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Professor Klon. Quite a dangerous opponent. He is a very manipulative person and loves to grab strangers off the street that are angry at the world, brainwashing them to be angry at society. Then he grants them the opportunity to wreak havoc on Metrofulus by being his experiments. Worse, their bodies dissipate really quickly, so they're basically suicide bombers by destroying everything and leaving no trace behind.

And as much as Cicakman wants to kill him, he refuses apparently not supposed to half the time. And the other half of the time, he can't even track him down, so he can't strangle him to death. He often works in the shadows and prefers to send minions to do his dirty work. The guy even has an invention that lets him disguise as anyone he wants, to the point that he can even replicate fingerprints and eye colors if he chooses. Rumors even say that his disguises have high positions of powers that allows him to bend laws to his whim. From what Cicakman has heard, he spends half the time running governmental positions and the other half working on his personal machinations.

Also the third half of his time he's absolutely beating the shit out of Cicakman with cybernetic implants. Kind of like now.

Klon closed his fist tightly and waited for a red glow to appear on his knees, which, from Cicakman's experience, shows that he's increasing his kinetic energy for a harder pummeling.

Cicakman wiped his mouth, which was dripping with blood. Klon glowered over him, fist raised for his next attack.

"Damn, dude. Red knees? You might need to take a slight break know..." He made a clenched fist and moved it back and forth near his mouth. "Dirty stuff."

Klon swooped his fist downwards and smashed his fist downwards, caving Cicakman's skull in as the sponge-y brain splattered everywhere, stuck mostly to his robotic fists. Cicakman laid down, massive brain trauma paralyzing him. He couldn't move, speak and hardly even think and breathe. His vision went black.


Cicakman woke up and looked at his watch. "Three days?" he panted, scared. "Goddamn. That's quicker than usual."

He was quite scared. His healing factor was much faster than ever. That was good news, but that meant he would've subconsciously been more reliant on it. He was a lazy and dependent on his powers, and eventually, he might face a problem he can't heal out of. Maybe these new Klon clones will eventually have some common sense and toss him into a vat of acid. Eventually, he might not even be able to go to the hospital. He was pretty sure that his healing factor doesn't cover diseases, since he was sick everyday for the past few months.

What if people toss him into the hospital? Then the doctors would be confused since he could eventually regenerate another arm within a day since it seems his regeneration factor was becoming more potent.

He shook his head. He hadn't had his anxiety medication for a while, since receiving head trauma means his regeneration factor will shut down all body functions for faster and more effective healing. He hopped back to his apartment to take his medication.

"Why the hell is my skin itchy?" he wondered. He knew that a possible side effect of anxiety was itchy skin, but he never had these symptoms before. He ignored it at the moment, since his body was throbbing with pain.


Cicakman's POV

After taking a few more weeks off, my skin began to itch more and more as time passed. It began to turn redder and redder, almost to the point of my damn skin bleeding. It kept throbbing and throbbing as I fought off Klon's clones and his lackeys. Some guys that he turned against society were biologically mutated and basically weaponized, which was...getting tougher and tougher. Things seemed to become worse and worse as time went on and it seems that my body was becoming more and more painful for no reason. I've been taking like a few painkiller pills per day just to break even.

I grabbed the newspaper and began reading it. I noticed that there were some news of some dismembered police officers on the opposite side of the town. I sighed and put on my outfit. Dismemberment in the newspaper is never a good sign. Actually, it's probably never a good sign if any sort of dismemberment is involved anywhere, I guess. I then went to the other side of the town, a place I privately refer to as the ghetto. I had to investigate the general area to get some perspective and possible hiding spots for the perpetrator. Turns out, I didn't really need to do that for long.

I hopped down to a nearby building. Had to start somewhere, after all. I walked into the decrepit building and explored it for a bit. I went to the upper floor just in case, though a quick general feel of the area told me nothing was present. But that feeling lingered on, like something was watching me. I crept downstairs and took one last look into the building. I glared into the darkness just in case, and said, "I know you're there. Just come out into the open, and we can hash this out."

Aa few seconds pass in silence. A gentleman steps out of the darkness. He wore a red shirt that had a wet spot in the middle of it, with a navy blue jacket and dark jeans. I noticed him holding some sort of thick cable that trsiled behind him.

"Hey there. I'm a big fan of you, Cicakman."

"Who...are you?"

"One of the original Professor Klon's experiments. He kidnapped me years ago, but then set me free. I'm not sure what he changed about me, but I felt better than ever."

"The original Professor Klon?" I looked at my fists, which were unknowingly clenched in anger. Klon had been basically responsible for basically atrocity in Metrofulus. If it weren't because of him, Metrofulus would only be filled with random criminals and muggers. He's the cause of every biological freak in the city. He's basically created creatures of carnage and destruction and no one has been able to catch him.

Even though he's been dead for like ten years now. What a piece of shit. Can't even die without causing a fuck ton of trouble. He apparently managed to clone himself a bunch of failed times, creating some clones that is hyper-mutated in a certain aspect. Some clones are extremely strong, others extremely smart and some with other quirks. But rumors are circulating that he actually managed to perfect a clone and the perfect one is the one with high governmental position.

I shook my head to get myself out of my temporary funk. The man stuffed his hands into his pockets. "Can I have your name, sir? Since we share the same nemesis, I'm sure you wouldn't mind sharing with me your name."

"Oh." he scratched his head. "Yusuf Bakri bin Ghazali. Sorry for the hesitation. I'm not usually afforded this much kindness."

I turned around and began to walk out of the building. "Come on, let's-"

A long tendril had cut my arm off, causing a massive spout of blood to spew from the severed limb. I turned around and saw Yusuf staring at me with a grave look on his face. I cursed internally. I should've known that he was an enemy. His reveal was far too suspicious. Also the thick cable he was carrying was actually his tail, which he held in his hand after cutting my arm off.

"AH! Son of a bitch! That fucking hurt!" I grabbed my shoulder instinctively to lessen the pain. To make matters worse, my skin was beginning to itch all over again. Luckily, my arm had began to heal and close the wound up, so at least I stopped bleeding. I looked to the floor and noticed the floor sizzling and my blood...chewing through the cement like acid.

"Ok. I somewhat lied, if I'm being perfectly honest." he then swung his tail again, preparing for another attack. I saw the tail, which was skin-colored, and had sharp barbs and spikes near the tip of it, which clearly reveals how he cut off the arms of officers. And me as well, I guess. The tip of it was encrusted with blood. He then threw his tail and missed as I leapt out of the way.

I quickly jumped down and punched his jaw. He merely flinched at the attack and grinned menacingly, before slugging me in retaliation, sending me into a wall. I coughed up some blood, and made it splatter over the entire floor. He was far too strong for me to handle, so I ripped away a metal pole and repeatedly struck him from afar, causing him to become enraged.

I can't fight this guy with only one arm, so I had to escape. In any case, he was far too strong for even me to handle, with one metaphorical arm metaphorically tied behind my back. In response, he picked up a crate and lobbed it at me. I punched it, causing the crate to shatter into splinters. Damn it! I'm supposed to be hiding! After I destroyed the crate, he came charging at me far too quickly for me to respond. I jumped up as high as I could, grappling onto the ceiling and prayed as hard as I could that he didn't see me. I closed my eyes tightly even though I'm supposed to be able to look in case I need to counter his attacks. I slowly opened one eye.

"What the?!" Where did he go? Gah!" Yusuf then ran out the door, presumably to look for me.

In the heat of the moment, I realized. My skin wasn't itching anymore. Then I looked around. I was invisible.

But why was my blood acidic?