"That was the worst bloody idea you've ever had! How... how did it work?!" Conrad laughs. It's not really a laugh, more like a hissing cough actually, but I understand what he means. Our feet are dangling over the edge of the nineteen-story building of a genetic engineering laboratory. Conrad and I had met at an internship about two months back, and both being huge Marvel fans, thought it would be just like Oscorp from the Amazing Spider-Man movies with Andrew Garfield. We thought we'd be led around by Gwen Stacy, be bitten by radioactive spiders, and turn into superheroes. Well, unsurprisingly, that didn't happen. While the research was incredibly promising and quite interesting, it was nowhere near a sci-fi movie. Or so we thought.

This morning, Conrad and I had been sent up to the seventeenth floor to get more Scintillation Vials when we came across a room we'd never seen before. The door had been left unlocked (careless in a place like this), and it was... weird to say the least. The room was quite large, with bright lights illuminating built-in shelves filled from top to bottom with vials containing a luminous purple substance. I started walking further into the maze of shelves. "Ava, wait!" Conrad had shouted, but I'd ignored him. A holo screen was flickering a few shelves away; interested to see what was going on here, I'd walked over to it. My eyes scanned over the text on the screen, growing wide in horror. "Genetic Mutations..." I whispered. "What?" Conrad had asked. "Genetic Mutations!" I repeated louder. "This is what they're doing here!" I scrolled down further, and what I saw shocked me more than anything had ever in my life. "Fucking hell..." I'd thought to myself. "Con?" I said, my voice shaking. He'd been reading over my shoulder, so I didn't have to go on. I still did. "You remember Katie? Who 'dropped out' of the internship? She's a test subject! All the interns are! Look, she's F11, there's Jake, M9, you, M5... shit." He looked at me wide-eyed. "Ava... what's going on?" his voice cracking; I could see the fear written all over his face. "You're... you're next, Con. We have to get out of here!" I turned, as if that would make time turn back and make me forget anything that had ever happened, but Conrad gripped my shoulder. "We have to destroy this stuff." He picked up a few vials to throw onto the floor. "Wait!" I screamed. "The exposure to that could kill us. You don't know how it works; we have to think before doing anything stupid, okay? Put the vials down." He nodded, his grey eyes filling with guilt. I hated it when he did that, but I had to focus. After a few minutes, I finally told him, "I might have an idea. But we better go back; we've been gone a while." He looked like he wanted to protest. "No, we don't have time! I'll tell you on the way; come on!" We sprinted down the stairs to the lab where the other interns were working and arrived out of breath. "Ah, Miss Maylinn, Mister Gold, have you got the Scintillation Vials for us?" We looked at each other and blushed crimson red. "Of course not. Miss Hayling, can you be trusted with this oh-so-difficult task of walking up two flights of stairs and getting a box of glass tubes?" Dr. Martins asked, obviously pissed. Her greying blond hair was tied into a tight bun, and she was staring at poor Evelyn as if she had just murdered eighteen people and then blown up a bus of little puppies. The girl nodded nervously , her red curls falling into her pale face. "Well, what are you waiting for? Go!" She scuttled out. "And you two... just go. I don't need you blowing up the lab today. I expect exceptional work from both of you tomorrow. Dismissed!" We walked out of the room, but as my friend was turning towards the door, I stopped him. "Computer lab, now. We've got work to do!" We'd spent hours hacking into the system that held the answers to the chemicals in the hidden room, and eventually, we succeeded. "No. No way. We aren't blowing up the lab!" I shook my head disapprovingly. Sucking my teeth, I said, "Connie, haven't you understood anything we've done in the last—" I looked at my phone. "—seven hours? It's the only way!" We argued a while longer (I'll make it short: I won.) So that brings us to an hour ago. Eleven at night, and we're back

in the white room with the purple chemicals, pouring a highly flammable chemical cocktail onto the floor around us. After taking one last look, we leave the room, and Conrad strikes a match. He hands it to me as he walks to his position behind the heavy metal door. "Do the honors, m'lady." I make a face at him, take a deep breath, and chuck the match into the room. A blazing fire begins to eat everything in its path, but before I can even properly process what I've just done, Con closes the door, and we sprint to the roof. And then… well, you know the rest.

Note: Yep, I came up with this when I was watching Spiderman (while I love all of them, Oscorp just makes the ones with Andrew Garfield great. Oh and him and Gwen. And- you know what, if you haven’t, just watch the movies, they‘re on Netflix. If you’re looking for a good read instead go check out Brynlee here, she‘s amazing! That’s all I had to say. Hope you enjoyed this, even though it’s not my usual style :)Also bold assumption I know anything about Chemistry)