Toxin

Chapter 1

Dear Peter,

     I hope this isn't my last letter.
     They're making me take new medication today!
     I'm confused because, it doesn't make me feel any better.

     I really miss you, Pete.
     I wish I could spend every day with you.

I wish I had told you this before I had left but,

     I love you.

          Sincerely,
                           MC.

"MC. Times up, we're going."

You jump at the voice.
"I-I'm coming," you stutter.

The clacking of the scientists shoes down the echoing hall is the only thing keeping you alert of your surroundings.

This has been a daily thing for what seemed like months.

"Just step into this cubical darling, alright? Mr. Drake will be right with you." The woman said.

"Y-yes alright, thank you." You shivered in the sheer hospital gown as you stepped onto the icy tiles. You waited a few moments, rubbing your arms that were covered in tiny goosebumps.

"Mx. MC, I assume you're nervous?" The familiar voice rang through the tiny box you stood in. "Y-you assume correctly." You tried looking around at the one sided glass, but you only saw your blurry reflection. "You're our most successful volunteer, you know." Drake's voice shook above you.

"T-thank you..?" You said in confusion.
"MC, huh? Beautiful name, Yknow? I can imagine that name on newspapers, magazines, or even someday..." He paused. "On history books."

"Does your promise still stand?" You uttered out.

"My what..?" His voice raised.

"My healthcare fees, they will be taken care of, right Mr. Drake?" You Said.

No response came after that. Only the sharp sound of a metal crate opening.

"W-what..?" You took a few steps back.
An odd liquid- thing started coming out and crawling near you.

"W-What the fuck!?" you tried crawling away only for it to latch onto your leg and work it's way up to your chest.

"P-Please god fuck-" You tried clawing it off, but it merely slipped through your shaky cold fingers. You whimpered pleads but your efforts were to no avail.

It hurt like fucking hell, that's for sure. Soon enough, you couldn't feel the pain, or see the freakish creature.

"D-drake where did it g-go." You muttered out. A deep hiss rang through the room, and green clouds of muck took over the air in the claustrophobic cubical. Your eyes began to droop lower and lower until you could no longer keep your eyes open.

And that's the last thing you remembered.