It was lights out for her "patient" for now, but Deah continued to burn the midnight oil. Like so many nights before she stayed up for countless hours toiling with her experiments. She could easily calculate and quantify biopsychology in her brain within seconds, yet there was one experiment whose conclusions eluded her. It was her magnum opus. A microscopic lesion existed on her propietal lobe, coupled with her oddly formed hippocampus attributed to Hack's lack of control. It was a quandary indeed! A curved elongated ridge that extended over the floor of the descending lateral ventricle of the medial temporal lobe. What a funny thing! The limbic system. It influenced the formation of memory by integrating emotional states with stored memories of physical sensations. All of these thoughts expressed themselves within her mind all at once with ease of grace. She spent the last few years, with the help of Dr. Essex, trying to find an injectable compound that would facilitate the activity of her hippocampus. In other words, create synthetic emotions. Once when she was younger she had been abducted by Sinister, seduced by his promises. That was when he first caught a glimpse of her unique brain. He, himself, had experimented on Deah, slicing into her brain in an attempt to improve upon it. Now in his absence, she continued in his work.
The stainless steal room was dimly lit, with the exception of a light board illuminating the results from a recent CAT-scan. The place had gone from tidy to messy in the wake of her delusional state - it was organized chaos. Strewn across the desks where binders, papers and charts - pages and pages filled with unascertainable data to the untrained eye. It was bordering on madness. Deah was slumped against the chemical cabinet, she must not have eaten much lately. She was searching for a specific compound solution, it was used on patients for the treatment of a stroke. She was getting desperate and was beginning using chemicals that should never be administered to telepaths, even ones with healthy brains. The medical bracelets that encircled her wrist scraped against her pallid flesh making a ghastly sound as she rifled through the cabinet.
It wasn't before long she had found the vile, her free hand diving into the pocket of her lab coat retreiving a syringe. Tearing off the plastic packaging and tugging off the cap, she plunged the needled into the solution pulling all into the syringe. Discarding both on the cabinet's surface, her eye zeroed in on the point of the needle. Applying the most minute of pressure to the plunger a few drops sprayed out.
Deah was too self-involved to notice Malice's presence in the disorganized lab before it was too late. The woman who went by only one moniker slapped the syringe out of Hack's hands, it landed on the floor with a gentle tinkling.
"Aww, its so cute when you play doctor," Malice cooed. "You're getting sloppy." Running her finger along the cabinet's surface she inspected the tip for grime. She tsked. "This place is a dump."
"You shouldn't have done that," Deah responded ambivalently.
It was all the motivation Malice needed to pounce on the girl. Moving with the speed of a shadow, she transformed into her natural state of psionic energy and descended on the girl. Deah was helpless - the other woman didn't necessarily a physical form, which meant no cerebellum that could be controlled. It was Malice's favorite part of the day. Her second favorite part was doing the same to strangers. Immediately, there was a crippling wave of nausea that washed over Deah that left her paralyzed and in Malice's control. [I bring a message from our mutual employer,] her voice oozed within Hack's mind. [You will do well to do as he instructs and retrieve the Sutherland sample.] She intensified the queerness inside like a poison pumping through her system. [He has no tolerance for your insubordination.] Malice fell silent disappearing into her circulatory system, letting the sickness linger inside a moment longer.
Then just as abruptly as she had possessed her Malice emerged looking none the worse. "And clean this place up too," were her parting words.