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The Titan
Chapter Five: The Second Meeting with the Professor

Dr. Reese performed Deep Heal on DeFoe every ten minutes for eight hours, and the suit, Austin, arrived each half-hour punctually to receive the written medical and general observation report for DeFoe. As DeFoe gained strength, Dr. Reese and Austin tied a gag around his mouth. Finally, he had healed completely except for the surface of his skin where the stitches were, though it was no deeper than a shallow gash. He was pulled to his feet and, once Dr. Reese realized he was not planning to escape, he was told to dress into the rest of his clothes.
Austin walked him to the door where the guards laid hold of DeFoe as well and muscled him up the stairs. No doubt, the increased rough treatment was because of his little escape attempt earlier that day. Knowing suits, they probably would take extra precaution with him for the unforeseeable future even if he did not act up again.
They approached the double-guarded door swiftly and one of the guards stuck his head inside.
"What is it?" The Professor asked.
"DeFoe is here, sir." The suit answered.
"It's about time! Send him in!"
The door was opened fully, the gag taken from DeFoe's mouth and he was pushed inside much like the last time, except for his physical condition.
"How are you feeling?" asked the Professor once the door was closed.
DeFoe jerked in surprise. "How are you feeling?" When had the Professor asked anyone that before? He hadn't even said "Hello" to DeFoe when they were closest!
"Much better, sir," DeFoe answered quickly.
"You don't feel weak?"
"No, sir."
"Come closer." DeFoe obeyed, walking slowly forward until the Professor stopped him. The Professor appeared displeased. "I hear you made an escape attempt."
DeFoe's heart skipped a beat. "No," he said nervously. "I well, I mean, I did, but I was not in my right mind—"
"Silence!" the Professor shouted.
DeFoe fell to his knees respectfully.
"Know, DeFoe, that defiance is futile and will be punished severely." The way the Professor said the word "severely" made DeFoe sure he meant he would use that brainwashing spell on him.
"It won't happen again," DeFoe apologized, bowing his head.
"Hmph," the Professor sniffed, "see that it doesn't. Stand." DeFoe obeyed. "By now, you know what will happen when I call upon one of my special titans, don't you?"
"I wish it wouldn't, sir." DeFoe tried.
"Quiet. Cowardice does not suit anyone in the Organization." The Professor stood and held out his hand.
Oh no, DeFoe thought, squeezing his eyes closed. Here it comes!
"Pontish!" the Professor hollered.
DeFoe's breath caught in his throat when a strong wind blew all about him. It seemed violent enough to blow him over, but it was on all sides equally and he was able to keep his footing. This titan felt very different and DeFoe didn't feel anything growing, but the wind swirled in tighter and tighter around his body until it pressed him like a cloak. Physically, nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary except his breath sounded strange to his ears and his eyes burnt, but then he felt the madness coming on, like the one that overtook the last time. Something seemed to ooze through his body from his core like warm tar enveloping all of his senses until his reasoning changed and he was ready to die for the Professor.
"We are going to try something a little different, my pet," the Professor told him in a wicked yet affectionate way, no doubt envisioning all the uses for his creation. "Release your titan!" he hollered towards the door.
DeFoe turned his whirlwind-like head and saw a suit standing at the door hold up an amulet and call out: "Redcap!"
The titan emerged and the Professor pointed to it. "Destroy it!" he commanded.
DeFoe rushed at the titan, using Shadowspeed and blew Redcap to the wall so forcefully that plaster fell. Redcap got back up and attacked but DeFoe dodged its scratches easily and shot Poison Fang from both hands. Redcap stumbled backwards and, with a strong burst of Augerfrost, it was absorbed back into the suit's amulet. DeFoe turned on the suit, his hot coal eyes burning, ready to finish the job.
"That is enough, DeFoe," he heard the Professor say from behind. "Return, Pontish."
Pontish was reabsorbed and DeFoe fell to the floor, panting.
The Professor glanced at the suit. "Take that titan back to the training room and work with him. I didn't expect Redcap to stand much of a chance against DeFoe, but it was only materialized for thirty seconds! Disgraceful!"
"Yes sir," the suit said and left.
DeFoe, catching his breath, sat on his knees, facing the Professor. The Professor drummed his fingers on his desk as he stared at DeFoe.
"You certainly can fight," the Professor mentioned.
"Thank you. I have trained for—"
"I do not appreciate your sudden outbursts of speech," the Professor cut him off. "Speak only when you are spoken to."
DeFoe lowered his head. "Yes sir," he said quietly.
The Professor gave a sharp nod as if to say: "That's better." And then called in two suits who had been waiting just outside the door. "Come in here and summon your titans."
They stepped inside and held up their amulets. Was DeFoe's purpose only to perform stupid tricks for the Professor? Before he could become indignant, he heard the suits call out:
"Minedrone!"
