Author's Note: After continued feedback I've decided to go back and fix most of the glaring errors in this story. I'm sure I missed a few but hopefully the most obvious ones are gone. There were also a few issues with the formatting that I've hopefully fixed too. This story was originally posted in another category but was later moved, I assume, due to its somewhat harsh moments.
Original Author's Note: This story contains scenes that could be considered rape. It is not a central theme unless you consider mind control in and of itself as such. Anyway, quick heads up, it's a long one. Enjoy!
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Chapter One
Hello.
My name is Jason Scovil and this is the story of how I became one of the most wanted men in the world.
It all began back when I was working at Cloveway University of Technology, or CUT as it is often refereed to. I worked as a professor and taught neuroscience, the art of exploring the brain. It was a prestigious position for someone as young as me. Well, relatively young that is. I was barely in my thirties, which drew much ire from my older colleagues who didn't believe I had earned my position.
I paid them little mind though because teaching, while gratifying in and of itself, was not my main reason for working at the university. No what attracted me was the state of the art research equipment that it gave me access to.
In fact, my initial petition had nothing to do with teaching at all and everything to do with furthering my own private experiments and research. They were more than happy to accept me, with the small stipulation of having to teach a class once in a while. As far as I was concerned, they got a pretty good deal out of it.
You see, I was a bit of a prodigy in my earlier days. I published my first paper on the potential effects of artificial neuro enhancement in Alzheimer's patients when I was only twenty one. It was all only hypothetical and contained much guesswork but the foundation was solid. It must have impressed someone because at twenty three I was given a team, funding and a lab to begin conducting my own experiments.
Less than a year later I revealed to the world the culmination of my work in the form of a medicine which I aptly named BA-CEH-3389-C. As you might imagine the name didn't exactly go over well in the public eye, the media instead coining the term 'Angel Drops'.
Corny, I know.
The cause behind the name was an early video of a nurse giving the treatment to a man. The drug is administered through the tear ducts and the effects are almost instantaneous, only taking up to ten minutes to spread to the damaged cells. The man, who was at a very severe stage of Alzheimer's, was completely out of it, mumbling unintelligent gibberish.
Five minutes after administering the drops he went silent. Another five minutes later and almost all at once his eyes seemed to focus and become lucid. Upon seeing the nurse his first words were, "Am I dead? Are you an angel?"
I'm not sure I ever liked the name but after that there was no changing it, not after the video was leaked to the press.
The drug didn't actually cure the disease but did a one time clear of the beta-amyloid proteins that causes the disease. Tests showed that, much like penicillin, the subjects would built up tolerance after repeated use, only at a much more rapid pace. Two, maybe three doses, were enough for the subject to build up complete immunity. It did extend life expectancy significantly though.
After that life became much easier for me, not that I'd had a hard time prior. I had done something that was deemed impossible and was receiving praise both left and right. Offers of virtually limitless funding were coming to me from the most obscure of places.
The money was nice but as far as I was concerned I was already set, the royalty I received from the medicine earning me a small fortune. Although I could have set pretty much whatever price I wanted I made the decision to make it available to as many people as possible. For years I received letters from people being reunited with their loved ones, thanking me and overall calling me a saint, literally in a few.
I suppose it should have been nice but I can honestly say that even back then those letters made me sick. I was no saint and I definitely didn't deserve any praise. If they only knew...
Sorry, I'm getting ahead of myself.
In any case, as far as BA-CEH-3389-C was concerned I was done, finished. There was plenty of potential for improvement but I didn't care. Someone else could do that. I had done what I set out to do and that was make a name for myself. There was other reasons too, but in the grand scheme of things they mattered little.
When I accepted the position at CUT the only thing I had my eyes set on was my next project. My fame allowed me to conduct my research with pretty much no questions asked, which was crucial for the kind of project I had in mind. Had they been aware of what I was working on I would probably have been thrown straight to jail without passing go. If not for the intent then at least for the methods I used. Working at a university meant I had lots of young, able bodied and mostly undamaged test subjects, willing or otherwise.
So you might have gathered that my intentions weren't all pure. A question you might be asking is, how could someone as seemingly good intentioned as me go from being praised a saint to one of the most wanted men in the world?
Well I suppose I could begin when I first tested the new prototype for my latest project. It's as good a place as any to start but as far as I'm concerned it all began way, way earlier.
I've always known that I'm sick. Instead of doing what any sane person would and seek help I embraced it, letting my urges shape and define me. I've regretted much in my life but i have never regretted that. I am who I am and I know what I want. I've always known.
My goal has always been very clear to me but again, I'm getting ahead of myself.
Forgive an old man's ramblings.
Now where was I, ah yes. The first successful test of my latest project, YN-399-NANC-K3. I've been accused of much but never for my amazing prowess at naming things.
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It was bright and sunny on campus that day. Students milled around, going this way and that, some hurrying to get to classes while others took it easy, relaxing and enjoying the nice weather. A sense of anticipation hung in the air, filling the students with a seldom seen excitement. That kind of excitement could only mean one thing; summer holiday was coming up in a few weeks.
I, too, felt excited as I crossed the well kept plaza in the middle of campus, on my way to building R-2 where my lab was located. Although my excitement had little to do with summer holiday and more to do with the fact that today was the day. Today would make or break the research I had been working on for the past six years. Today I was going to test it. Not a computer simulation or yet another animal trial, but on a real, living and breathing, human being.
The fact that proper authorization for such a test had not been given or even brought up didn't concern me one bit. Things like that were, in my opinion, only set in place to get in the way of innovation. I couldn't allow a triviality such as the risk of causing someone permanent harm get in the way. Besides, I already knew it would work. Bureaucracy could come later.
Entering the seven digit code on the panel I couldn't help but whistle along to the tune of the keys. The hissing sound of the high security door as it slid open signaled my authorization.
My two assistants, both young graduates who wished to deepen their education by working as TA's for me, were already there. Allie Sutter smiled at me as I entered. She was the younger of the two at twenty two years old. She had a brilliant young mind and an eagerness that rivaled even my own.
"Good morning Mr Scovil," she said and stood up from her position behind her desk, brushing a lock of red hair behind her ear as she did.
