped on a razer blade that was just left open on the ground.

The faint light from the large window the subject was facing was barely enough to make sure I wasn't stepping on anything loud or painful. I was soon at the subjects bed. I walked around the bed towards the side where subject 11 was facing.

I almost gasped at how beautiful he was. What? no. This guy invented a serum that could ruin America. It's already ruined and terrible and racist, but still, it could be worse, I thought. I realized he had large bags under his eyes, and his face looked pale. I peeked down at his hands, in which I spotted a tiny glass vile, with clear liquid inside.

I grabbed my replicate, and reached down to take the real serum out of his hands. As I was pulling the vile from his grasp, I felt something slam into my head.

I gasped in pain, and looked to see the subjects other hand raised in the air, with a large frying pan, a bit of blood on the bottom. His eyes where wide open. I quickly took out my injection, but before I could use it, subject 11 had already stood up. He may be a foot shorter then me, but he was certainly ready to fight.

He slammed me in the knees, and I was barely able to stand upright. I took out my gun, and loaded it, aiming it at his leg.

He attempted to run over towards a small shelf stuck on the wall, but I shot him in the foot before he could. My gun had a very powerful silencer on it, so nobody would probably hear anything. Subject 11 took in the pain quickly, and then continued towards the shelf.

I would never be able to recover that quickly from a gunshot, he must have an insane tolerance for pain. 

I shot him again, but before it hit him he was able to block it with a book. But still, the impact from the shot unbalanced him, and he stumbled into his shelf. I aimed my gun at him again.

"Don't move, or I'll shoot you in the head," I threatened.

I watch him slowly raise his hands, as I lowered my gun, he grabbed something off the shelf and threw it at me. Whatever it was, it was hard. Rock hard, and it hit me in the chest. I struggled to breath for a second, falling onto the bed from the impact. 

Without hesitation, I shot the gun towards him again. He blocked it with some object he had grabbed from the shelf. He limped over towards me, it was too dark to see what he was holding, but from the glimmer of lights outside I could see something sharp.

I aimed my gun up at him as he stood over me, his sharp thing raised above his head. I tried to push myself to my feet, but he was in the way, now I was stuck laying on my back in his bed.

Before he could strike, I slammed my feet into him. He wobbled back a little, and from the injury in his foot he fell to the ground. I quickly stood up, re-loading my gun and aiming it at him. As I stood over him I reached with my free hand into my pocket, where the injection was. I bent down towards him, to inject him, but I accidentally tripped on something and crashed to the floor beside him.

I heard something shatter. Like glass. A weird smell flooded my senses. I forced myself up to my feet again. As I used my hands to push myself up, I felt glass dig into my skin through my black gloves. I saw Subject 11 trip over his own feet.

I looked down at my feet, where the vile containing the serum had exploded. The clear liquid that was kept inside was turning green, and I could see the air around me fog up. Suddenly I felt dizzy, and my vision began to blur a bit.

Still, I ran towards subject 11 and tried to plant the injection into their skin. The subject moved out of the way, and I stumbled into the wall. I then slid down to the ground littered with objects. I didn't move, just leaned against the wall.

The air became thicker and thicker with the white mist, and soon I couldn't see the subject. I blinked my eyes, and tried to push myself up, but my brain wasn't working right. I suddenly saw a large spider on the wall. I almost screamed, before it disappeared.

Then I saw a hand reaching out towards me, and suddenly everything turns neon blue and pink. The hand starts spinning around and around, then it explodes into purple cubes. I looked around me at these purple cubes, floating around the blue-pink air. I reached out a hand to touch one, and when I do, my hand start to fall apart into dust.

I screamed and shook my arm, which only made it turn red and keep falling apart. Then the blue and pink air turned red, and now everything was red, except for the cubes, which where green.

Then I felt something tap my shoulder. I turned around, but could only see red. Then my vision started filling with colors, colors spiraling around. I looked at my legs, which were spiraling around as well. The colors blinded my eyes. I closed them, hoping it would help, but I still see the colors even with my eye lids are closed.

Then all the colors disappeared. And I lost consciousness.