"Redcap!"
The titans appeared and DeFoe stood and faced them.
"Attack, Pontish!" the wind blew around him again and DeFoe wondered if he could handle transforming so soon after catching his breath. He found out he could when he merged with the titan once again.
Both titans lunged for him and he fought. With some well-placed blows and bursts of magic, the titans fell and retreated into their amulets. DeFoe stood alone in the recent battlefield breathing, tense, ready to tear the amulets' owners apart at a word from the Professor. The spells had sapped his energy a little, but not significantly. He expected Pontish to be called away any moment, but the Professor reclined in his chair without the slightest evidence of moving.
"Let them be, DeFoe," he said and then added, looking at the suits, "Be gone!"
The suits left quickly and shut the door. DeFoe stood in the center of the room, unsure of his next task, silent, but for the sound of the wind rushing around his body. Rassimov approached the Professor quietly and the Professor said something to him under his breath. Rassimov bowed politely at the waist and then walked past DeFoe and stood in front of the door with his arms crossed.
What was DeFoe supposed to do? He approached the Professor and opened his mouth to speak, but only the sound of hissing wind came out.
"Stay where you are, DeFoe, until I say you can move." The Professor told him curtly.
DeFoe obeyed and stood, looking anxiously around the room in confusion, half expecting something to attack him from the shadows.
They remained that way for fifteen minutes and DeFoe began to grow tired, as if he was the one keeping the titan materialized, but try as he might, he could not make it retreat. Finally, the Professor called Pontish back and the titan was reabsorbed into the amulet. The tightness released DeFoe and he fell to his hands and knees, breathing hard.
"He probably could have withstood more," the Professor told Rassimov.
"Now we know he can stay transformed for fifteen minutes at least," Rassimov mentioned. "Do you want to make sure all the amulets work or should I take him to his cell?"
"Cell? But what have I done to deserve imprisonment?" DeFoe whined, irritated at these stunts enjoyed at his expense.
"DeFoe," the Professor interrupted. "What had we just discussed?"
"I'm sorry, sir," DeFoe apologized, lowering his head quickly; alarmed that he had defied the Professor so blatantly. "It won't happen again."
"I hate liars," the Professor said in a threatening tone.
"With the recent events, it-it slipped my mind."
"In other circumstances, I would have you terminated."
"Forgive me, sir."
"Stand up," the Professor commanded. DeFoe got to his feet. "Two of them work; let's see if the other five do."

Description
The Titan
Chapter Five: The Second Meeting with the Professor

Dr. Reese performed Deep Heal on DeFoe every ten minutes for eight hours, and the suit, Austin, arrived each half-hour punctually to receive the written medical and general observation report for DeFoe. As DeFoe gained strength, Dr. Reese and Austin tied a gag around his mouth. Finally, he had healed completely except for the surface of his skin where the stitches were, though it was no deeper than a shallow gash. He was pulled to his feet and, once Dr. Reese realized he was not planning to escape, he was told to dress into the rest of his clothes.
Austin walked him to the door where the guards laid hold of DeFoe as well and muscled him up the stairs. No doubt, the increased rough treatment was because of his little escape attempt earlier that day. Knowing suits, they probably would take extra precaution with him for the unforeseeable future even if he did not act up again.
They approached the double-guarded door swiftly and one of the guards stuck his head inside.
"What is it?" The Professor asked.
"DeFoe is here, sir." The suit answered.
"It's about time! Send him in!"
The door was opened fully, the gag taken from DeFoe's mouth and he was pushed inside much like the last time, except for his physical condition.
"How are you feeling?" asked the Professor once the door was closed.
DeFoe jerked in surprise. "How are you feeling?" When had the Professor asked anyone that before? He hadn't even said "Hello" to DeFoe when they were closest!
"Much better, sir," DeFoe answered quickly.
"You don't feel weak?"
"No, sir."
"Come closer." DeFoe obeyed, walking slowly forward until the Professor stopped him. The Professor appeared displeased. "I hear you made an escape attempt."
DeFoe's heart skipped a beat. "No," he said nervously. "I well, I mean, I did, but I was not in my right mind—"
"Silence!" the Professor shouted.
DeFoe fell to his knees respectfully.
"Know, DeFoe, that defiance is futile and will be punished severely." The way the Professor said the word "severely" made DeFoe sure he meant he would use that brainwashing spell on him.
"It won't happen again," DeFoe apologized, bowing his head.
"Hmph," the Professor sniffed, "see that it doesn't. Stand." DeFoe obeyed. "By now, you know what will happen when I call upon one of my special titans, don't you?"
"I wish it wouldn't, sir." DeFoe tried.
"Quiet. Cowardice does not suit anyone in the Organization." The Professor stood and held out his hand.
Oh no, DeFoe thought, squeezing his eyes closed. Here it comes!
"Pontish!" the Professor hollered.
