Rudy knew exactly where George was hiding. He turned to the closet and silently opened it, his movents precise and calculated. He slid the clothes to the side, revealing a hidden section of the wall. With a swift, controlled punch, he broke through the wall without making a sound, revealing a set of stairs leading underground.
Rudy descended the stairs, his senses heightened and alert. As he reached the bottom, he saw a dimly lit room filled with screens displaying complex details, calculations, and research. And there was George, hunched over a desk, busy writing sothing on a piece of paper.
Rudy quietly approached him, his steps silent and unnoticed. He placed his hand on George's shoulder, the touch firm and unyielding.
George stopped writing, his body tensing as he felt the unexpected contact. He looked over his shoulder, his eyes widening in shock as he saw Rudy standing there, his expression emotionless and cold.
George stood up, his voice trembling slightly as he asked, "Rudy, what are you doing down here? How did you—"
Before George could finish his sentence, Rudy grabbed him by the neck and lifted him effortlessly, his strength overwhelming. George struggled to break free, his hands clawing at Rudy's grip, but it was futile.
George managed to utter, "Why are you doing this, Rudy?"
Rudy's gaze was unwavering, his voice steady and calm. "I'm not sure, but I have an intuition that you're responsible for whatever happened to Alice."
George's eyes widened in disbelief. "What are you talking about, Rudy? I have no idea what you're accusing of."
Rudy tossed George onto one of the screens, the impact causing the screen to crack slightly. He leaned in, his voice low and dangerous. "Have you, or do you even plan to hurt Alice?"
George's expression was a mix of fear and confusion. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Rudy. Why are you acting like this?"
Rudy's fists clenched, his anger barely contained. He had no proof against George, and he himself wasn't sure if George was responsible in any way. But his instincts, his gut feeling, told him that his actions were justified.
Rudy's gaze bore into George. "What is your job, George? And why have you never revealed it to Alice?"
George's expression turned serious, his voice tinged with a mix of caution and reluctance. "I can't say anything to anyone about my job, Rudy. It's very confidential and risky."
Rudy's eyes flicked to the data on the screens, his enhanced senses scanning through the research and docunts in the room in an instant. His expression hardened as he processed the information. "Why do you work in a facility that experints on humans and beings of other races and species?"
George was taken aback by Rudy's knowledge, his eyes widening in surprise. But he quickly composed himself, his voice steady as he responded. "It's to help humanity, Rudy."
"If it's for such a noble cause, then why must it be kept confidential?"
"Everything we do is approved by the governnt and the hero organization. We're not doing anything illegal or committing a cri."
Rudy's eyes narrowed, his voice filled with a mix of anger and resolve. "No one has the right to judge what is right and what is wrong, what is legal and what is illegal," he said, his voice echoing through the room. He pulled George close using telekinesis, his grip firm and rciless. "Only I can judge and decide that."
He grabbed George by the neck, lifting him effortlessly until their eyes were level. "Have you done, or do you plan to do anything to Alice?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.
George remained silent, his eyes flickering with a mix of fear and defiance. Rudy's gaze bore into him, his enhanced senses reading all of George's mories. He saw the truth—how Alice was just a re test subject to George, how he was involved in his wife's death.
Rudy's eyes shined red as he used his hypnosis ability, his voice filled with rage. "Go up and reveal everything to Alice," he commanded, his voice echoing through the room. "And then, kill yourself by lighting yourself with fire."
George's eyes widened in shock and fear, but he was powerless to resist. He turned and walked up the stairs, his movents chanical and reluctant. As he reached the top, he found Alice in the kitchen, her expression filled with a mix of curiosity and concern.
"Hey dad, have you seen Rudy? He was just here a while ago but now—"
"Alice," George said, interrupting Alice.. "I have sothing to tell you."
Alice's eyes widened in surprise, her voice tinged with curiosity and caution. "What is it, Dad?"
George took a deep breath, and himself to keep his mouth shut. But an unseen and unknown power opened George's mouth against his will.
"I work in a facility that experints on humans and beings of other races and species," he said, his voice echoing through the room. "Alice, you were just a test subject to . And I was involved in your mother's death."
Alice's expression turned to one of shock and disbelief, her eyes widening in horror. "What are you talking about, Dad?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.
George's expression turned to one of resolve, his voice firm. "This is the truth, Alice. I've been using you as a test subject for years. Your mother's death was no accident. I orchestrated because she found out about my secret and planned to expose . I've been manipulating you, controlling you, all in the na of science."
Alice's eyes filled with tears. "You monster," she whispered, her voice filled with anger. "How could you do this to ? To Mom?"
George's expression turned to one of defiance, his voice firm. "It was necessary, Alice. For the greater good. For the advancent of humanity."
Alice's expression hardened, her voice filled with determination. "The greater good? You're a monster, Dad. A monster who used his own daughter as a lab rat. Who killed his own wife for his twisted experints."
"I don't care what you think." George sighed. "Well, now that you found out the truth, I guess, it's ti to get rid of you. And while I am at it, I will—"
Before George could finish what he was saying, his body burst into flas, the fire consuming him in an instant. Alice watched in horror, her eyes reflecting the fire. She instinctively rushed forward, her hands reaching out to George, but it was too late. The fire had already consud him, leaving nothing but ashes in its wake.
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