"Indeed I have a question..." Viktor held the phone away from his mouth and chuckled "...Who wants you dead?"
"The future." *CLICK*
==Roughly a century ago==
"No, no, take him to my laboratory. Something is not right here." Minutes later, Regulus felt his former host's body dumped unceremoniously on an operating table. He could have easily broken through the swiss cheese that had once been his host's chest, but that would be insanity--there was no way this could possibly have gone better.
Well, aside from the dying part, but that was easily rectified. He settled in and waited, taking the opportunity to regenerate and organize his latest host's memories. Life was so...chaotic, he didn't understand why the rest of his kind were in such a rush to take on their new form. Just a few carefully timed delays, and all that they wanted would be dropped in their lap. Regulus chuckled softly at the irony of that human metaphor, considering he currently didn't
have a lap.
Such is life, he thought.
Hours later, Dr. Allen walked purposefully into his lab, and saw what would have been the most memorable sight of his life--were it not for the razor-sharp claws that plunged into his spine moments later. A few minutes work--and the not-so-good doctor left his lab nonchalantly, completely unaware of just what had transpired.
Right, Regulus thought.
The other half will be on the surface...time for a new host, I think. I do hope my son's staying out of trouble...