Summary: Plasmus is starting to transform back into his normal, human self, even while he’s awake! That’s good, right? Not for the villain that doesn’t want to see his henchman go…

MONSTER

By Remix17

Prologue

The Deepest Sleep

For the first time in a long time, Prisoner 385901 opened his eyes. Though he was still locked inside his clear, nearly unbreakable cylinder, suspended in controlled-temperature water, he could see the shadow of a man above and beyond the glass, which sitting almost casually in a throne-like chair. The prisoner was no longer in his secured jail cell, but in a dark room that rotated with cogs and gears.

“I…I’m awake? But I should never be awake!” he yelled to the shadowy figure that gazed down on him. “I’m only human when I’m sleeping!”

The figure sat forward, looking at him with one piercing eye. “But for what I have in mind,” the figure said, in a masculine, smooth crescendo, “you’re human form is useless. I need Plasmus.”

NO! the prisoner thought in rebellion. He didn’t want to become Plasmus again. But already he could feel his mind slipping away, his body melting into one shapeless form that pressed against the glass as it expanded outward. No…! he thought silently.

He was becoming that abomination again.

(TT TT TT)

When he next awoke, he knew some time had passed. He was in a different room, one that was as barren as his cell. But there was that familiar shadow in front of him, the one with only one eye. The imprisoned man was greeted by simple memories, fragments of his transformation. This person, whatever his name was, had taken advantage of his mutation, was using him for his own ends, and he was now apparently going to do it again.

“Please, no,” the prisoner begged, before his captor could speak to him. He had to reason with him somehow, let the criminal know just how dangerous he was. “You can’t make me do this!”

“Oh, but I can,” the man told him. There was no remorse in his voice, nor fear. Somehow, he knew how to control the prisoner’s revolting alter-ego. “And you know you cannot stop me from doing whatever I like with you.”

The prisoner moaned wordlessly. He felt his mind slip into nothingness, as the demon inside of him took over again…

(TT TT TT)

His eyes blinked open as he was awakened yet again. The criminal who kept the prisoner as his own personal slave wasn’t here this time; one of his robot commandos was in his place instead.

“I won’t do this anymore!” the prisoner cried, attacking the glass with his fists. He didn’t know how often he was going through this, but the dreams he experienced when he was put asleep again were too much to bear. “I won’t! I won’t! Tell him to stop making me do this! I want to go back to sleep!”

But he didn’t.

(TT TT TT)

The next time he was called back to consciousness, there was the familiar criminal standing in front of him. Prisoner 385901 had learned about his tormentor during his servitude, from pieces of his other self’s memory. The man who held him captive was named Slade, and he was a very evil man that Prisoner 385901 found more disgusting than his own mutant form.

Why did this criminal visit him? the prisoner wanted to know. To Slade, Prisoner 385901 was just an underling, just a tool to be used and then put away until his next task.

Did Slade like to see his suffering?

“Go away…” the man murmured through the glass. Tears formed in his eyes, but in his watery cell they was quickly lost. “Please go away…”

“But I need you again, Plasmus,” Slade crooned to him, actually daring to touch the glass that separated them—the one that had to be replaced every time his monstrous form broke free of it.

”My name is not Plasmus!” the prisoner screamed.

“Yes it is.”

His mind started to slip away as his other half awoke inside him, one that disregarded his cries.

It was time to serve.

(To be continued)

Very short, yes. But I have the story fairly well mapped out, and the chapters will get longer. Hopefully I will have Chapter One up soon. Until then, tell me what you think.

Why Plasmus? Why not, I guess. After seeing Divide and Conquer a bazillion times, it’s been well-crammed into my head that cartoon Plasmus does not want to be a monster, does not want to serve Slade or anyone who may use him as a slave. It’s….tragic. He’s a man who is forced to be a villain. Most tragic—and noble—of all is that he is such a good guy he was willing to spend the rest of his life in jail, locked up, sleeping until the day he died. What a horrible way to live, but he was willing, and that makes him a very good and heartrending character.