Before you read, I realized I didn't really have a writing style, trying to change that so you might see a few inconsistencies in this chapter. Also, I'm not a scientist so I might get a few things wrong.
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'My head… it hurts so much,' Leon said as the S.W.O.R.D agent closed in on him, he realized that he couldn't think anymore and his vision was blurry.
He put his hand to his head and tried taking deep breaths in order to resist the pain of the migraine however the attempt ended in failure and his head was still a blaring siren.
"Fuck this," Leon muttered as he gashed his teeth in pain, little did he know that this was not going to be his only problem
His stomach started to kick at him, his eyes refused to do their purpose and turned blurry, his nose seemed to stop working and droplets of blood could be seen oozing out of his nostrils.
He tried with all of his willpower to walk on but the more steps he took the more agonizing the pain grew, soon enough his legs were affected, they shaked and rumbled.
"I'm going to be late… again,' he thought, 'momma is not going to be happy with me.' Those were his last thoughts as he fell to the ground and passed out.
The S.W.O.R.D agent who had been watching him put on a worried expression at the state of Leon, he carefully closed in on target and watched as he slept with a pained expression.
"You poor child."
He carefully picked up Leon and then brought him over his back, he quickly approached his van. What was inside was a cumulation of devices and all sorts of techs, what was also inside was a bed but it was covered in electronic devices, he quickly swatted away any tech on the bed and gently placed Leon on it.
The agent took out a handheld radio, placed it against his mouth and said, "Anomaly detained, call off any reinforcements."
"Affirmative," a crackling voice replied. The agent put his radio back into his pocket. He walked over to a window and opened it so that Leon could have air while he was inside. He walked out the van and closed the door.
After entering the driver's seat, the agent started to drive through the city, he was sometimes stopped by painful traffic but other than that he had a pretty smooth ride, his destination was the hospital.
Walking out of the van, he jogged towards the hospital, he opened a door but was met by an incredible long line. After 20 minutes of waiting he was finally admitted to enter.
He knocked on the door and walked up to the receptionist, he sat down on a chair and even though there was a barrier between him and the receptionist he still managed to stare her right in the eye.
"Room number 7068 at once," he muttered, the receptionist's face turned serious, she stood up and went to a far cupboard, it had a pin lock on it but she entered "7068" and it unlocked, what was there was a key. She went back to the agent and handed him it.
The agent quickly took the key and went back to the van to pull out Leon, who was still unconscious, he slung one hand over him and carried him to the hospital. He entered the lift and went up to the highest storey, there was a staff room which was locked but with the key he got from the receptionist he managed to open it.
What was met there was a room full to the brim with advanced medicinal technology, the tubes and cables looked almost out of this world. He took one glance at it before laying Leon on the only bed.
The agent pulled out his radio and asked for help, a minute later a few surgeons came into the room.
"I'll need scans on his blood pressure, neuronal activity, muscle tension, anything that may seem off," he asked , the surgeons nodded and started the process of scanning for any anomalies.
"I can see rapid changes happening, his muscles seem to be rapidly tearing and repairing at a phenomenal rate," one doctor said.
"You think this is some sort of mutation?" a doctor asked.
"Most probably, he was hit with tachyon energy," the agent replied, sitting on a nearby chair.
"Tachyon energy? Those are merely theoretical particles and even if he was hit with it, how were you able to see it?" a doctor asked.
"Not to mention their mere existence mocks the laws of the universe," another one added.
"We've got aliens who can erase half the universe and heroes who can easily destroy cities or even countries, the laws we know of do not apply to everyone you know," the agent calmly replied.
"Fair point," one of the other surgeons replied, he still seemed focused on the task at hand.
"His heart rate is going bonkers, his neuronal activity is inhuman, everything about his body seems to be working on superhuman levels," muttered a doctor as he looked at the charts that the machine was giving him.
"How is he still alive?" one of the doctors pondered, looking at a result sheet showing his heart rate.
"Well back to your question on how I saw tachyon energy. It's simple really, there must've been an infinite amount of it for it to manifest.."
"Infinite? That's hard to believe," a doctor said.
"Tachyons need infinite energy to go below the speed of light, they essentially work like the opposite of all normal matter," the agent explained.
"So right now this boy has possession of an infinite amount of energy. So why hasn't his body been destroyed or rather why hasn't the energy been released by now?" A doctor questioned himself.
The doctors continued to talk about Leon's situation, coming up with different theories on what could be happening. One of them came to a realization.
"Aha! I got it. The energy is being stimulated inside of his body, the reason why the cells are acting up is because they are acting as a store for that energy."
"But wouldn't that mean infinite energy is being stored in each cell?" the agent asked, eyes narrowed.
"Notice how his muscles are constantly being torn and repaired? That's an effect of the body not being able to handle it. It's slowly but surely becoming a store of it." the doctor answered.
'That doesn't really explain my question," the agent whistled out.
"To put it in simple terms, his body is storing the tachyon energy."
"How?"
"It's breaking itself down in order to become a suitable vessel," the doctor said.
The agent just stared at him, before turning around and walking off, 'take good care of my patient, hope he has a speedy recovery," the agent said, waving back at them.