[Story] The Assassin Ch.5

Eh, my creative spark seems to be dying. That, and I'm constantly getting writers block, so i think I may make this the last in The Assassin's Tale, at least for a while.
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5
The man pounded what must have been his eighth glass of whiskey that night. Lucky for him, he had a very high alcohol resistance, a trait which he considered a blessing when under this much stress. He tapped shakily against the desk with his pencil, unable to fathom what he had discovered. In front of him was a small dictation machine, a microscope which stood sturdily, pointed at a small sample of human genes, and syringe full of viscous liquid. Raising his hand as steadily as possible, he flicked a switch on his dictation machine, and began to speak.
"March 18th, 1987.
Doctor Johnathon Albert speaking. Today was a breakthrough in genetic research for VeasoCorp. After 4 years of strenuous research, we have found a way of isolating undeveloped stem cells without the death of the host. However, we are keeping it strictly confidential; despite there being no risk of death, we fear people may abuse the cell's usefulness. We also believe we have found a way of accelerating the process of renewal, by mixing the cells with human blood. The cells seem to instinctively fix any physical damage that the body may have received." Albert took a deep breath.
"Our second discovery is even more unbelievable than the last. This morning, a young man by the name of O'Neil had found his way to our doors, claiming to have unnatural powers. When I told him of my scepticism, he summoned several balls of flame into the palm of his hand. After 8 hours of rigorous testing, I have found that human chromosomes are not as we know them. To most peoples knowledge, there are twenty-three pairs of chromosomes. This, it would seem, is false. The second chromosome on the twelfth pair is in fact a replication of the first. In O'Neil, or as we now refer to him, Subject 192, there are only 22 pairs of chromosomes, and the first of pair twelve. Although this does not change his species, it does give him the ability to do many things any normal human is incapable of, such as the aforementioned summoning of flames, or the ability to instantly gain muscle mass. Further research begins tomorrow."

After finishing, he flipped the switch once again on the dictation machine and stared intently at the needle in front of him. Temptation told him to pour himself another glass of whiskey, but his head told him otherwise, so instead he hid it out of sight. Seconds later, there was a bout of heavy knocking against the oaken door. After a few deep breaths, he rose from his seat, simultaneously snatching the needle and a slightly battered knife, which had once belonged to his father. His light complexion was the perfect parallel to the darkness that was slowly consuming the room. This reminded Albert of the dying candle that sat, burning weakly on the floor. Many people called him old fashioned, but he didn't care; the warmth reminded him of the family he once had.
"Open the door, Albert. Open it now, and I wont kill you." Threatened a voice from outside the room. Albert looked outside at the dense, impenetrable forest; anyone that would walk through there at the dead of night was not someone that he wanted to go up against. He was an academic, not a ruffian. Born to think, not to fight.
"What do you want with me?" He questioned the voice, despite knowing full well of the man's intent. He was there to steal his research papers, and he would do anything to get his hands on them. Rage boiled inside Albert, and as he approached the door's lock, he was more than ready to stab the man.
"You know what I want, fool. Open the door, or I will open it myself." The voice rang out yet again, berating Albert with it's tone. That was the final straw. Hammering the lock away, he flung the door violently forward, slamming it forcefully into the man's face. He fell backwards from the stairs, and Albert laughed triumphantly.
"This time next week, I'll be a multimillionaire." He finished, grinning broadly.