Veronica stands slowly and looks around. The scene around her was grim, but she finds herself smirking. At her feet lie several bodies. Dead ones, she presumes. Of course, she knows she killed them, but she doesn't know how. Seeing the scratch marks across their faces, and chests, she looks at her own long nails. Just as expected, caked with blood and bits of skin. Scowling at the mess, Veronica picks the dirt out and wipes it on one of the lab coats of the deceased.
Turning the man's face, Veronica vaguely reconizes him. Her last memories weren't pleasent ones. Fighting as she's strapped to a chair, screaming as a large needle enter her arm, and...Cold; She remembers being very cold. She shivers at the memory.
Furrowing her brow curiously, she lays her hand on the mans face. 'He's hot'. She thinks. Her small laugh echoes through the room. 'I amuse myself.' Veronica laughs again, cynically.
"Something funny?" Veronica head whips to where she heard a man's voice. She looks back to the door. Shut tight. Seeing nothing, she becomes confused.
"Don't worry." The voice speaks again, for the other side of the room. "I'm not here to hurt you. And hopefully you'll return that favor."
"No promises." Veronica hisses, still not seeing the mysterious man.
"Here." He whispers, so close to her ear that it makes her jump and step back. She turns, swinging her arm to scratch him. She falls forward when her nails don't connect with anything. 'He was standing there a second ago!' Veronica curses.
She feels hands on her back, and she falls as she's pushed. In the same moment, the man catches her. Squirming free of his grip, she stands and faces him. Veronica studies his face carefully. His eyes are brown tinged with red, his hair a sandy blone and styled without a flaw.
"I'm -" Veronica starts.
"Veronica." He finishes. "Yes, I know who you are. Veronica Littlehale. Age 23. You live and alone, and you /despise/ animals."
"It would be best if you didn't know the answer. Now. I'm Surge."
She scoffs. "What kind of name is that?"
Surge shakes his head. "You'll know soon enough. If you'd prefer, call me Damien. Though you, will be called Viper. That's what you are."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean-" By this point, he sounds annoyed. "You aren't human anymore. You carry a powerful venom. Strong enough to kill. Just look around. You did this. And you're not upset about it either. They hurt you, didn't they? So they got what they deserved. How many others have hurt you? How many others can you kill?"
Her eyes flash thoughtfully. "What do I have to do?"
"We have an...Orginization, if you will."
"Myself and other like us. I tried to avoid being cliche, but we're special. You're 'special' too. And your powers are strong. You'd be a valuble asset to us. Call us...Super villains."
Veronica laughs. "Are you joking?"
"Unfortunetely, no. There's no better term. Trust me."
She nods slowly. "I...I will." Veronica grins. "I'm in."