User blog:Garr9988/He Will Be Adored...

Hello and welcome to the second installment of the "Double Danger" story arc (don't wory, the final story will be the third). Where we last left off, Garrett had been split in two: The evil Scott, who is now on a quest, looking for various powerful artifacts, and Garrett, now hospitalized after being stabbed by Felix (but he meant well, so its not mean).

Chapter 1 - Bedside Manners
"Will he be alright, Vanessa?" Artie asked. Artie, along with Felix and Aden, had joined Garrett on the ambulance to the nearest hospital.

"Its hard to say," Dr. Calder said, crossing her arms and looking at the motionless agent through the window into the bedroom. "He was stabbed in the side, and no internal organs were hit, so there was minimal blood loss. We removed the wax, too. But since he was hit with so many artifacts at once, its a miracle he's still alive right now. I can't say for certain, but he may just make it through."

"Thanks, Doc." Felix nodded, leaning against the door to Garrett's room. Vanessa nodded back, and left.

"Its not your fault, Felix." Aden said. "Garrett was whammied, and he attacked Megan. You had no-"

"Don't say I had no other choice, Aden." Felix growled. "If I had my Tesla, or if I had time to reach a Neutralizer station."

"But you didn't, you had to use the dagger." Artie said, rubbing his left shoulder. "I know the feeling. I was only in the coma because of my guilt. Garrett didn't kill anyone, so he has nothing to be guilty for, really."

"But what if he doesn't make it? We couldn't neutralize the tin, and with a combo of so many artifacts, what if that clone stays alive when our Garrett dies?" Felix rubbed is forehead.

Before either Aden or Artie could say anything, Blaine emerged from Garrett's room. "Guys, he's waking up."

Chapter 2 - Alive
The clone Garrett laughed and laughed and laughed as he tore through the Warehouse. He had finally lost Bri, Nikki, and Megan. At least, for a short while. He cursed himself for suggesting thermal-imaging cameras throughout the Warehouse. "Ah well," he thought. ''"He was a different Garrett back then." ''

If he wanted to escape the Warehouse alive, and achieve what he desired, he'd need a few things.

As he passed through the Isaac Newton Aisle, he noticed something shining. He was always a sucker for something reflective, so he checked it out.

It looked like some sort of glass rectangular prism''. ''He looked next to the glass object and read the display card: "Isaac Newton's Prism."

"Oh," he said. "Interesting." Picking up the prism, he moved it around him, looking for an appropriate light source. When the light of a nearby desk lamp reached the prism and shined on him, it glowed brightly, and a red beam of light shone to his left. Suddenly, an exact copy of himself, albeit tinted red, was standing next to him!

The clone's clone stared and the original clone, looking him up and down. They smiled.

"Hello." the original said.

"Hello," the copy said. "I know what to do."

"Then get going." The original beamed, and watched as the red copy ran off to collect some other artfacts while he pocketed the prism. As a hard-light construct, he'd be invisible to a thermal camera's sensors. ''"And a minor telepathic connection to boot." ''he thought.

"Maybe," he thought, ''"I should name myself." ''As he strolled past the Isaac Newton Aisle, he passed the Broadway Aisle, and a certain song popped into his head. A song from a particularly apropos show.

'What a feeling to be so alive/ such a feeling of evil inside."

Scott. That would do. Dr. Garrett and Mister Scott...