The lone man sat in the corner of his lab, anticipating the results.
He picked up his cell phone, off his desk, pressed the two, and hit send. Speed dial. What a great thing that had been offered to the world.
The other end was picked up almost as fast as he dialed that number. Seconds after Man One dialed out.
“Yes?” the person on the other end inquired.
The man holding the phone gasped. “I think the virus is ready, sir.” Think was the key word in that sentence. Full of thought.
The other man was heard clicking his tongue. “My virus.”
“I think your virus is ready, sir,” the man corrected himself, hating his boss, especially at times like this. His boss was so, well, bossy.
“Is the test subject... well, you know… tested?” the other man asked.
The man shook his head, and then realized the other man could not see him.
“No, sir.”
“Well, why not?!” the other man yelled, clearly agitated.
Man one jumped at the sudden outburst of man two’s voice. He had never heard his boss talk like that, which was actually quite shocking. He thought he would of heard his boss talk like this at least once, but had not.
“It took a little while longer than I thought it would,” One said. “I’m sorry, sir. I really am.”
Two scoffed. “I don’t want your stupid sympathy. Put the test subject in the chamber…” He said this as though One was an idiot.
“I have,” One snapped. “Gosh. I’m always one step ahead of you…”
Two said, “You always are. But I am the boss. Don’t you forget that.”
One gulped. “Y- y- yes, sir!” Again. Bossy.
Two started chuckling. “I know. I’m intimidating. I want you to let the test subject get the disease. You know, into his body? Hope you can do just that for me. Call me when it’s done.”
Click.
One stared at the compartment where the test subject was sitting. His boss got this guy in a poker game. Weird way to win a hostage, but whatever works to make his boss happy.
The test subject looked up at One and screamed, “What do you want with me?!”, but to One, it was only words which were mouthed.
One squoze his eyes shut, and a tear trickled its way out of his eye. He felt so bad for the guy, but he needed the money. This experiment had to be one hundred percent perfect.
At his desk, he had the trigger to easily make the air inside the compartment filled with the virus. He carefully eyes the trigger.
He could quickly get this over with. He could kill this guy. He could make this harmless on himself.
He shook his head. He couldn’t do this. He could not do this to the innocent man.
One quickly opened the compartment, from the desk by pressing a button, and ran inside, getting the test subject out.
One knew that his actions would have deadly consequences. He was willing to take that risk.
“What are you doing to me?!” the test subject asked, alarmingly.
“On my desk, you’ll find a trigger labeled, ‘virus’,” One explained.
“You the shut the compartment, press the trigger, and get out of here.”
The test subject went as pale as could be. “What- what will the virus do?”
One shrugged his shoulders. “My friend, if you don’t wanna find out, get. Out. Of. Here.”
The test subject nodded, hesitantly. “I- I understand.” His eyes filled with tears of joy, and fright.
One sat on the floor of the compartment. as the test subject quickly went to the desk.
The door hissed shut, and that basically sealed the deal. There was no getting out of there for One. This was going to be his suicide attempt. And he was going to succeed. For sure.
He looked at the former test subject, who looked like such a nice guy, and nodded his head.
The former test subject reluctantly flicked up the trigger and looked up to see a horrific scene.
The compartment was now completely engulfed in a thick reddish-green gas. The test subject could no longer see One. And he was now in panic mode.
“No!” the former test subject screamed, trying to push buttons to open the door, but nothing was working.
On One’s side, he had breathing issues right off the bat. He was coughing and sputtering. His skin was burning, although it was a short sensation. The gas was acid, and his skin was simply falling off his body. It was red hot pain.
One’s hands were free flowing, jerking all around, because, believe it or not, he was scared. His hands made their way to a glossy surface. The window.
One started pounding on the window, as best as he could, but he was slowly weakening, and was making minimal progress.
The former test subject watched the scene unravel in front of him with such immense terror. He had just killed a man. And he was watching the man be tortured.
But the scientist dude wanted it, the former test subject thought. Was I still a murderer?
He then realized, No, he wanted it. I’m fine.
One finally collapsed from all the pain.
The former test subject ran from the lab, hopefully leaving no evidence of his presence.
One passed out, almost. His vision was filling with stars. He had a massive headache.
But he had a craving for one thing, before he seriously blacked out…
"Brains," he muttered.
And. All. Went. Black.
