Brad was in his cell, lying on his bed. Jeopardy wasn't on at the moment. He was nearly asleep, bored out of his brains, and he didn't anything to think about. With 7 years in the hellhole he lived in, he had no more topifcs to philosiphize about. He wrote down his philosphies to stave off boredom. He was at the back room of a long hallway, isolated completely. He was given a nice bathroom, and a very comfortable bed, as well as TV and Internet. He never had an email- neither did anyone he knew, so he couldn;t contact others. Suddenly, the door to his abode opened. A woman called him out.
"Come, Brad. We have... an upgrade for you." said the woman. She shirked away- almost everyone feared Brad- he had cannons, and could easily kill anyone there.
"This better not be more frickin DNA... or I'll kill every single one of you. I only stay because of the luxuries, and the fact that I can't break through your walls." said Brad in a murderous tone. He really meant it- already he had formed a cannon in the palms of both his hands.
"No- just an upgrade... ulp." said the woman, frightened. She was of medium height, flat, and had brown hair. Brad closed the door to his room, and went down the hallway. No one had ever really seen him before, so many looked at him as he walked. There was one room, of an Espeon morph, a Nidoking morph, and a Caturne/Meganium morph. Brad wondered why they didn't have his luxuries- he almost felt bad. But then, he went down the stairs. He entered a dark room, with a doctors table, and one dim swinging bulb hanging from the ceiling. The door was creaky, the walls dilapidated- Brad knew it as the chamber where this had all started. This day, however, Brad was smarter. He quickly found the syringe, and a vial. The small container said "Nuclear Upgrade- INCREDIBLY POWERFUL. DO NOT ADMINISTER UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCE." Brad smiled, and quickly injected it into his arm. When the doctor got there, his mouth stood agape. He saw the vial, and screamed in terror- what Brad had just gained would be the end for anyone who opposed him. He now possesed nuclear weapons, only meant for him when the Shades started the infamous world war. The doctor got out another vial, but it was mislabeled. It said "Power Limiter" on it, but the chemical would actually make Brad immune to disease- ruining any discipline they could inflict upon him. Due to his armor, brad could not be whipped, or hurt in a physical fashion. Instead, they injected him with horrid diseases, often making him subordinate. After the chemical had fully Brad's veins, he walked to trainin. His female trainer was waiting there, she looked... horny. She had a fetish for morphs- Brad was no exception. Sheb was about 6'6", and had white, red and golden hair. Her skin was pitch black, and her eyes were a sapphire blue. She had a curvaceous form, and... noticeable breasts. She told Brad to fire his cannons- he did so. What would happen would be very bad for the Shades. A nuclear explosion happened, and so did a booming noise. Then, the targets disintegrated. The woman dismissed Brad, and he went back to his room, and went to sleep. Meanwhile, the woman reported this to a superior.
"S-sir, Brad... has... NUKES..." said the woman frailly.
"WHAT!!! How... oh ****! Lock his room! He knows! If he gets out, we are all dead... crap... we never should have made that serum. He probably injected it before the doctor came in." said the silhouette worriedly. Unbeknownst to them, Brad, using various DNA's of his, heard every word. He smirked.
"HAH! Stupid overseers. I shall kill them all... they do not now my power any longer. The reckoning shall be upon them soon enough." thought Brad excitedly. When he got to his room, he sat down, and watched Jeopardy. It was Brutal Jeopardy- his favorite. He, in his fervor, did not hear the walls being reinforced with more metal, concrete, metal again, and special forcefields. However, he would find his chance to escape soon enough.
