I'm Alexander Pierce's son

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After gaining access to the lab, I busied myself with the vampire blood sample I had obtained. First, I decided to test a theory I was interested in. I don't remember very well how the transformation into one takes place. Somewhere a simple bite is enough, somewhere else you have to drink the vampire's blood. And some people turned just by drinking blood. Although I do remember the blood-drinking-and-death thing. I think that's the only way the curse worked.

I don't remember much about the history of the Children of the Night. I think they appeared because of some powerful sorcerers who got their hands on an interesting book. called Darkhall. I was wondering if artefacts have people who are best suited to them. Like Strange's cloak or Mordo's magic baton. What if Darkhall is best for Whitehall? That doesn't make any sense.

So these magicians took the book and decided to create some cool servants. And they break out and kill their masters. At least that's how I remember it. Anyway, this infestation is more magic than virus. That's why I don't understand how Morbius could have appeared. But let's not get distracted. I took a vial of human blood and put a drop of my victim's blood in it. At first it seemed fine, but after a couple of minutes there were clear signs of the vampire's cells absorbing and duplicating. They started rearranging the environment. Nasty stuff. After waiting for the complete remodelling, I pulled out a small burner. Only when activated, the normal fire was immediately replaced by my flame.

The fire immediately began to heat the blood. Some of it evaporated, but most of it remained. Then I noticed that the colour of the blood from coal black became a little lighter. In confirmation of my theory, I continued to gently heat the blood. After a couple of minutes, I was able to get the purest sample of human cells. There was nothing in it to indicate that the transformation had taken place. But the amount of blood had been reduced by at least half.

Then I ran a series of further tests. At the end of my scientific endeavour, I was able to establish a correlation. The more time that passes after the transformation, the more difficult it is to save the person. If you give it more than three hours, the chance of getting the person back becomes minimal. After that, less than 10 per cent of the original number remains. Increasing the amount of uninfected material during the burning process will increase the curse. Of course, you can increase the heating temperature, but what kind of organism can withstand that. It takes about a minute to burn out an infestation at 40 degrees. If you doubled the temperature, it would literally take seconds. But the human body can't survive that kind of heat. Likewise, if you simply feed the contagion with pure blood, you can achieve complete immunity to fire. Simply put, it will scorch all the blood away. But for such an effect, the curse needs a 1 to 2 ratio of contagion to pure blood. Simply put, almost any vampire who doesn't drink more than one person in the first two hours can still be saved.

Hopefully Frank's men can get Thor's blood without incident. I'm really curious to see how the curse will affect the Asgardians' genes. Then I collected a few drops of my own blood and added the contagion. And to my surprise, the result was not long in coming. Only this was no ordinary reaction. My blood was in direct combat with Darkhall's curse. They fought for quite a long time, but then everything just calmed down and it turned out to be something in between. The result of this mutation interested me a lot. First I decided to test the thing for its weakness to UV light.

It survived being under the lamp quite comfortably. There was no change at all. Then I added a couple of drops of normal human blood. The sample didn't interact in any way with normal blood. After sitting over it for about an hour, I finally saw a fairly standard effect for vampire blood. The size of the sample didn't increase much, but its saturation increased quite a bit. Then came the standard fire test. The flames burned off the infection just a little bit at a time. After 10 minutes at 40 degrees, there was no trace of vampire cells. But the blood didn't return to its standard colour. It turned purple. I wonder if that's--

-What are you doing? - An unknown voice came from behind me.

From surprise I even dropped the vial from my hands. At the sound of shattering glass, I turned round and found Simmons looking at me with slight guilt in her eyes.

-Sorry. - Gemma blurted out.

-It's okay. - Raine replied, leaning over the shards and starting to pick up the remains of his experiment.

-Let me help. - Said Simmons, running for a rag.

Gathering what he could Raine began to think about what to do next. Logically, he would have to come back here later and burn out the rest of the infestation. While he was wrapping up his experiments and hiding the vial of vampire blood, Pierce didn't notice Simmons pricking his finger while cleaning up the smallest fragments. The girl, however, without giving it much thought, finished the standard action for this place. It did not even occur to her to ask Pierce for a sample of his experiments. What could a novice like him study? Especially with only safe samples and reagents in this lab.

