The doctor crossed his arms, giving Jack a small smirk before telling him with self-assurance. "Subject 1-14-20-09 is under completely under control. You don't need to worry about it. He is not the one messing with time. We will capture him shortly. For now, I want you to rest, Jack. You're very important to us." Tugging on the restraints, Jack shot back bitterly. "Then why are you treating me like a prisoner! Let me go! I wanna see him!" The doctor glanced at the camera prompted up in the corner, before telling him casually. "You're not a prisoner, Jack. We are just keeping you healthy and safe. Should we need your help with Subject 1-14-20-09, we will know where to find you." Narrowing his eyes on the doctor, he snapped out bitterly. "His name is ANTI! And you have no idea who you're messing with." Turning on his heel to leave, the doctor simply announced. "We've been doing this a long time, Mr. McLoughlin. We know what we are doing." The doctor slipped from the room with his staff and Jack shouted out before they closed the door. "How many times has he gotten out?! How many times have I been here?! ANSWER ME!"

They closed the door without another word and Jack cursed loudly. Taking a few deep breaths to calm himself, he turned his head to look at the cameras as he snapped out to the person watching. "You don't know what you are doing! Anti isn't something YOU can control! Anti is... Anti is..." Jack drifted off as flashes of himself staring into the screen of a video camera came to mind. Seeing his own reflection come to life. Memories of his younger self recording videos and getting video replies the next day from recordings of Anti. Swallowing, Jack mumbled out as the memories faded a bit. "Anti is... me." Blinking, Jack gasped out to the cameras. "HEY! Is Anti active right now?! TELL ME! Is he awake?! ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?!" When no answer came, Jack thrashed against his body restraints and panted out after. "Anti is dormant when I'm awake... That's why you fuckers don't care. That's why you want me here! Isn't it?!" Shaking his head, Jack mumbled out to the ceiling. "That's why Anti wanted me to stay asleep... That's why they used me to wake him up... Anti is still connected to me."

Relaxing on the cot, Jack chuckled out. "Well, then I'll never go to sleep again. You can't use him. If I won't let him regain consciousness!" A small laugh left, Jack until he saw the I.V. and followed it to the medicine that was dripping into the tube. Swallowing hard, he shakily whispered to himself. "Oh, fuck me... You're not going to give me a choice are you...?" Closing his eyes in defeat, his hands trembled as he realized how little control he had over his life. Like Anti... he was an experiment. Something they valued and wanted to control. His anxiety only increased when the doctor returned with his staff sometime later. Thrashing in his restraints, he pleaded with them not to touch him, but they ignored him. Taking his vitals, the doctor told the aids calmly. "He's doing well. Give him something to help him sleep." Shaking his head, Jack blurted out hysterically to him. "NO! Don't do that! You'll wake him! You'll-" As the liquid slipped into his veins, he felt suddenly drowsy and unfocused.

The doctor waved the others out, then leaned over the bed to whisper to him. "Mr. McLoughlin. Let me fill you in a little. See... Your body's exposure to Antimatter in the village has left your body... weakened. Separating you from the subject is our top priority to save both your lives. And at the same time, we need to contain this dangerous entity. Learn about it and others like it. Learn where they came from. Why they are coming here." Groggily, Jack uttered out in sleepy shock. "Others? Anti's not the only one? Who else...?" Jack couldn't finish as the medicine kicked in hard. The doctor tapped his shoulder, telling him in a confident whisper. "What we really want to know... is why this Time Thief keeps bringing others like you to our dimension. At this rate, we will run out of rooms." Jack couldn't say a word as his body fell into a forced dreamless slumber. Once Jack was asleep, the doctor sat up and pressed a finger to his earpiece to inform the lab professionally. "Subject Zero has been dosed. How is Subject 1-14-20-09 looking?"

After a short pause, a woman's voice answered happily. "Subject vitals are climbing. He's no longer dormant, Doctor. Security protocols are in place, and it looks like we can preform the test on the new product." Smiling, the doctor got up and made his way out of the room. Walking down the hallway of solid metal doors, the doctor tried to ignore the banging and shouting of those behind the protective glass of each room. Passing one room labeled Subject 10-1-3-11-9-5-2-15-25, the doctor flinched as a loud 'BANG' caught him off guard. Glancing at the window, he saw a blur of red before a voice shouted out. "LET ME OUT OF HERE! I'm a human! I have rights!" Pressing a finger to his earpiece, the doctor quickly told the lab. "Steven? Pump some sleeping gas into Subject room two." From the earpiece, he heard a man answer promptly. "On it." Exhaling heavily, the doctor kept moving and turned down another hallway. Using his key card to get inside, he slowed to check on the first of three rooms and asked a nurse standing by. "How is he today?"

The nurse swallowed but told him as she handed off a clipboard. "Hard to say definitively. Subject 4-1-18-11 seems dormant for now." Handing the clipboard back, the doctor peeked in through the window to see the man sitting on the bed with his back to the door. The man was absently playing with an rubrics cube and mumbling to himself. Pressing a button on the wall, the doctor asked curiously. "Mr. Fischbach? How are you this evening?" The man turned slightly to look over his shoulder, before saying coolly. "Don't you mean how is HE?" The doctor let a smirk cross his face, knowing the man couldn't see it before telling him casually. "That's not true. We care about you just as much as him." Getting to his feet, the man faced the door and stated out bitterly. "That's a fucking lie and you know it. And if you think this pathetic cell will hold him when he does show... you're in fucking trouble." The doctor rolled his eyes, then told him curiously. "Let's hope he will be reasonable when he does. Because I've got a few of your friends in here that could get hurt. Does the name... Jack McLoughlin mean anything to you?"

