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special chapter #6

S.C six . DreamXD

                I MADE MYSELF a someone. Sure, Kirsten (Phil's wife) helped fund my organization when it was just starting, but I am who made it grow. I'm the most powerful person in this city, maybe even the world. Narcissism is what got me here. People continue to think I caused the apocalypse, I didn't. It was all Schlatt. But I did take the credit, I'm stupid for that, I'll admit it.

After I walked away from Phil in the crowd, I went back to my laboratory. It was full of cops and investigators trying to figure out what happened and where I am. Kirsten and Phil were two good friends of mine a few years back, then Kirsten passed away and Phil abandoned me.

"You think I meant to make the DSMP-68 kill her?!" I place my hands on Phil's chest, shoving him back. "I'm the only one fucking trying here!" I point a finger at him.

"Well, fuck! Maybe you should stop fucking trying, because this is your sixty-eighth attempt, and it still failed!" Phil shouts at me. "I'm done. I am done with this-- with you. Never contact me again. My wife is gone because of you!" He glares at me before turning around and leaving.

"Wha.. fine! Fine, I don't need you anyways!" I yell, knowing he's already gone. "I don't.."

I do.

Kirsten believed in me, she always did. Phil had his doubts sometimes but still gave me a chance. And now everyone has left me. She knew all the test subjects before her had died, yet she still took the dosage. Maybe she was to nice to me, she was too optimistic.

I flinch at the sound of footsteps, I quickly rush down the hallway and slip into my office. I silently close the door and then let out a well needed breath. After a few moments of just standing still to make sure I wouldn't be caught, I walk over to my desk. I press a small button that was underneath my desk and watch as a nearby bookshelf turns, revealing a hidden room. Cliché, I know.

I slip past the bookshelf and then press another button, which moves the bookshelf back into place. I wince at the loudness it makes, but I was sure even if the police rushed to this room, they wouldn't know where it came from. I travel down the steep stone steps, which led down into a basement.

When I make it to the bottom of the steps, I place my hand on the pad attached to the wall, it scans my hand and then a metal door slides open. I grin at the sight in front of me, I enter the room and admire the green glow that was only there because of the tanks full of slime.

I walk over to my equipment, I glance at the meter, red to green. I tap it and it buzzes, faltering before resting on the green stripe. Ready.

I type a few things into my computer before pulling a lever. A loud but quiet buzz escapes a speaker, alerting everyone in the building that the tanks were opening. I look over my shoulder and watch as the slime drains, the three inside the separate tanks fall to the floor.