chapter 5

He sat on the ground in front of me in a pose that reminded me of a little kid. He had his legs tucked into his chest with his arms wrapped around them. His biceps bulged with muscle, and they looked larger than when we first met. Maybe the 500-calorie rule had something to do with why he was getting so big so fast. He'd definitely grown since moving in with me, which was strange as it had been less than a week. I thought he still looked great, which was a thought I tried to ignore. I had to remind myself that we were only friends, if that.

I opened the envelope and pulled out six folded up sheets of paper. It seemed to be a review of Project AX3 and its terminated status. It detailed what the project was and why it was ended.

Axel was named from birth 23 years ago AX3--so he had never had a "real" name. He was 23. There was something odd about knowing his birthday. He was a December baby. I had just turned 20 last month, in July. These documents claimed his mother "donated" him to the study, helmed by Mr. Jomei Tanaka and a Dr. Lionel Lawry. He had been with them his whole life.

They were creating the perfect combatant and had been testing different formulas on him: a growth serum, a muscle developing medication, a brain stimulant which targeted receptors for aggression and rage.

They were being funded by the government. I couldn't fathom how this was pitched, let alone accepted and financed. Doe was a member of the government inner circle who led this and other experiments for the military. She was the one who decided to cut funding for multiple projects, and to terminate this project in particular.

His brain had been permanently damaged by the drug targeted at his frontal lobe. When he gets angry, he can't control it. They rewired him--his brain. They've been manipulating his emotions, trying to make him ruthless, but it didn't work out how they would have hoped. From what I read, about the tests, he had never been up to government standards.

He could only have 500 calories a day because when he was going through puberty they tested another formula that would allow him to survive on a diminutive number of calories, in case he was stranded in combat. He'd put on weight more quickly than a normal person because of it; his body didn't burn the calories properly. I doubted they ever tested long-term what would happen if he did eat more than 500 calories a day, because it seemed to have an effect on the muscle developing medication.

He was a government guinea pig, and they were just going to toss him aside because he didn't fit the mold they wanted. He never got to live a normal life. He would have died if I never went to Mr. Tanaka's apartment.

Scribbled across back of the final page was a note from Dr. Lawry. The handwriting was messy, the lettering somewhat jarring. It read:

Jomei,

This is a complete farce. Does that bitch really think 25 years' worth of research can just be tossed aside like this? You've got to take the boy and get out of here. I fear that they've already gotten you both. If you get my letter, you know where I am hiding. Call my emergency number. Get in contact with me ASAP.

He signed the letter L.L.

I must've read the entire thing three times before I looked at Axel. When I did, he was smiling at me sweetly, eyes lively and good-natured. "What?" he asked.

Did I look worried? I was worried. What was I supposed to do with him? I didn't want him to stay cooped up in my apartment for the rest of his life. Dr. Lawry sounded desperate. He must have been to leave this correspondence after seeing Tanaka's apartment. He had to have been able to tell that things were amiss in there. Did he really think his colleague was just biding his time before returning to the apartment? I bet Tanaka got out of dodge before anyone could put a bounty on his head. His guilty conscience was why he left me the note, to make sure Axel was taken care of.

Axel stood up and sat next to me on the sofa. He put his arm around my shoulder. This isn't what you think, I reminded myself. He doesn't know what he's doing.

"I'm fine," I said. I looked at him in the shorts. He'd stretched out the waistband and I didn't think the elastic would bounce back. I only had little underwear, so he was going commando. His sizeable penis bulged obscenely, trying to be contained by the thin, purple cotton fabric. "Though I think maybe we should go out and get you some clothes."

"But, I'm already wearing clothes," he said, jumping up. His ass was another problem. It was pornographic. Like my briefs that first day, the shorts rode up his butt. Even if he felt comfortable in next to nothing, he needed clothes because I couldn't take looking at him semi-nude any longer. This was a test from fate--having the hottest man I'd ever seen living with me, parading around in the nude, and not being able to suck his dick.

I suddenly realized he didn't even have anything to wear to go shopping for something to wear.