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February 17, 2015
Serum 17 took his face, took his kindness and took his empathy. It
took, in essence, all of John Thrace leaving only the Elite Metal operative
“Mercury” in his place. A man marked with a biohazard tattoo because
he knows he’s incompatible with other living things. Until he becomes
obsessed with the seemingly innocent doctor Hazel Brewer and a chance
encounter changes everything. 
Hazel knows the giant scarred man won’t hurt her even though she’s
in the business of saving lives and he’d rather take them. In fact, she’s never
felt safer or more alive than when she’s with him. Even when a terrible
biological weapon forces her into his arms for a night of hot passion she won’t
soon forget. 
Their love could be the redemption he never thought he wanted, or
something even more toxic: Mercury’s poison. 
Thrace didn’t bother to block the bloodied knuckles that connected with his
face. In fact, he laughed. Laughed like a madman as the punches kept crashing
into him. He kept waiting for it to hurt, kept waiting to feel something.
waiting for it to matter.
opponent was some no-name thug from the street looking to make history. Looking
to move up in his gang. Maybe even get another teardrop tattoo next to his eye.
roared, this other man with his bloodied fists and bared teeth. Roared with a
rage that was nothing but a drop in the endless ocean of John’s own. So he
laughed again, even as the contact spun his head to the side and he spat the
blood that dribbled down from his nose and over his lips.
Me.” He demanded, punctuating each word. “Otherwise you’re just wasting my
blow connected, but still, to his great rage, his horror, and his abject
despair, he felt nothing. Nothing at all.
small crowd that had gathered booed as they watched the giant, scarred man get
his ass kicked without putting up the fight they were looking for. The fight
they’d bet on. They’d want a piece of him too if he went down easy.
he’d feel that. Maybe finally, he’d be punished for his sins.
17 had taken more than his good looks. When it had spontaneously combusted and
gone airborne, it tore through the left side of his face with a hundred blades,
but it had damaged something deeper. He still hadn’t figured out if it was his
pain and pleasure receptors, or the processing centers of his brain.
seemed pretty inconsequential when he considered what it had done to his team.
The whole left side of his body scarred like he’d been dipped in acid, but he
still breathed. He hadn’t drowned in his own blood and screams like the rest of
the team. He would have, if the project manager hadn’t suited up and dragged
him to the decontamination unit. He could still see it so clearly—the cystic
blisters blooming, the blood—so much fucking red.
wouldn’t think about that now, he couldn’t. He had to think about this moment,
about how he was going to get his fix. How he was going to make himself hurt on
the outside as much as on the inside.

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