Michelle eased herself into the leather Chesterfield. She was excited. Within the space of a month, Ryan had presented her with a beautiful diamond solitaire, they had finally moved in together, and Ryan's hard work was finally been recognised. As she sipped her flat white, she flicked through the copy of Vogue in front of her. Wedding dresses, bikinis, maternity clothes! Her mind whirled and her heart pounded as she began writing lists in her head of everything she'd need. She ignored the fact that they hadn't set a date. Or really discussed babies. But why let a few minor details get in the way of a good love story.
She was distracted by several burly men racing through reception to the lift. Strange, she thought. Why would security be heading down to the lab. She called Ryan's cell to make sure everything was ok. No answer. Probably toasting the success of 'The Lab Rats', Ryan's affectionate term for the dynamic duo of himself and Mike. Suddenly, a whisper from behind.
"Hey. It's me. Don't turn around. Just head for the car. Act normal."
"Ryan?"
"Michelle. Do as I ask. Please. Quickly and quietly."
As she exited the building she turned to find out what the hell was going on. Nothing. She was alone. "Ryan. Stop messing about. Good or bad news, we'll deal with it."
Again, a whisper from behind. "The car. Get to the car and get the hell out of here."
Michelle hurriedly grabbed the keys from her bag and got in the SUV. The passenger door flew open.
As she was about to let out a scream she felt a hand grab her and muffle her fear.
"It's me babe."
She looked down and froze as she saw the bloodied silhouette of a hand holding her wrist.
"Just drive. Head to the cabin. I'll explain on the way."
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The Ghost
Science FictionA cure to save millions. Or a tool to create devastation. If only Junior Researcher Ryan Elliot could have known what dangers he would place all of those around him in upon revealing his big breakthrough, maybe he'd have thought twice about it. But...
