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he serves his purpose.”
    Anthony glared at him.  He felt a sudden rush of anger swelling, boiling his blood.  It was the feeling he had back in that cabin two years ago.  The feeling of being lied to, of being made a fool.
    Anthony’s life was one big joke and he was just learning the truth of it all.  He wanted to jump off the table and throw Vorcick against the wall.
    “You are here, because you are different,” Vorcick’s voice cut through the air.  “What do you know of your real parents?”
    “My real parents?  What do you mean my real parents?”
    “Surely you remember your parents, before Frank placed you with the Dimair’s?”  Vorcick looked at him in confusion.
    “The Dimair’s…”  Anthony said with a hint of aggression.  “Are my real parents.”
    Dr. Vorcick leaned back and began to laugh.  He shook his head and sighed while removing his glasses.  “Boy, boy.  We have ourselves a situation.  Did it never seem strange to you that you have no memories as a younger child?  No pictures of you and your family since you were what, five years old?”
    Anthony stared at him, his eyes fierce and dark.  He tugged against the chains.  If he could, he’d rip Vorcick’s tongue out.
    Anthony grunted, struggling against the restraints.  He lunged at Vorcick then collapsed back against the table.  The doctor laughed.
    “You’ve got spirit boy, I’ll give you that,” Vorcick said with a chuckle.
    Anthony squinted his eyes and clenched his teeth.  He focused hard on Vorcick, his only thought, his only desire was to cause him pain. 
    Suddenly Vorcick gagged.  He grabbed his neck and coughed furiously.  He tried clearing his throat as he grunted and spit blood onto the floor.
    His eyes began to water and he collapsed to the ground, falling to his knees.  Bending over on all fours he reached for one of the other doctors.
    “It’s the boy, stop the boy,” he muttered as he gasped for air.
    They looked at one another in confusion.  None of them wanted to touch him.  Slowly they backed away in panic.
    Anthony’s gaze didn’t stray from Vorcick.  He breathed heavily, each huff deeper than the last.  It was as if he was pulling energy from the air around him.
    Vorcick was now writhing on the floor in pain, blood dripping from his nose.  His eyes were bloodshot red and his skin was beginning to turn a light shade of blue.
    Anthony yelled out as the chains that held him snapped and fell to the floor.  The cart next to the table toppled over sending scalpels sliding across the room.  With his eyes still fixed on the doctor he slowly started to slide his legs onto the ground.
    Suddenly there was a sharp prick in his side and Anthony jolted.  He looked away from Vorcick and found Hanson towering over him holding an enormous needle.
    Hanson grinned at him, exposing his rotting teeth.  Then he brought his heavy fist crashing down on Anthony’s face.  Anthony fell back onto the table.  He tried to sit back up, but the drug had taken its effect.  His eyes grew heavy and then there was nothing but black.
    Dr. Vorcick staggered to his feet as he gasped for air.  He wiped blood from his face and then looked over to the other doctors who were huddled near the door.
    “You worthless lab rats.  Get out!” he yelled.
    Vorcick motioned towards them and they scurried out of the door tripping over one another.  He looked back towards Anthony where Hanson was standing still holding the hulking needle.  Its sharp point gleamed in the light, sedative still dripping from the tip.
    “If it was up to me I’d have killed him doc,” Hanson grinned.
    “Well, good thing it’s not up to you.  He is the one, the one we’ve been searching for.  He’ll survive the compound I’m sure,” Vorcick stammered as he leaned against the wall.
    He wiped blood from his nose and stared at his hand.  Sniffling he motioned to Hanson.  “Take him to his cell and alert District that we have another