DeFoe's breath caught in his throat when a strong wind blew all about him. It seemed violent enough to blow him over, but it was on all sides equally and he was able to keep his footing. This titan felt very different and DeFoe didn't feel anything growing, but the wind swirled in tighter and tighter around his body until it pressed him like a cloak. Physically, nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary except his breath sounded strange to his ears and his eyes burnt, but then he felt the madness coming on, like the one that overtook the last time. Something seemed to ooze through his body from his core like warm tar enveloping all of his senses until his reasoning changed and he was ready to die for the Professor.
"We are going to try something a little different, my pet," the Professor told him in a wicked yet affectionate way, no doubt envisioning all the uses for his creation. "Release your titan!" he hollered towards the door.
DeFoe turned his whirlwind-like head and saw a suit standing at the door hold up an amulet and call out: "Redcap!"
The titan emerged and the Professor pointed to it. "Destroy it!" he commanded.
DeFoe rushed at the titan, using Shadowspeed and blew Redcap to the wall so forcefully that plaster fell. Redcap got back up and attacked but DeFoe dodged its scratches easily and shot Poison Fang from both hands. Redcap stumbled backwards and, with a strong burst of Augerfrost, it was absorbed back into the suit's amulet. DeFoe turned on the suit, his hot coal eyes burning, ready to finish the job.
"That is enough, DeFoe," he heard the Professor say from behind. "Return, Pontish."
Pontish was reabsorbed and DeFoe fell to the floor, panting.
The Professor glanced at the suit. "Take that titan back to the training room and work with him. I didn't expect Redcap to stand much of a chance against DeFoe, but it was only materialized for thirty seconds! Disgraceful!"
"Yes sir," the suit said and left.
DeFoe, catching his breath, sat on his knees, facing the Professor. The Professor drummed his fingers on his desk as he stared at DeFoe.
"You certainly can fight," the Professor mentioned.
"Thank you. I have trained for—"
"I do not appreciate your sudden outbursts of speech," the Professor cut him off. "Speak only when you are spoken to."
DeFoe lowered his head. "Yes sir," he said quietly.
The Professor gave a sharp nod as if to say: "That's better." And then called in two suits who had been waiting just outside the door. "Come in here and summon your titans."
They stepped inside and held up their amulets. Was DeFoe's purpose only to perform stupid tricks for the Professor? Before he could become indignant, he heard the suits call out:
"Minedrone!"
"Redcap!"
The titans appeared and DeFoe stood and faced them.
"Attack, Pontish!" the wind blew around him again and DeFoe wondered if he could handle transforming so soon after catching his breath. He found out he could when he merged with the titan once again.
Both titans lunged for him and he fought. With some well-placed blows and bursts of magic, the titans fell and retreated into their amulets. DeFoe stood alone in the recent battlefield breathing, tense, ready to tear the amulets' owners apart at a word from the Professor. The spells had sapped his energy a little, but not significantly. He expected Pontish to be called away any moment, but the Professor reclined in his chair without the slightest evidence of moving.
"Let them be, DeFoe," he said and then added, looking at the suits, "Be gone!"
The suits left quickly and shut the door. DeFoe stood in the center of the room, unsure of his next task, silent, but for the sound of the wind rushing around his body. Rassimov approached the Professor quietly and the Professor said something to him under his breath. Rassimov bowed politely at the waist and then walked past DeFoe and stood in front of the door with his arms crossed.
What was DeFoe supposed to do? He approached the Professor and opened his mouth to speak, but only the sound of hissing wind came out.
"Stay where you are, DeFoe, until I say you can move." The Professor told him curtly.
DeFoe obeyed and stood, looking anxiously around the room in confusion, half expecting something to attack him from the shadows.
They remained that way for fifteen minutes and DeFoe began to grow tired, as if he was the one keeping the titan materialized, but try as he might, he could not make it retreat. Finally, the Professor called Pontish back and the titan was reabsorbed into the amulet. The tightness released DeFoe and he fell to his hands and knees, breathing hard.
"He probably could have withstood more," the Professor told Rassimov.
"Now we know he can stay transformed for fifteen minutes at least," Rassimov mentioned. "Do you want to make sure all the amulets work or should I take him to his cell?"
"Cell? But what have I done to deserve imprisonment?" DeFoe whined, irritated at these stunts enjoyed at his expense.
"DeFoe," the Professor interrupted. "What had we just discussed?"
"I'm sorry, sir," DeFoe apologized, lowering his head quickly; alarmed that he had defied the Professor so blatantly. "It won't happen again."
"I hate liars," the Professor said in a threatening tone.
"With the recent events, it-it slipped my mind."
"In other circumstances, I would have you terminated."
"Forgive me, sir."
"Stand up," the Professor commanded. DeFoe got to his feet. "Two of them work; let's see if the other five do."