Death of DNA Chap.2- The Vile Vial
Chap.2- OH LOOK THE PAGE GOT DERPY-ER
Victor Qorat _We're off to get a vial, a wonderful vial blood... _
_ _I walked down the hall toward the stairs, still contemplating the strange events in my office, coming to no conclusions. I decided to just disregard it all as nothing.
I began walking down the stairs quickly, as I hoped to get this all over quickly. My research had only ever led to the smallest, least profitable, results. The most it had done was get me some pitiful pats on the back from my supervisor. He only kept me employed because he was hoping something useful would come up from my work. It never has. Probably never will. I went to the DNA vault floor, B-9, and opened the door, and was immediately struck with an immense understanding of the sample shuttle problem.
The smell of blood was everywhere. Glass shards littered the floor, and as I looked around awestruck, I saw the sample sending conveyer was in high power reverse, and must have been sending samples to the failed test vaults, otherwise the whole laboratory would have been in a state of horrible panic. The marble floor and concrete walls seemed somehow to be radiating a sense of unease.
I heard the steady sound of paws running toward me from my left and turned to see Woofie running at me. His tongue was lolling and pizza sauce was around his mouth. His grey fur was almost the same color as the walls, and the small patch of black fur around his left eye the only part of him that was clear against the walls. He jumped on me, knocking me down, and began licking my face.
"Stop it! Stop! Get off! Woofie!"
"Having trouble, Dr. Qorat?"
Woofie jumped off me to see who was talking, and I quickly rose to my feet. My labcoat and pants now smudged with dirt and sauce, seemed unlikely to know the crisp clean it had moments ago anytime that Woofie was around, so I really don't know why I ever wash it. Formality, I suppose.
"Mr. Lore , I um... came for the K- Delta DNA samples and-"
"Your dog attacked you?"
"More or less."
Mr. Lore was the main guard for the vaults, and good at it too. He usually stands in the three way intersection between the cafeteria, vault entrance, and main server room, though it seemed he was patrolling the vault perimeter. His warm smile was somewhat of a misnomer, as he always held his gun at the ready. He had a grey baseball hat on, though it could not hide his messy red hair, and his blue eyes seemed to be calculating every little detail of what was happening. He had a black coat on, and blue jeans with blood around the ankles.
"Mr. Lore, could you tell me exactly what happened here?"
He grimaced, and pointed at Woofie, "That stupid dog happened. Came here with a few others and started wrecking the place. So, unless you can give me a good defense for his behavior, he will be removed from the facility immediately, and you as well."
"What? Woofie was wrecking the samples? What on earth are you talking about?"
He grabbed my shirt collar and pulled his gun close to my face. "YOU HEARD ME! NOW TELL ME, WHO ARE YOU WORKING FOR? WHY DID YOU HAVE THAT MUTT TRASH THESE SAMPLES?"
"Please, I don't know what you're talking about! I would never want the samples trashed! My income depends on wheither or not we have samples at all! Put down the gun!"
Suddenly, I heard a door open and someone started yelling.
"Lore, put him down! He had nothing to do with this!"
Lore released me, and I immediately turned to see who had entered. A strange man was standing in the door, with a strange mask on. It had no eyes or mouth, yet he acted as though he could see through it. He was wearing a black suit and red tie. He put his hand on Lore's shoulder and whispered something in his ear. Lore turned a sickly green color, and looked at me with a horrible expression.
"Dr., look into the blood, and tell me exactly what it is you see." "What?"
"Look at it."
I looked into the large pool of liquid crimson before me and jumped back immediately. In the center of the pool were a few wispy words-
You must destroy that Vile Vial. _ _