2 Days had passed, since Spencer's supposed death. Throughout this time he did a lot of thinking. He noted the alpha-gene solution truck, the tinted cars, the human experiments, and the strange nail he found at the morgue. The more he thought about it, the more he felt it would be best if he did not return to who he was before. If those people found him alive, they might expend all costs to recapture him. But as of now, he was dead. By this time, the morgue building would have investigators finding any evidence they could. Unfortunately for them, they would logically believe someone stole Spencer's corpse and search for them first. Their first suspect would be the owner of the open locker. He stepped off the sidewalk and walked towards the highway ramp. There was a gathering of homeless, underneath the archway. The homeless are often forgotten in big cities like Chicago. He would easily be able to stay here undetected for a few days. He sat down a distance away from the others and took out a small granola bar to eat from the backpack. He also took out the solution 958 gene stabilizer, he found in the morgue lab, and the long 1 meter creepy nail. He played with the stabilizer syringe in his hand for a bit while thinking. During these past few days, his body still had short bursts of pain. His report said his gene's were not stabilized yet but there were improvements with the solution 958. He sensed he might face worse circumstances if he didn't tackle his genetic problem now. He decided he would do it. He grit his teeth, uncapped the syringe, and injected it into his arm. Only a few seconds later and his eyesight blurred and he fell unconscious. ... Meanwhile, a scrappy looking boy watched as Spencer injected himself with a syringe and fell unconscious. He always watched the newcomers under this archway. They make easy prey for thieves. He hoped to wait for an opportunity to approach him, but he didn't think it would have been so easy! His eyes sparkled after the man fell unconscious. He hurried over and took the long creepy nail before leaving. Other community members would soon look over his belongings. He had dosed himself with some kind of drug and was defenseless. 'Stupid old man. You think this is a middle class neighborhood where you can do what ever you want?' The boy sneered and hid away into a large abandoned sewer pip. He climbed into his bedroom. It contained his stockpiles of things, clothing, and food. He laid out the creepy meter long nail onto the ground to inspect it. 'This is definitely a treasure!' The boys eyes sparkled. He had never seen something like this before. It was a giant nail, It was long enough where you could wield it as a sword. The boy smiled happily at the thought of him using this nail to fight off other thieves. His previous weapon was only a medium sized knife, but it wasn't in good condition. Now, he could feel more assured about things. The boy nodded his head and and then put the nail underneath his pillow, in case of emergencies it was close by. He stared at the ceiling of the pipe and let his imagination run wild until he fell asleep. The nail under the pillow oozed out red-black energy and creepy aura. The energy seeped into the boys skin ever so slowly as he slept. His peaceful dream, began a small nightmare. ... Spencer recovered after a day and his stomach was growling. He realized the bursts of pain had stopped and he was feeling really good. He turned to grab his backpack and take out a granola bar, but it was gone. Spencer frowned. He had been robbed. Some of the homeless must have take his things while he was unconscious. He stood up and patted his jeans, knocking off the dust, and stretched. He noticed something strange. His belly was gone. Spencer quickly checked himself thoroughly. He jogged towards a window shop peered at his reflection. "What?!" Spencer was slim. His body no longer had a dad body. His pathetic appearance had transformed after injected the genetic stabilizer solution 958. He looked like he was 18 again. He grew 2 inches and was now 6'2. His body slimmed down and there seemed to be an unknown energy running through his veins. He now had a tattoo under his right eye. It stretched down over his cheek. It was a 5 mark tally. It was especially eye catching. The first mark was bronze-brown, the second was dark blue, the third was black, the fourth mark was dark red, and the fifth mark which crossed through them all was dark purple. He was now a completely different person. His jaw line had sharpened so much it looked like he had gotten plastic surgery to change his face. He was handsome. A little too much. He poked the tally mark under his eye. 'Where did it come from? Did someone tattoo my face while I was unconscious?' he thought. Spencer sighed. "With the way I look now, I can pass as a new man. " Spencer was deep in though as he stood in front of his reflection. 'I suppose... I'll just call myself by my name tag.' Lucky shrugged and continued walking along the sidewalk in his abnormally baggy jeans. He tightened the belt around his waist as he searched for food.