Sploke, once a standoffish townie, now wanders around an empty secret lab, utterly alone. Beakers and vials still hold unfinished experiments and various serums on cold smooth lab tables. A desk covered in papers containing solutions to problems he doesn't understand fails to hold his attention as he listlessly walks by. The clicking of a flickering fluorescent light down the hall is the only sound. He looks out the window and through the morning mist, can see the lights of the nearby town. Headlights. Many headlights. He is confused for a moment, then understands. "They're coming for me." He slowly walks the perimeter of the lab, looking at the various serums more closely now. One catches his eye. The vial is smaller than the rest, but faintly glows in a radiant blue, even in the early morning light. He takes it off the table and unseals it. A small rivulet of a smokelike substance curls out of the vial, and starts to settle on his hand, slowly spreading over his skin. He says bitterly to himself, "they did this to me, and now they come to 'fix' me. Well, I'll save them the trouble." With one more gaze at the town he once knew and loved, he turns his back and tips the serum to his lips. Everything goes blue, then hazy, then....dark. ACville is safe once again.
erv:
so, yea, a draw. unless you want a coin flip.