-So what did you sneak up on me for? - Asked a relaxed Raine.

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New Mexico.

What the hell. First Frank calls me to work for a security agency. Now what? I'm sitting in some backwater town in the middle of the desert. No, Castle's pay is great. But this is bullshit.

-You're nagging me about the assignment again, aren't you? -Yeah. - Asked a dark-skinned man in jeans and a yellow shirt.

-I didn't say anything, did I? - Jim wondered.

-You always have the same face when you whine. -You always have the same face when you whine. And whether you turn on the sound or not has no effect on it. - Replied Barry.

-Fuck you. - The disgruntled military man turned away, taking a bite of his hot dog.

-"Well, tell me, what's your problem? You get paid by the meter, you sit around and do nothing. The only thing you had to get your arse out of that chair for was that trip to the hospital. The money's coming in, but there's no risk to your life. - That's the point of view of a six-foot-two black forehead.

And although the arguments given by his colleague, were quite logical for a former warrior, but Jim could not help but insert his five cents. Just as he was about to reply, there was a huge explosion.

When they looked outside, they saw a huge iron armour and four weirdos standing a couple of dozen meters in front of it.

-What were you saying about risking your life? -What were you saying about risking your life? - Jim couldn't help but recall his friend's words.

During their bickering, one of Thor's friends had been thrown into an attack on the Destroyer. The war machine, without even trying to dodge, easily threw the live projectile away with the back of its hand.

-Rumpkin's dead. - Said Barry.

-We're supposed to be stealing some special metal. - Jim turned to his friend. -If that means stealing from Stark, I'm out. - The military man said his thoughts.

At the same time, the Asgardian battle maiden pierced through the armour and managed to get a slight hiccup in the mechanism. The mighty prince's friends, on the other hand, demonstrated their general intelligence by calculating that one of Asgard's most deadly weapons could be knocked out by a piercing blade. The Destroyer began to realign itself, changing the position of its limbs and laser crucible 180 degrees. The Asgardian weapon then began to display its full power. The four brave travellers who find an adventure on their asses every month could only run away in the hope of surviving the day.

-I don't think this is one of that playboy's toys. - Barry said, looking round the corner at the destruction being wreaked by the wrecker.

-"Look, I know him. - Said Jim, pointing to Thor. -"That's the blond guy I took blood from.

-This suicide? - Barry looked out from behind the sideways-turned car.

At that moment, Thor was talking to Loki. He asked to trade his life for the lives of his friends. And then came the moment when it seemed he had a deal. The Destroyer closed the crucible and turned round. Odinson thought his brother had forgiven him, but only a second later the destroyer's hand landed a powerful blow on his mortal body.

-The man's a dead man. - Said Jim.

-"Why are there so many lunatics in this world? - Echoed Barry.

The two military men saw the metal thing turn round and head in their direction.

-Valim. - Together they said in an instant.

But the god of guile didn't care about their attempts to hide in the alley. The car passed them and headed towards the crater left at the place of its arrival. At that moment, in the deployed lab, the Shield Hammer that held Thor's powers came to life. It would finally be able to return to its master. Driven by the magic of the Allfather and a part of the prince's powers, it flew high into the sky and headed towards its dying master. Lightning bolts, caused by echoes of the ace's power, struck Thor's body. They rekindled the fading fire of life and broke all the restraints imposed by Odin.

At the same time, driven by stupidity and thrill-seeking, two of our military men looked out of the building. A terrifying sight appeared before them. A huge storm was swirling over the city. Lightning and laser flashes appeared in it every second. Several cars had been thrown out of the range of the force of nature and had punctured small buildings as they fell. Then out of the storm came the destroyer itself, or rather parts of it. Thor's attack overloaded the mechanism's crucible and caused it to detonate.

The hand of this giant landed in front of our heroes. As they looked at each other, they realised it was their target.

-How much does this thing weigh? - Jim asked with a red face, lifting one end of the stump a little.

-Kilograms 300, maybe. - Barry replied with the same face.

Pushing harder than ever before and probably getting a couple of hernias, our military men managed to drag the destroyer's arm to the pickup. Covering their loot with a tarpaulin and throwing the rubbish on top, they headed for the pre-agreed point.

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