Remedy 07

07

I grabbed my car keys and my coat, I left a note for my mother. It is hung on the fridge.

I grabbed a pistol from the garage and placed it in my coat's inner pocket, it was raining in the crack of dawn.

I panted as I ran up to the car and drove off to Erick's house.

I was infuriated, I needed it, a bit of righteous anger in the right moment.

When I made a sharp turn, the radio switched back on.

[97.7 FM]

The moment I heard static, I punched the radio in an unhinged manner until I could no longer hear anything.

"Stupid machine.."

I stopped the car with a force on the break pedal, which resulted in the car making a loud squealing noise.

The heavy rain soaked me, but that didn't matter anymore.

To my luck, his parents' car was nowhere to be found and for as far as I know, he does not have siblings, and I don't either anymore.

I busted the door open with my leg, the door's back hit the wall making a loud thud.

My footsteps echoed throughout the huge, fancy hall. I'm not going to let anyone experience what I experienced, their loved ones are being taken away because of this flu.

This sick man is selling and advertising the vaccines and medicines with large prices despite the fact I made them, and is trying to manipulate me into becoming his servant in the process.

I could almost smell the fear in this building.

I saw Erick far up into the large pair of stairs in front of me, shaking like the coward he is the moment he looks at my face.

"Foster," my voice echoed throughout the hall, intimidatingly. He doesn't reply, successfully getting on my nerves.

"Foster." I said again, but more sternly.

"Dr. Miller..." He muttered loud enough for me to hear.

"Why, I thought we were on a first name basis, were we not?" I chuckle.

I tapped my foot, it visibly shook him.

I started walking towards the double staircase, as slow as ever; it is like torture to his mind.

Lightning struck from the outside, causing a power outage; it most likely struck something related to the power line.

I started walking faster towards him, he kept his confident posture but it was evident that he couldn't keep it up anymore.

I reached the last step of the staircase and stepped up face to face with him.

The room was dimly lit, the only supporting light was the moon and the lightning that often struck from time to time.

"Explain yourself," I spat with gritted teeth.
"I do not owe you an explanation," he somehow managed to build up the courage to reply with that.

I glared at him.

He has quite an attitude for being in a situation like this.

"I'm sorry, Dean, I understood what you meant, I just-" Erick hesitated, his hands attempted yet failed to convey what he means, for he had nothing to clarify.

"If you understood before, would I have needed to tell you this more than once?" I questioned, giving him an intimidating glare.

"N-no."

"I thought so."

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I placed my hand in my inner pocket, feeling the revolver lying in there.

"Dean, you don't understand. We aren't getting any credit for our wo-" he defended, but then was interrupted.

I held up my gun to his head.

"Maybe I wasn't clear enough last time."