❛♓❜ ⦂ The sounds of liquids dropping into a flask is all the sound that rings throughout Remington ears like the blood that patters on the ground after the monsters she helped create tore apart an innocent’s flesh. It’s useless for her to even attempt at trying to formulate the perfect antidote, mind much too occupied with the horrors of what is now hell.
❛♓❜ ⦂ When the offer came to her she hadn’t thought twice– she’d get to be working with the Cain Shon, not necessarily world wide known but she had read up about him, had an admiration for the young biochemist. She had greedily took the opportunity, always wanting to learn more after all she was a genius and was starved for activities that worked her brain. It didn’t take her long to regret, however it is too late to open your mouth once things have already been done; the very night the team was joyous of their success she had been nursing her drink, waiting for an opportunity to express her thoughts of wanting to reverse the mistake once he sobered to reality.
❛♓❜ ⦂ She hadn’t much family but that didn’t give her any right to destroy other’s– if she’s really thought about a baby has more than likely died from this ‘vaccine’ and that in itself disgusted her.
❛♓❜ ⦂ “What?” The girls is wrenched from her stupor at the first heavy sigh, swiveling to face the scientist and catching the last piece of his film. Setting her tools down and removing the gloves, she sharply inhales at the end of his statement, licking her lips. The idea was appealing no doubt, but it was also risky to turn on so many people when they were only two.“I think... we can do this. You are an amazing biochemist– we can make a cure, fix all this. Don’t doubt us now.” Admittedly, it was frustrating to see so many tests fail, all ending in the same result and nowhere near a proper solution. “It can’t be too bad. To find opposite reactions to the disease we, ourselves, have full extensive knowledge of.” Of course it was easier to say than do. There were much more components than just that, always room for error that comes with being man made.
❛♓❜ ⦂ After all they weren’t the Gods they pretended to be. Yet they played around and brought the earth to the dangerous territory of rotting hell.
❛♓❜ ⦂ Remington decided she couldn’t handle the weight of it three months back, but she’s sure Satan would not be welcomed into the gates if he decided he couldn’t take the burden and neither would she.
❛♓❜ ⦂ “Screw Dr. Im– what has he done besides manipulate us into playing along with his games?” A wave of anger flares just speaking of him after all said ‘doctor’ was the one who was in charge of releasing the bio weapon– everyone in RNACom in truth were at fault yet they were the only ones to see the wrong in their actions. Truthfully, it pissed her off. “You’re right; you are fucking crazy.” A lopsided smirk comes, scarily even considering she had been fuming in anger a second ago. “But then again, aren’t we all? Literally this whole fucking hellhole: everyone in this fucking company has some fucked shit going on in their head– we tried, successfully might I add, to take over the fucking world. And who is there left to rule? No one in their right damn mind because they’re consumed by disease or halfway into developing any and all mental illness due to all the shit that’s happened.”
❛♓❜ ⦂ A bitter, haunting laugh comes from her, probably already losing her mind too as she shakes her head, walking forward until she is close enough to lay a had on her accomplice’s shoulder and bending until they were face to face. “So yeah... you’re bat shit crazy for even suggesting that, but I’m no better for agreeing. Let’s do it– and take down all the others while we’re at it. I would like to do some benefit towards this mess before I die.”