The man's face fell as he uttered out in shock. "Jack? Why is he here? What are you doing to him?!" The doctor removed his hand from the button, turning to the nurse as he said casually. "Monitor his emotional outbursts. Let me know if... the Subject continues to remain dormant." The nurse nodded and the doctor moved to the next room a little way from the first. Accepting a clipboard from a male nurse, he asked absently. "Subject 13-1-18-5. Any changes?" The male nurse shook his head, telling him seriously. "Not that we can tell. The room has been kept sealed... nothing seems to be working on him. Except this..." The nurse moved to the wall and flicked a light on for inside the room. Inside a man screamed so loud that it rattled the door, but very little sound was heard outside the door. Walking up to the door, the doctor peeked into the window to see the subject. The man inside dropped to his knees, covering his eyes as he screamed from the bright sun lamps that had been installed inside.

Reaching out, the doctor flipped the switch off and the room fell into darkness. The doctor's hand moved to the florescent lights, but before he could flip them on, the nurse jumped back with a startled scream. Following the male nurse's eyes to the window, he found himself staring into the bright purple eyes of the shrouded subject. Staring into the eyes of it, he watched the streak of purple shimmer down the subject's cheeks like war paint, before the Subject growled menacing through the thick glass. "When I get out of here... I'm going to KILL YOU!" The Subject then slammed his hands on the glass with an inhuman strength. Staring him down, the doctor calmly pressed the comm and replied. "Mr. Sharp. Answer our questions and the process will be less painful for you." The Subject punched the glass before yelling out. "MY NAME IS NATEMARE!" Taking his finger off the comm, the doctor told the nurse with a shrug. "Ask him a question every hour. If he doesn't answer... burn him with the sunlamps again."

The doctor handed the clipboard to him, then headed to the last door. Peeking into the open door, the doctor asked the people within. "How is it coming? Can we put Mr. Brody in here with Subject 1-14-20-09 yet?" One of the scientists paused in his work to inform him lightly. "Almost. We've added the solid layers that you wanted but trying to use those same layers to absorb his electrical charge is tricky. If he doesn't make contact with the walls... it could be disastrous. We'll have no way of draining his energy." Waving a dismissive hand, the doctor huffed out. "He can't fly. You're worried for nothing. Besides, if we give the Subject what he wants. He'll be more inclined to work with us. Just get it done as quickly as you can." The doctor stepped out of the room and was surprised that the scientist followed him. Skidding to a halt, he eyed the man as the scientist blurted out seriously. "Doctor, I have to say this because no one else is. I think this is a terrible idea. The Subject is perfectly contained within the containment battery cell. To move him like this... it's crazy."

The doctor placed a hand on the scientist's shoulder, telling him smugly. "The orders are coming from the board of directors. We do what they say. They want the Subject to pair with Mr. Brody. With a healthier vessel, the Subject will put out more energy and that will boost our company's product output by a large margin. He won't be staying in the room... we will be monitoring how he replaces his old vessel. Then we will shove his ass back in the battery cell and hook him back up to the generator. Understand?" The scientist nodded with slight disgust before telling him openly. "I still say it is a bad idea built on greed." The doctor rolled his eyes, huffing out. "Greed pays your bills, Dr. Walton." Dr. Walton pointed a finger at the doctor, snapping out. "I know that. But you are missing the big picture! The SUBJECT asked you to do this for him. You don't negotiate with terrorists, and you don't let entities like THEM run the power to your company! He needs more time to be studied before you start trying to make him stronger!"

The doctor swatted Dr. Walton's hand away, telling him in a dark tone of voice. "That is not for you to say. Get back to the work that you were hired for. Let US deal with them. We know what we are doing. Everything we do with them pays for you to be here. Remember that." Dr. Walton glanced at the other rooms, as he uttered out nervously. "That is what worries me." The doctor rolled his eyes again and headed for the end of the hallway. Sliding his ID card through the reader, he glanced up at the blinking camera as the Iris system cheerfully told him. "Welcome, Dr. Alexander." Stepping through, he walked up to the metal railing and stared at the loud whirling generator that powered the whole building. There on a raised circular platform within a human sized containment tube that they called the battery cell was Subject 1-14-20-09. Code name: Antimatter or Anti for short. Smiling, he gripped the railing and watched as Anti's green electrical sparks came to life within it. He was awake and the generators were running again.

Slowly walking along the platform, the doctor headed for the other side of the building as he asked an approaching aid. "How is Chase Brody doing this evening?" The aid flipped through papers on her clipboard and informed him quickly. "He's restless this evening. We've increased exposure to the Subjects electrical output. It seems to have no effect but something interesting has been happening too." The doctor slowed to a stop and the nurse showed him a small iPad before playing the footage on it. Turning up the volume, the doctor heard low frequencies being played. Chase didn't seem to notice them as he bounced a ball off the wall, but the camera was picking them up. Looking up at the aid for answers, she curtly paused the video and told him. "We have no idea what it is. It doesn't match the Subjects outputs at all. We think something else is trying to reach him because whenever the sound appears... the screen ripples. Which is similar to when-" The doctor cut her off to answer for himself. "Whenever we used the machine to rewind chicken dinner. Time travel... He's back."

Picking up his pace a little, he told the aid in a slight rush. "Keep monitoring him! Let me know the second he makes contact with him! Until then, increase the exposure to Mr. Brody's room. Run it for an hour and then shut it off so that I can perform the test on him again! He won't get Chase or Jack away from us this time!" To Be Continued...