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"I… have no idea." He admitted.
"I… have no idea." He admitted.
"We could ask her," She considered, tilting her head. "Unless she's touchy about those subjects."
"Honestly not sure." He admitted. "She's usually pretty open about personal stuff."
"Okay. Then ask her. What were they doing?" She asked, looking to him. "If they wanted to interrogate her, it doesn't explain why they put duct tape over her mouth of all things."
"I'll ask later, she's still a bit shaken up." He said, nodding.
"Okay. Fine." Lulu agreed, sighing and glancing down before looking back up at him. "About me back there. You want the long or short story?"
"Long, I guess." He said, shrugging.
"Alright." She shifted a little bit before continuing. "I didn't used to be angry. Ask my mom, I was actually really shy and anxious. Didn't speak much. Hell, I went to a therapist for it. It wasn't an office, though, it was a emotional sciences laboratory as well as a therapy office. Sucky choice, I know."
"Dang… what happened there? Therapy just back fired?" He asked, playing with his fingers.
She shook her head, glancing to his fingers before moving her eyes back to look at his. "They were experimenting on some way to turn emotions into a physical force, like I did. The testing room for it wasn't that far away from the office I went to, so I walked by it a lot on my way there. So did my mom, and the therapist, and a ton of other normal people. But then it gets really marvel-esque. Bruce Banner, almost."
"Like, how bad?" He asked, not really knowing what else to say.
She shrugged. "You'll see. So after it happened, I looked into it, and apparently they put too much negative charge into one of the serums, and the test subject they were working on, basically everything around her, and…screw it, the entire room exploded. Guess who happened to be walking by?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.
"…Oh." He said, blinking. "I mean, at least you weren't the one being experimented on…"
"Well, yeah. But that doesn't explain everything yet. People knew it was going to explode, like, a minute or so before it actually happened, and my mom and the therapist - and basically everyone else - booked it. But I was terrified and small, and so I covered my eyes and ears, so I couldn't tell they left. And then, you know, it exploded. But I wasn't in the room, so I didn't die. But I did get some injuries. A lot, actually." She held out her hand to count on it. "Broken ankle, broken hip bone, three broken ribs, a sprained wrist and two broken fingers…and then the real kicker, cranial damage. Big time cranial damage."
"…Yikes."
"Yeah. So it messed up my brain, and now I'm angry. And then I also…this is gonna sound really cheesy and marvel-lly…but yeah, I absorbed the blast, or at least the parts of it that focused on the emotions. So now, you make me angry, I can turn that into a physical force that hurts people. They'll also absorb the feeling, too." She explained, finishing.
"…So you're pretty much the Hulk, with out the shape shifting?" He said, at a lost for any other words.
"Yeah, well, Hulk couldn't turn his emotions to smoke either. But yeah, basically. Here I am." Lulu gestured languidly to herself, looking back at him.
"Cool!" He said, smiling.
"You think so?" Lulu asked, a grin spreading across her face. "I've never told anyone except you, since no one except you's really seen it."
"Seriously?" He asked, smiling softly.
"Yeah." She nodded, grinning fully now. "You're not gonna put me in a lab, now are you?"
"Bold of you to assume I'm smart enough to have a lab." He said, blank faced.
“True. Absolutely.” She said, nodding her head.
He laughed slightly. "So, let's go a bit more into how some of the others on this list died, and see how shady they are."
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