Henry Danger: The T.R.U.T.H about Dystopia Vol 1

A Collection of Little Orange Pills

6 MONTHS TO THE PRESENT DAY...

[ HENRY'S POV ]

Whoever this guy was, I didn't like. Not only because he was sending a ton of warning signs, but he clearly had already woven his trap around Charlotte. To make matters worse, I weren't even on board with this whole fighting from behind the scenes crap. There was no point of it without the glory - okay, so maybe I was more selfish then I liked to let on, but when you had Ray as a mentor you couldn't really help it. At least Jasper was on my side.

 'Oh my god Henry,' he tugs my arm and points eagerly over to a small collection of buckets in the corner. Damn any hope of his support was now gone. Jasper was defiantly easy to trick. 'That's a golden plated jewel encrusted 1947 Guzman Bucket! There's only like five in the whole 

 He runs over to it leaving me with Charlotte, who is already locked in conversation, 'So, you're the only one who works here? Mr...' she pauses  - why did none of us even ask for his name?

'Dr Desilva - and no I'm simply the head of this organisation. I focus on the main planning and obviously the face of it too.' He gestures to a creepy oversized photo of himself on the wall holding serval brightly orange pills in his open palm. His smile is terrifying like this is his first day impersonating a human.

 'If you want to follow me to the actual labs itself I could show you where you would be situated.' I go to protest but Jasp and Char are already following him. Why! Trudging afterwards I notice something that weren't clear to me before, the overwhelming smell of chemicals. It's familiar and almost intoxicating . Surely the others would be aware of this, surely even Dr Desilva, even if he was probably leading us to our deaths. I nudge Jasper in the side so he turns to stop.

'Do you smell that?'

'Smell what?'

'The chemical smell?'

'Well yeah, I guess...'

'And you don't think it could be anything bad at all? You know bad vibes?' I press further hoping he would get the message without raising volume too much, so Mr Creepy Guy couldn't overhear us. But of course, no, Jasper simply smirks as if I'm the idiot here.

 'Dude, this guy owns buckets!' He literally says this as if now my entire perspective is going to suddenly change, 'Loosen up, not everyone is trying to kill us.'

I try to force out a laugh but stop abruptly. It's not my fault I'm wired this way, I should be cautious. I should be very cautious due to the job we were all involved in just months ago - and the dodgy one it looks like we're about to take on. The truth is that of course I'm paranoid, overwhelmingly actually. There hasn't been any funny business since Kid Danger's funeral and that was around 6 months ago. I don't know what I expected, I guess I thought I would still be in the action. Stupid, right?

 It all started because I didn't want to be stuck in Swellview and now what was I even doing? Wishing I was back there. Maybe Char was actually right, maybe behind the scenes was what we needed..

 We come into a openly planned lab filled with scientists scurrying around the room discussing, note taking and experimenting.

'Mr Desilva, this is like really impressive!' Charlotte exclaims as I wander forward and notice the same orange pills from the poster.

'I assume these are what you're working on? How can a pill so small help stop crime?' I scan the surface there's at least hundreds in this one tub alone, possibly thousands overall. He picks up a pill between his fingers and replies.

'This is the only right way to stop crime: the Reality Pill or REAL for short. This pill not only gets rid of crime but stops violence at its very roots.' He gestures to a screen on the wall displaying chemical symbols for some junk I don't understand, and somehow I'm the only one that appears that doesn't. The whole school credit thing starts to make more sense now, 'See if we remove the horomones in our bodies that make us angry, that cause violence and our rage that leads to stealing, murder etc - we can stop the foundations of crime.'

 He sounds confident and I'm starting to think I could trust him, but he can't really be serious. No it can't be possible. Charlotte from my side breaks the profound silence.

'That's amazing, the work you're doing could save lives. It could change everything -'

'We hope anyway and that's why we need you three to help us. See we haven't started human testing yet...'

 Jasper finally grabs on to the direction of the conversation, nodding with agreement, 'So you want us to find some test subjects? Done.'

Mr Desilva laughs in a thin high pitch tone knowingly as tosses the drug aside. Slowly we join in the laughter as if Jasper had mistakenly told the best joke in the world.

'No, I need you as human trials.'