Mercy killing book 1 (chapter 13)

Journal 1 [Cont.]
“What!?” Frieda asked. “A living corpse? You mean he’s the living dead?”
“Basically.” Master Bradley said. “Many years ago, the organization of the world tried to create underlings for the state and country agents. They dug up dead people and then conducted electric experiments. Most of the people turned into nothing, or exploded. Sometimes something would appear, but to be inhuman. They got a closest to alive as they could. A shell. But, it was powerful. Very powerful. Too powerful to be an underling. They made them, and shelled them out.
“It was dangerous. The corpses were so powerful that they destroyed laboratories and killed many. To be contained, they were sucked most of their power in a vial to give to their masters. I have 50% of his power in my pocket. He is as powerful as me. However, he needs the vial, which he will never get. He has agreed to work for us, and at half his power, he is more powerful then half of the seven. Agent 4: Experiment 4506.”
“How many living corpses are there!?” Frieda shouted. “Over four thousand!?”
“There were thousands. The number is indefinite. He is just the 4506th produced.”
“What are its powers?” Frieda asked.
“At fifty percent, the attacks have been limited, but it can call dead severs and other dead life-forms. It can eat souls, and when it’s hungry will slaughter people by breathing with his breath. He can expand and grow, and can do many other things. In his 100% state, he can kill hundreds with one swallow, and can use his guillotine move with his ax that can kill hundreds. He is also immortal.”
“He’s unstoppable!” Frieda gasped.
“Actually, he has a weakness, a flaw. Water. All life needs water, so all death hates water. If a drop of water hits him, it will sever him. A drop of water on his arm, can cut his arm off, and can put much damage. A wave can destroy him. A rainfall, can easily kill him. All things have weaknesses.”
“Does he have skin?” Frieda asked.
“No. He is comprised of bones.”
“He’s a freak.” Frieda whispered.
“Were all freaks. Were all doomed. We all have powers that we sometimes regret.” Van Dugan said, with a frown on his face, and a sip of wine in his mouth. “We are all unique and sometimes, not human.”
Mercy looked down to the ground.
Frieda shook her martini very trustful.
Master Bradley leaned in his chair.
Experiment 4506 took deep breaths.
Van Dugan had another sip of wine.
“Where is your headquarters at your next location?” Master Bradley asked.
“It will be in a secret classroom on the fifth floor. I will contact you later. Goodbye Frieda, Master Bradley, Van Dugan and Experiment 4506.”
“Bye!”
“Dismissed.”
“Goodbye.”
“…..go…..”