'[color=a187be][i]There![/i][/color]’ Marshall felt his phantasmal blood vessels re-establish. '[color=a187be][i]Everything is there... save for one thing...[/i][/color]’ he narrowed his eyes, as his right arm forced itself into the hole his heel had created in the bed of formaldehyde; forming physical blood vessels to connect with those swarming from the socket it was born to, and pulling together. '[color=a187be][i]Oh, that bitch stole my heart. Fucking perfect. I didn't need more reason to force-feed her a knife sandwiches, but this helps.[/i][/color]’

Marshall twisted blood vessels to create five braided super-blood vessels that wound around each other to form a Gordian Knot with each of the five braids being contracted in alternation to move blood to atrophied muscles, and his lungs. It wasn't a perfect system, but, he'd learned to make an artificial heart when needed. '[color=a187be][i]Time to get up.[/i][/color]’ he snarled, and smashed out of the chamber.

And, so it was to the rise of a pissed off, headless zombie that the scientists were treated. They saw the hole that showed his exposed heart cavity closing, as removed ribs were growing back in place, and the charred right arm extended. A sickening, bubbling hiss escaped the corpse, as the formaldehyde was forced out its lungs, and the scientists fell to their knees; not in reverence nor fear, but destroyed kneecaps.

	Shambling forward, Marshall's body trudged over to their bodies, sensing a desire to escape -- a desire sharply cut off by bullets of blood that went cleanly through their shoulders, wrists, and ankles before shambling off.

'[color=a187be][i]I wish I could enjoy this more... But, I will enjoy myself later...’[/i][/color]’he says, as his body got closer and closer; making the return trip in minutes. Lifting his head, he rejoined with his body, as a whole, and took a second to adjust to feeling, all but whole, once more. “[color=a187be]Finally...[/color]” he croaked, the word tired and dry, despite his constant state of hydration. “[color=a187be]Now... I get to ask... some questions...[/color]”

Returning to the scientists, he picked up the half-alive men, and dumped them in chairs. “[color=a187be]Please, please, please, don’t beg me to kill you, before anything you might wish to say, because, death will come to you,[/color]” Marshall opens with, before papping their cheeks, “[color=a187be]Instead, ask yourself, who gets to [i][b]not[/b][/i] live longer? Just answer a series of questions, and the fastest to answer the most get to die first; blissfully ignorant to the [i][b]hell[/b][/i] that will follow the second.[/color]”

	Marshall smiled. “[color=a187be]First question: Where am I, floor, room, all that? Second question: How do I get out of here with the least encounterable resistance? Third question: I came in with a knife, so where might I find that? And, final question: How do I get off this island,[/color]” he asked his battery of questions, and stepped back; arms crossed, expression set grim.

“[color=a187be]Now, answer me, kids. [i][b]And, do it fast.[/b][/i][/color]” 
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[@The Irish Tree]