[felt like a punctured lung, he uses the last of his strength to do the one thing he never thought to do before.]
“You won’t get this guinea pig... not this time...”
The sound of spilling water turned Reaver’s attention off of Render’s quivering lips as he notices his body beginning to liquefy, pouring out of the tattered remains of his clothes and rapidly soaking into the carpet. His limbs quickly pour away from the rest of his body and the transformation engulfs his torso leading to his head. Render’s eyes roll backwards into their sockets as Reaver steadies himself as the torso washes out from under his foot and that last held facial expression blends into the rest of the mess that spreads out onto the carpet.
“They always run till they die. Least he killed himself this time….”
“We cannot afford to continue to lose specimens like this Sergeant. There are quite the many senators backing this effort that would not be pleased about this. This one may have been less useful, but in the long run there cannot be any mistakes when the time comes to retrieve Dr. Smart. He knows the key to getting what we need to complete this project.”
Reaver appears disinterested at the words being echoed from the shadows as he stares down at the large wet stain on the carpet.
“He doesn’t know shit. His brother has all the answers.”
Monday, February 22, 2010
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