[center][h1]Gilliam DeWitt[/h1][/center]

No sooner had the boy begone painting that Gilliam started preparing himself. He willed his cells shift and rearrange themselves into new configurations, felt the foundation blocks of the necessary organs being laid out and come to life as nerves and blood vessels attached themselves. It was a lot like civil engineering; you had to think about what you needed, the most efficient structures necessary to achieve your goal, the routes through which those structures would receive resource, and the energy necessary to run those structures. It had been one of the points that had been drilled into his head by his handlers along with such necessities as etiquette, interpersonal communication, and personal hygiene. 

The black tentacles emerged from the circle and Gilliam's rose up to meet them. They possessed no grand weapons but were muscular, built not to attack but react and intercept. They were lined with a uniform smattering of eyeballs, each looking wildly in all possible directions, armed with a mouthful of sharp teeth, and each controlled primarily through an auxiliary brain nestled within the main body of Gilliam himself so as to give them faster reaction time. Trying to manually manipulate them all at move would only slow them down. These were the tendrils that lashed out and began to duel with Michael's, but they were not the only things to emerge from the rubble.

A long, fleshy tube broke its way out of the rubble and reared up like a snake to observe the battlefield. It's blank features warped, and quickly what was once a black slate hosted what appeared to be a mockery of a human face. It's mouth was filled with sharp, needle like teeth and its eyes were yellowed and dead. It stared down at Alexander, slowly opened its dripping mouth and...

"I contest this, on what charge?" it asked, in the voice of a refined, gentlemanly teenager. "I believe that under Rhean law the accused has the right to know the charges being brought against them. Where's you warrant? What's your badge number? Who's your direct superior? I need to know the names I'm going to be giving to our lawyer."

Another important skill that had been taught to Gilliam: being a complete pain in the ass to the police.


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