Wearing a grimace, I swiftly pulled out a second pair of gloves; this time, instead of the black ones I had been wearing, these were the usual yellow rubber gloves you’d find under the kitchen sink.
Freeing my hands from the black leather, I quickly tossed my usual ones into my inventory before pulling the yellow ones on and all the way up to my elbows and covering the sleeves of my hoodie in the process.
’So the easiest way to do this is just grab and yank,’ and so began the annoying task of ripping all the teeth…or what remained of them from the junkie’s mouth.
One after another, I would firmly grasp the Tooth before applying enough strength to pluck it out of the corpse’s jawbone. Once again abusing my inventory, as I usually did, I tossed the extracted teeth into a slot of their own, and thankfully, Arkadia registered them as Tooth, stacking them all into a single slot rather than giving each one their own space and filing them as unique items.
It didn’t take long for me to remove all the teeth, and with the corpse’s mouth empty, I gently fitted the dental mold into the mouth before clutching the corpse’s bottom jaw and forcing it closed.
Then, I willed my particles to the tips of my fingers and pushed them out of my hand and into the face of the former junkie. It was by far the most intricate and time-consuming part of the entire process, as it required fine control over particles and the ability to move them away from your skin.
Luckily, as I had perfected this ability by way of using my Pseudo-Aura, it wasn’t THAT difficult. Still, if, say, Brenden were to try, well, he would probably end up accidentally blowing up the corpse’s head or maybe crushing it into dust.
Amilia, on the other hand, could probably do it just as easily as me, considering she was on record as a "Mage" type Hero. Even so, particle control wasn’t everyone’s forte, and it took a lot of practice or natural talent to manifest your particles outside of your body and affect another person.
POP
CRACK
POP POP
The moment my particles came in contact with the item, it set to work, recreating Harlow’s dental structure and reforming both jawbones and the pallet into that of the mold.
Several loud pops, cracks, and strange-looking movements later, the item finished its job and dissolved entirely, leaving behind a fresh set of teeth that were replicas of Harlow’s all the way down to the cavities and fillings that it had an impression of.
’Looks good to me,’ I thought while shaking my arms twice and storing away the yellow rubber gloves, only to replace them with my black leather ones again.
Turning the corpse’s head side to side, I examined its profile and noticed that the jaw had completely changed from what it was, a sign of the restructuring done by the item.
Once I was completely sure that once burned to a crisp, it would be recognized as Harlow, I tossed the modified corpse back into my inventory and left the clinic, my destination, the rooftop of SonnyBrook again.
Like before, I easily infiltrated the building by way of the air ducts, and after fighting my way through cobwebs and….rats…I hate rats; I dropped back down into the room that used to house the mainframes.
Unlike before, without the heat-generating machines running 24 hours a day, the room was now barren and ice cold, like you would expect from a hospital.
’This will do; since the room is in the approximate center of the first floor, by the time anyone catches wind of the flames, it will already be too late to stop it from spreading. But first, I need to get rid of the security guards, of which there is a lot less.’ Tapping the chin of my mask, I began pulling out multiple five-gallon containers filled with Gasoline, or as it was called here in the UK, petrol.
One of the many taskes I had completed during the day was buying up as much gas as I could without drawing suspicion. I may have gone a bit overboard, but who from the future wouldn’t? After all, it was only 40 cents a gallon which was but a faint memory for those of us in 2028.
Stacking up 15 gallons of gas in each of the four corners of the room, I then proceeded to dump another five in the center of the room before jumping back up into the vents.
It wasn’t the time to light it ablaze just yet, as I first needed to get rid of the pests on the first floor, aka the three guards roaming the hallways.
And get rid of them, I did, like a ninja hiding in the shadows; I would wait for them to pass by a vent before throwing out a knife, killing them instantly with a single puncture wound.
Then, I would gather the corpse and head to the next; thus, within 15 minutes, all the guards were missing from the first floor, and only those on higher floors, of which there were eight, were still roaming around.
The goal in doing this was to buy enough time for the fire to spread.
By the time I returned to the mainframe room, I had a curious thought bouncing around my mind, and that was how simple it was to kill those Basic Humans who had yet to step foot on the path of Arkadia.
For the most part, I had fought against the Fae and other returners, but for the first time, I realized how truly fragile the human race is.
’Hm, I need to find a way to help Dad evolve as soon as possible. I can’t have him staying as a weak 1C until Arkadia descends, but that poses the question…is it even possible to do so without Arkadia being present…eh, I can’t get distracted, it’s time to light this sucker up.’
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