Red's POV

-over the course of several months-

I work harder and harder finally completing my project the Philsopher's Stone. I've even got a couple of buddies helping me out with the project. My boss suggsted it would get done quicker if I had a few people helping me put it all together and I had to agree. The sooner I complete this project the better. The few of us scientists have worked tirelessly day and night to get it completed. With my project will help change the world. I plan to use it to help end poverty. If I turn worthless pieces of trash into gold I'll be able to help people who have nothing. And if the board of directors at my work approve of my machine then all my dreams will become a reality. Maybe they'll let me start researching into finding a cure for cancer. Or possibly stopping death itself! Anything at this point could be a reality and I'm excited for the future. What could possibly go wrong?

-Timeskip-

Next week will be the day my boss and my team will showcase all of our hard work on the Philsopher's Stone to a board of directors at Doogle. If they like thr project they'll give us funding to continue or research and possibly to make more Philsopher's Stone other than our one working model that we all already.

The three other scientists and I who worked on this are currently sitting and enjoying the success of our hard work.

"I can't wait till next week." One of them says.

"Me either. I just know there going to love our the project. Doogle has always been a company about helping the less fortunate and. They've done so many good things for the community and the world. Like the time they donated computers to children in poorer communities so they could have access to better learning. Or how they donate 25% of their profits to funding school programs such as STEM and building libraries." I said.

"Yeah yeah that's one of the good things about working here is helping people, but you forget the paycheck and if the board of directors likes what've made you can expect a whole lot more money flowing our way." Another one the scientists says. I laugh money is defiently a nice thing to have don't get me wrong, but for me it's about my passion and love of science and the desire to help people.

Ah headache. Whenever I get really excited about helping people my vision for a few moments will turn yellow or magentish. Don't worry though if I blink a couple of times and breathe in and out it'll go away.

"Are you okay?" The third scientist asks me noticing my pain.

"Uh yeah just been having some headaches lately probably due to the lack of sleep. I say. My colleges nod in understanding. " I think I'm gonna go get some fresh air and check on the Philsopher's Stone." I tell him.

I get up from the table we were all sitting by and make my way back to the lab where we left our Philospher's Stone.

I rub the side of my head for a moment trying to make sure I'm okay. Huh that's weird. It's not here? Did the custodians move it? Or are the guys playing a trick on me? I thought we agreed that the Philsopher's Stone would stay on my desk. I shake my head. The boys have been quite humerous lately hiding my glasses when I take them off, "misplacing" my lab coat so I'll be forced to wear a pink one, dying my original lab coat pink saying the custodians must've put it in the wash or something. Or worse telling everyone I want to be called "Princess" I liked the nickname "Red" better. I sigh and figure it's better to go for a walk before I come back and give them a stern talking to about "stealing" the machine.

I make my way around Doogle for awhile and end up in a hallway I've never been too before. Trust me this place is huge. I probably haven't even seen half of the building and I've been working here for over a year on the Philsopher's Stone and various other less important smaller projects.

There door to this one room seems supicious. And for some reason I want to go inside. I slowly open the door and walk inside.

I continue down a long hallway.

Michael missed the sign that said "trespasses will be executed"

I approach a room that appears to have a viewing window.

I see my boss standing on a large platform with the Philsopher's Stone.

I listen in to his speech.

"Members of the board. I present you the fruits of our labor. Our scientists on the Philsopher's Stone project have tirelessly worked day and night through sweat and tears to bring you this new weapon." My boss says.

"Weapon?" I say out load in confusion. Why would he call it a weapon?

"Behold the molecular imprinted dense gold statueltst Ray "Midas" for short." My boss says. My attention moves down to a person tied to a chair sitting under the Philsopher's Stone.

"No, no, No, no, no please don't please don't ah ah AHHH!" He screams.

"Oh no." I whisper to myself in horror.

A guard walks behind me. "What do you think your doing?" He asks me.

-Timeskip-

"Get your hands off me I uh oh no hey don't do that." I say. My boss turns and sees me being forced down here.

"Here's one of our lead scientists now. Colleges and potential investors please welcome Princess." My boss says.

"Get in there." The guard says as he forces me down the stairs.

"You won't get away with this!" I yell.

"No!" I say. I try to struggle against the guards.

"No! No!" I say.

"Oh yes. Princess why don't you help out with our demonstration?" My boss says.

"Your crazy if you think I'd ever help you." I tell him.

"Crazy? Huh that's something I haven't been called since me and my wife divorced." My boss says.

"Divorced I can't imagine why." I tell him sarcastically.

"Well then if you won't help us. Guards force Princess here into his chair." My boss says.

The guys are pushing me forcing me into the chair. I try to resist, but they manage to force me down. They strap my arms down so I can't get up.

"Now that Princess here is secure on her throne. We can finally start the true presentation." My boss says. The audience snickers as I'm tied down and mocked.

Maybe I can try to escape and destroy this machine.

"This project is just the beginning. I have plenty more in store for us." My boss says.

My arms may be strapped down, but I'm very strong when I need to be. I lean my neck down and bite with my sharp teeth into the straps. For once being a freak comes in handy. My boss is to busy gloating about his victory to notice I'm escaping.

"With power like this we'll be able to do incredible things!" My boss says.

I tear apart the ropes tying me to the chair and quickly reach into my pocket. A small like invention of my own a tiny little bomb. I quickly stand up moving fast and stick it onto the machine. It'll blow up the machine. And I'll be able to escape.

People are pointing to tell my boss to turn around as I begin to hightail it out of here.

Finally my boss turns around just in time to watch me slip out the door.

I continue running fast for my life down the hallway.

I hear an explosion behind me as I run into my lab.

I quickly grab all the things from my lab that are necessary and destroy all other evidence of me ever being here. I also manage to destroy a lot of their research so they can never continue their evil schemes.

With me I take an old invention of mine this high density Purpleness containment room. I don't exactly remember how I created this one, but I just know it's important somehow. I took it with me when I had to leave my previous house and move into my apartment. Luckily this containment unit and be folded up and carried easily or I'd be in trouble here.

I start searching around for an exit of some kind one that would be inconspicuous. While I do that. I get this sudden feeling of absolute rage inside of me. How could anyone be that evil? Of course I know the answer to this they're humans. Humans are the worst scum imaginable, and I can't wait to get my hands on those men from Doogle. I shake my head trying to snap out of these dark thoughts of mine. I'm not a killer am I? No of course not. It just got this emotional problem that brings me nothing, but pain and misery.

I think to myself.

I can't exactly turn the men from Doogle in I mean I don't have any evidence to show anyone, except what I witnessed. Doogle is a huge company that many people trust, they'd just see me as a stupid kid whose trying to lie in hopes of getting rich or famous. It's better if I just keep this a secret and move on with my life, somewhere safe. Where Doogle will never be able to find me again, but where?

I manage to sneak out of Doogle hearing dogs barking behind me and seeing search lights in the sky.

I need to find a place fast. And hide all this lab equipment. I have to leave my apartment since Doogle knows where I live and would certainly check there to try and find me. Which means I don't have much with me to find a new place. Just my old onesie some money and the things I've taken with me from my lab, but uh hopeful I'll find a place to stay.

This is crazy I'm running from Doogle, I'm running for my life.