08-07-2012, 08:22 AM
Felton Warner The Medicine Man
“Oh, shit! I’m gonna be late,” Felton whispered to himself. He rushed into his office, passing by patients and staff. Anyone seeing him zoom by would think he would possibly be on fire if they saw how fast he was passing by and how rushed he seemed. He entered his office and went straight for his closet. He opened the closet to pull some supplies for the upcoming mission: syringes, scalpels, gauze, tape, scissors, etc. His messenger bag seemed to never be full, even with the many supplies he stuffed into it. He stopped pulling for a second and gently placed his bag on the ground. Visions of school, friends, family all seemed to flash in front of his eyes. Tears started to fill his eyes.
Why am I crying? That was a stupid question. He took a few deep breaths and tried to calm himself down. Just keep it simple. The basics. He continued with pulling a few more supplies. Once he filled his bag with anything and everything he thought he would need, he stared into his closet. What is it? He looked around one last time, trying to remember anything he would need. He looked up at the poster he made for himself. It was a child-drawn Hummingbird with the words “Always be prepared” badly written with bright pink paint. He slammed the closet shut and went into his desk.
He opened the bottom drawer and pulled out a small metal lunch box. He opened the metallic lid and revealed his supply of DNA Modification Serums, or Moddies for short, as he called them. He had a few that he was given, and one of his own design that he had never tried. Wings, scales, gills, rock, paralysis, poison. Good, good, they’re all here. Even you. He pulled closer his special made serum. He marked with a bright pink cap as to not confuse it with the others. He gently put it back and put them all into his bag. Before leaving the office, he pulled his signature weapon from behind his diploma on the wall. A medium length slightly curved blade he had dubbed Hummingbird since the blade had reminded him of the body. He holstered it to his thigh and proceeded to look for Christofer.
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